Let It Bang Lyrics

Now like I was saying
I used to go into motherfucking, um, [?] club on Convent
With slacks and shoes on, with the TEC-9 on
Just - you know what I'm saying? Just scoping out for a bit
Yeah, Psych, you used to have the TEC with the good pants
Ya know we was just hungry like that
Too tired of shooting in the air ‘cause I can't get my way and shit

Grandma hid that hammer in her mattress from my uncle
He would listen to Wu-Tang 'fore walkin' in the jungle
Army fatigue jacket, kitchen knife, hope he don't cut you
With a deuce-deuce up in his boot in case he get in tussles

(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang

Lightpost workout, how he turned out
Granddaddy tried to help him but he burnt out
He screamed, "Lazy fucker, won't you try to get a job?"
Block party where the hoochies turned out
They would dance and sweat they perm out
If they scream, "We got beef" he would handle with no prob
Cologne and liquor was his odor
Fragrance of a ridin' soldier
ODB was his persona, he was high on Mars
40 ounce and then some marijuana
When grandma died from pneumonia
Now his life a roller coaster, put that shit on God

(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang

Bruh, I miss my crackhead uncle
Sold him dope in by the bundles
Draw down on him, his own gun though
Fuck about family, where's my Hundo?
'Fore my clip go knock-knock zero
Fake nigga talkin' 'bout Q ain't real
18 slangin' that Coupe Deville
Young nigga, young nigga move that dope
Young nigga might get killed
Cuz ain't payin' my bills
Heat make the beef get grilled
12 years clutchin' that steel
Pop a nigga more than them pills
Pistol under sheet when I sleep
Body niggas like I do beats
I ain't talkin' bout my uncle, this me
Made another million this week
Swagger make a Bentley look cheap
I'm the reason why your momma ODed
I'm the reason why your homies ain't deep
Now you wanna talk about peace
Pimpin' bitches all in these streets
Wonderin' why you rubbin' her feet
If you got high off what I sold
How his teeth platinum when he on shit row?
Big belly ballin' like I'm still gettin' throwed
Leave a nigga flat 'til his body get towed
Sad that the curb got closed
Leave him with a hole in his skull

Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
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Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Uh, yeah