King Sun

King Sun - BNS Sex lyrics

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[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 [x3]



Cause yo, I wanna check it



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[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



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BNS sex, baby, get butt-naked [x3]



Cause yo, I wanna check it



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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



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1-2-3 and

BNS, baby, get butt-naked [x3]



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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