[ VERSE 1 ] BNS sex, baby, get butt-naked This is for the crew, cause they knew I could make it Wild be the style of the true Bronx niggas I can catch a body and never touch a trigga Who needs a gun when fist fights are fun? Except when the odds are nine against one Now I'm out-numbered in a fucked up spot But I forgot my .380 with ten shots Enough to bust each nigga dead in the face And got one shot left when I step, just in case I miss one, who can dis Sun and get away with it? Regs got a golf club, but not to play with it Instead of a 'hole in one', you'll be one in a hole A ??? soul is rippin up the death toll That's my brother, [Name] DJ June's another BNS player
BNS sex, baby, get butt-naked (3x)
Cause yo, I wanna check it
1-2 1-2-3 and
[ VERSE 2 ] BNS sex for the black and spanish Bombin non-stop, and the cops can't stand it Tags who be taxin, harassin the 41 Niggas be bustin at police with B.B. guns Not tryin to kill em, but we could, if we wanted to So you'll respect us, and we'll respect you Even though we know you got a job to do But for the BNS Crew it's survival too Ask DJ [Name] and [Name] about the territory My man Slim who don't be tellin war stories A super dooper, real, 100 percent D-Nice a muthafucka that'll represent Peace to [Name], J-Qwan, Lenny and everybody BNS is locked down and up in the party Hey yo, June, run the keys to the max I'm hittin the playhouse and I'll be back
1-2 1-2-3, and...
BNS sex, baby, get butt-naked (3x)
Cause yo, I wanna check it
1-2 1-2-3, and...
[ VERSE 3 ] BNS sex like beatin niggas silly Everybody wanna be the next big willie Scam after scam, cause you think you the man As long as I get mine, I couldn't give a damn About the next individual clock my digital Mathmatical style, I flow so original You hop can't see what I hop can see I copped that props from hip hop heavy d MC wanna jam with the master flash Two times, I got rhymes like the bank got cash And a automatic teller, I'm iller than the Goodfellas I use the mic like the penguin use a umbrella So tell Batman and Robin that Batgirl is slobbin The knob and, holy heart throbbin But she's in the Legend with your ??? style Headed for the Reg, so I'm out
1-2 1-2-3 and BNS, baby, get butt-naked (3x)
Cause yo, I wanna check it
Aight, mad props to the 8th Mad props to Gun Hill, White Plains Mad props to the... All the way down Mad props to the Concords Mad props to the 3rd Mad props to south Boogie Bang ...and all that ...Prospect And represent the Boogie Bang Beatin niggas silly Bronx never sleep Bombin non-stop BNS sex, baby, get butt-naked
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Copy to Clipboard: [ VERSE 1 ] BNS sex, baby, get butt-naked This is for the crew, cause they knew I could make it Wild be the style of the true Bronx niggas I can catch a body and never touch a trigga Who needs a gun when fist fights are fun? Except when the odds are nine against one Now I'm out-numbered in a fucked up spot But I forgot my .380 with ten shots Enough to bust each nigga dead in the face And got one shot left when I step, just in case I miss one, who can dis Sun and get away with it? Regs got a golf club, but not to play with it Instead of a 'hole in one', you'll be one in a hole A ??? soul is rippin up the death toll That's my brother, [Name] DJ June's another BNS player
BNS sex, baby, get butt-naked (3x)
Cause yo, I wanna check it
1-2 1-2-3 and
[ VERSE 2 ] BNS sex for the black and spanish Bombin non-stop, and the cops can't stand it Tags who be taxin, harassin the 41 Niggas be bustin at police with B.B. guns Not tryin to kill em, but we could, if we wanted to So you'll respect us, and we'll respect you Even though we know you got a job to do But for the BNS Crew it's survival too Ask DJ [Name] and [Name] about the territory My man Slim who don't be tellin war stories A super dooper, real, 100 percent D-Nice a muthafucka that'll represent Peace to [Name], J-Qwan, Lenny and everybody BNS is locked down and up in the party Hey yo, June, run the keys to the max I'm hittin the playhouse and I'll be back
1-2 1-2-3, and...
BNS sex, baby, get butt-naked (3x)
Cause yo, I wanna check it
1-2 1-2-3, and...
[ VERSE 3 ] BNS sex like beatin niggas silly Everybody wanna be the next big willie Scam after scam, cause you think you the man As long as I get mine, I couldn't give a damn About the next individual clock my digital Mathmatical style, I flow so original You hop can't see what I hop can see I copped that props from hip hop heavy d MC wanna jam with the master flash Two times, I got rhymes like the bank got cash And a automatic teller, I'm iller than the Goodfellas I use the mic like the penguin use a umbrella So tell Batman and Robin that Batgirl is slobbin The knob and, holy heart throbbin But she's in the Legend with your ??? style Headed for the Reg, so I'm out
1-2 1-2-3 and BNS, baby, get butt-naked (3x)
Cause yo, I wanna check it
Aight, mad props to the 8th Mad props to Gun Hill, White Plains Mad props to the... All the way down Mad props to the Concords Mad props to the 3rd Mad props to south Boogie Bang ...and all that ...Prospect And represent the Boogie Bang Beatin niggas silly Bronx never sleep Bombin non-stop BNS sex, baby, get butt-naked
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