Suga Bang Bang

Suga Bang Bang - Certified Samurai lyrics

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(feat. Terra Tory) 



[Intro: Terra Tory (Talib Kweli) {Suga Bang Bang}] 

Hahahahahaha, we gon' do what we do right here, baby 

You already know what it is, Division, back in the building 

Brooklyn, you see 'em? Haha (yeah, come on) {soldier hold ya sword high} 

{Swing it like a Samurai} Who are we? 



[Talib Kweli:] 

We the breadwinners, baby, make it peel, sippin' blunts 

Smokin' guns, taught M.C.'s how these niggas living 

Earn, burning word for ya, curb serving 

Got you hooked by the first purchase, birds chirping 

Cops listening, with the gun sitting on they lap 

Cuz of that, the t-shirt's on the block, like 'stop snitching' 

Living by the code of the samurai 

Dreams put on hold like operators standing by 

What you craft with your heart or your weapon 

It's a question, what you craft with, a glock or a message in a rhyme 

I teach you little savage part of a lesson and choice 

Between being a gangsta and an artist, is the start of your ending 

You can front like you a gangsta artist, but that ain't the smartest 

Decision, niggas'll test you 

Say you ain't the hardest, regardless, what you spare homey 

RZA told me that the game is flipping, nobody bent for me 



[Interlude: Terra Tory] 

Haha, you already know what it is 

Murda is back in the building 

Division, back in the building 



[Free Murda:] 

Free Murda dick longer than the O.J. trial 

Have your bitch backstage with the Colgate smile 

I'm on the back glocks where the coke ring loud 

Bullets got flat tops like they stole Kane's style 

Warm 'em kid, you wanna flow, drain now 

Get your whole brain out, where your hoes hang out 

It's killing me, everybody got cocaine nail 

Stealing Free is like trying take a old stain out 

Your boy's on fire, my boat stays out 

It's gon' take more than a wire, to close they mouth 

Got a slice of that bread, bags that you stole 

You had a price on your head, now that tag's on your toe 

And you know that nigga dead when the casket is closed 

Off with his dreads, keep the mag' in my clothes 

I'm trying, real good, the semi' got loud up 

You can die in your hood, like Kenny from South Park 



[Chorus x2: Free Murda] 

How many licks does it take 

For me to hit the tootsie roll center of a break? 

Yeah, how many hits must you make 

Before a man'll get his mule and his forty ac's 



[Suga Bang Bang:] 

Soldier hold your sword high... 

Swing it like a Samurai... 

Now don't get all out of pride... 

From the Afro Samurai...
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