King Sun - BNS Sex Lyrics
King Sun Lyrics
BNS Sex Lyrics
[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 f*cked 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
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 muthaf*cka 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 [x3]
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 [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
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 f*cked 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
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 muthaf*cka 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 [x3]
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 [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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