Bang It In Ya Whip

You got your eye on mines, niggaz, you wanna take mines?

Feel one down to your spine, several parts almost never find

Royal blood kin on your fetal line, I'm prepared to deal with fetal lines

Yo, check it out...

I took, blow, yo, you ran up the block and stuck 4

You should've known it was them bones, next page, close the door

Wait, I ain't finished yet with you so-called pros

You niggaz is packed like fuckin compactors

I'm blowin ya' back out, callin me the subtractor

The actual nist gets broke like a wish

And marrow bones stay parrow in my zone like shadows

Niggaz is clones, blast off the iron palm, you're kept from sacred songs

The basics is first to hurts, so don't think fuckin zu's could rest in dirt

The projects is to eject shop up yets

The center, niggaz are scared to enter in

It's buddha monk, throw your head in the cha-a-am-ber

[sha-cronz]

Yo, peep the real pro, put my skills to work

That show's benz and about a mil' I'm worth

Get higher than 10 kilohertz

Blank on tracks like hungry rodents

Rappers actin funny style and holdin

Frontin, posted up like bowlin

Pins rollin in chevy's, while you're goin broke

Holdin a benz, I'm heavy on the neck

Pissin weights, can't risk kuwait

And objects, get these papes and escape

Ballad and cronz is like a midget to an ape

Don't care if you got a biscuit and, uh, 8

Niggaz rhymin with you, drama mental, time ain't with you

Left dead, cops can't find a motherfuckin pistol

What?

[chorus (x2): buddha monk]

We catchin large amounts, over-seas and upstate

Sha-cronz, buddha monk and our nigga, babyface

It's an mc's fate to test the zu's great

And we won't stop, until death is a bedmate

[buddha monk]

What? alright, check this fly shit, this do or die shit

Monk drive-by hit, yea, bang it in ya whip

If I do it any way I wanna do it

Let me roast punks off this motherfuckin track that dumps

I'll elect to annihilate, serve on a fake mc

Who wanna test thee? ha, nigga please

I'll serve you this here remedy, g-o-d fuckin up ya whole family

Yea, you know that's got to be me, swingin like tarzan through trees

With a 9 in my hand, mane anybody who wants to battle this mc

And if that's not enough, then I'll huff and I'll puff

And mack yo' motherfuckin ass down, now stay down, ya low down

Better yet, here's a shot from the 4-pound

And the cops can't help ya, they yellin, "blue-uniformed man is down"

[babyface fensta]

What, niggaz, what?