[Kam]
Check
I represent the left, with a death toll high
But I ride with the side called the F.O.I.
Where do or die is the code, banged out is the mode
Now everyone throw up your guns and unload
I`m bound to have your whole town sewed,
niggaz drinkin and gettin blowed
to the sound layin tracks down like the underground railroad
Can`t no jail hold me, or no crackers control me
I shed tears for dead homies (and what) and fears Allah only
So haters don`t want me to hit, tryin to pitch ball four
Makin peace with the beast but with me, bitch it`s all war
I`m hardcore, hardline, hard edge on hard times
Here rap the records determined to get our shine
Turnin water to wine, healin the deaf dumb and blind
With a stone backbone, I join your own to your own kind
So pass the clip as I mash the whip, with the master grip
Just waitin for your ass to slip and I bang bang
[Chorus: Mystic]
Bang bang.. bang, bang, bang
Bang bang bi-dang, bang bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang bang bi-dang, bang bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang bang bi-dang, bang bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang bang bi-dang, bang..
[Kam]
Chitty chitty bang bang, a gritty city gang thang
We maintain, rap jack and slang `caine
and brang pain, think you can hang you best be sure
Cause the West is where I`m from so come test me now
[Mystic]
Way-oyyyyyy, way-oy-oy-oy-oy
Way-oyyyyyy, way-oy-oy-oy-oy
[Kam]
Ring the alarm, code red, Arm Leg Leg Arm Head
Soldiers on the move, show and prove, go out and get the dead
and spit the lead, let`s quit this black and brown bloodshed
And get this bread, lay these crackers down in a mudbed
Like Spud Webb I go to war with the giants
Cause they just pawns in the game but I`m a lord of the science
I gets nuff respect, while other niggaz is suspect
Ass-kickin cash get them pretty boys slash ruffnecks
[Chorus]
[Kam]
So cocks the hammer back and rack the pump
Since the police hate me unlock the safety just in case we have to dump
I`m ready for shit to jump, my niggaz carryin mags
Like Fuck these United Snakes and they American fags
Uncle Tom`s askin Uncle Sam, Why can`t we bond?
But nigga Kam don`t give a damn about no Yankee mon
Stars and stripes I earn `em, blow a whole through they sternum
See my arrangement with the Lord is I return `em, he burn `em
But I don`t claim to be no saint, solely because I ain`t holy
But you just got be-lieeeve, foley
Everybody on the block knows, just how it go
I got flows, rock shows, clock dough and knock hoes
down like a pimp on the track, just mackin
Out for my dollars pop your collars holla back - what`s crackin?
Shit it`s your world I`m just a squirrel tryin to find a nut
Catch me at the club, in the cut, watchin the girls, wind it up
[Chorus]
