Let It Bang Lyrics - Singles - X-ecutioners

Pop, pop 

Are you motherfuckers ready? Yeah, yeah 

Executioners, M.O.P., yeah, Crack-O, nigga 

First Family, nigga, yeah 

What happened to the beat? 

Bang your head against the wall, c'mon 

Yeah, cheese nigga, one time, First Family, cyclops 

Yo, I'm from a hellholee where male role models, live in bottles 

And a nigga first love is a drug 

We all fascinated by thug activity, street life liberty 

Whole ghetto remedy, toss 'em a slug 

It's the untameable, nonflammable 

Unrestrainable, nonchangeable M.O.P. 

From the dark side my family provide knowledge 

To determine if niggaz like you can live or die on the street 

This is recreational wreck to keep y'all illin' 

Sound off, pump rounds off rock like Bob Dylan would 

One-million and one guns, one-million and one sons 

Cap pealin' put two in your lungs, blum blum 

It's the world's most amazing 

Blazing, First Fam, damn, damn, damn 

Critically acclaimed criminals to blame 

Put 'em in critical condition, fuckin' with Lil' Fame 

Holdin' it down 

If you wanna be hard rocks, c'mon, let it bang 

Holdin' it down 

If it's hits you want, hit 'em, yeah, let it bang 

Holdin' it down 

You see it, say what? Let it bang 

Holdin' it down 

Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass off, let it bang 

Hey yo this shit is real blown out, allow me to pull my chrome out 

And push pieces of your dome out, no doubt 

So now you see, "Tomorrow Never Dies" cries 

Yeah, but it's on back blocks, imbedded in some blacktop 

And now, they wonder why we move the way we move 

Why wreckin' ever smooth and whadda we have to prove? 

Nothin', continue to survive, we're survivors 

Show me a man that's live, I'll show you Danze is liver, let it bang 

You know I bring it to you live 

You've heard of us, official DJ's Murderous 

The X-Men, comes equipped 

It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing, let it bang 

Who wanna test me now? 

Cops wanna arrest me now, killers wanna stretch me now 

Tear up and crush me now 

I'll bring it to your door, UPS style dressed in brown 

Walt skully hat, cover my eyelashes 

Y-2-K what now? I'ma die blastin' 

Open up your back like a wide out 

Spitty spittin' the lead until it knock your insides right out 

Holdin' it down 

If you wanna be hard rocks, c'mon, let it bang 

Holdin' it down 

If it's hits you want, hit 'em, yeah, let it bang 

Holdin' it down 

You see it, say what? Let it bang 

Holdin' it down 

Step in the ring and I'll break yo' ass off, let it bang 

Roc-O, oh, Roc-O, nigga nigga, let it bang