I'm a Bang - DMX

Uh, uh, uh, uh

I’mma Bang!

Hit the block pitchin slang

Bang!

Hit the rock spit the game

Bang!

Get the Glock spit the flame

Do my motherfuckin thing!

I speak for the meak and the lonely (uhh), weak and the hungry (uhh)

Speak for the part of the street that keep it ugly (aight)

And niggas couldn’t wear my shoes

Cause the places that I walk, most catz couldn’t bear my dues (uhh)

Or pay the tolls of the roads I done kept on, crept on (what)

Walk 'til I got tired then curled up and slept on (whoo)

My journey has earned me the right to reach

I burned so I earned the right to teach, what to eat (c'mon)

What niggas been gettin' fed is pork (uhh)

What you niggas been gettin' fed, shouldn’t be even on your fork

Let’s talk (aight), about this, and about that (uh-huh)

Yeah, we like this or we can do it out back (aight)

Keep the bullshit for the rodeo

Cause on the real, you cocksuckers don’t know me yo

Hit you wit' something for frontin' that’ll end your life

Then hit your crib and bend your wife (c'mon)

Grrrrrrrrr

It upsets me to see niggas that’s flossin too much

Wearing shit that’s costin too much (uhh), how often I touch

I like to break fake niggas (what), rape snake niggas (what)

I take weight nigga (what), you fake hate nigga (c'mon)

And niggas and ain’t got the balls to say to my face

What you think behind my back

Suck my dick!

How’s about that?

(aight)

Loose lifts is loose clips and crews hit

I run wit' niggas from Israel to hijack crew ships (uhh)

Watch the news at 6 (whoo), that’s how I’m gettin' down

Feds lookin for the dog, oh that nigga outta town

This is a grown-up game, thinkin cause you got a blown-up name (what)You won’t

get a blown-up frame

I ain’t playin wit' you niggas no more, them are old

I be layin when you hit the door, you hit it cold

Be like «Oh no!», see what I’m sayin

I told Money to stop playin, now he layin, we prayin (aight)

Grrrrrrrrr

Oh my God!

Yah niggas done lost yo mind

Toss the nine (uhh), this nigga done cross the line

Disrespectful shit will get you hit, bitch (what)

Fuck who you wit', you niggas get what you get (uhh)

Five to the spine, ride now niggas is dying

Money pulled out he was trying, yet to slow wit the iron (uhh)

Nuttin but gun firing, blap blap blap blap

Cocksucka where it at (what)

Open up your back now I can see through your stomach

Told stupid muthafucka to stop runnin (uhh, or run in (uhh)

To a buck shot, can’t duck off shot

It’s that click click boom you outta luck shot (whoo)

Now don’t fall to pieces on me, because the piece is on me (uh-huh)

He thought the leash was on me, but dog the streets are hungry (uh-huh)

And I’mma feed 'em everytime I sing, do my thing

Dog gon' bang, bang, bang!

Grrrrrrrrr