Let It Bang - 9th Wonder, Skyzoo, Ness

Yeah

Y’know what it is

SK

With 9th Wonder on the beat

Elliot Ness.

Custom Made, Bad Boy collabo (9th Wonder!)

We all about the cash flow

The bottom line is, me and mine are solidified

You little dudes run along, go and get a grind

I rock rubber bands, but not for fashion

I keep 'em cause I’m literally stacking

And I don’t fuck with Visa or plastic, I just pull out a

And wrap it with elastic, pillowcase stash it

Spit straight acid, the stars is lookin' in

I sit you on your ass, like your father should’ve did

Ladies and Gentlemen it’s the world renowned

The city’s favorite hustler I up your town

Dude keep a bad one shot, wearing her out

Her deep throat so mean, she can’t hear in her mouth???

Lot of clones out for the throne, that’s trying to be me

Call this a mean sixteen, I call it easy

SK and Elliot Ness, the George Jefferson

Strollin' a hundred miles ahead of the rest

So fuck running…

From corner to corner, state to state

City to city, play this 'till you break the tape

Now let it bang worldwide, let it bang (Hey yo!)

Now let it bang worldwide, let it bang (Hey yo!)

Yeah

Two thousand and five version of the great George ??

Iceman with the nice tan, see me in person

So imperfect, spit when the shit wasn’t worth it

Gang way deeper than what people see on the surface

And that gat, small on my back, is for a purpose

Them niggas tryn' run up on National Self Service

I’ll never be a slave or servant to any man

I’m ridin' up slow and I’m letting the semi blam

Damn, another dead body on my belt

In a land down under where your mommy can’t help

You behind on the rent?

I’m something like a pimp

I grind overtime and bought the landlord a whip

Tales from the crib, the bl* is on my hip

Black bulletproof vest, a book bag full of clips

That’s deep shit, deeper than deep six

Deep as the bottomless pit, and even the abyss

Shit…

(Skyzoo)

I run the pen on the paper, on the strength of the way that the drums knock

I write whatever I feel, regardless if it gets me a deal

While these wannabes claiming they dumb hot

I treat it like him and him, you only get one shot

And if you spit one line, saying you slum rock

I’m walking away, and if you not say «son stop»

I don’t need that, and you ain’t ever seen that

You need to try being a fan, and relax

(Elliot Ness)

I can tell when the cops is looking, crack heads

Smell what the block is cooking, and which rock they pushing

«off white», strips stay open all night

Long like Lionel, got clientele

When my team surface, the fiends purchase

Run up in your crib, and rob all your workers

I ain’t trying to get money, selling dummies

The only time y’all make the paper is the funnies