Brand Nubian Gang Bang Lyrics

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Well, there's mad gangs, but only one got control

Wherever they roam, from north pole to south pole

Ice cold with a vice hold on all crime

They gettin paid even if they **** is small time

All your dimes'll get took, yo watch them sling (?) them things

cause they nothin but a gang of crooks

Things look like they'll be here for a while

Momi and Daddy better fear for they chile

Cause they style is not just makin a fast chickens (?)

They also into murder and *** kickin

distortion and kidnappin, the kid is black

handsome ransome they just get you your kid back

But either way they gonna make a loot

If they keep the kid he's gonna do a bit as a prostitute

Owin freak (?) for some T. A. N. G. (?)

From six to sixty-six they count us catchin thick (?)

**** sticks in your mind

Make a ****** want to go out and fight crime

I write rhymes as an answer to they gang size

If they want to jack your car you can sang mines



Gang bang Gang bang

Police ain't nothing but a gang number four



Date rapes, got the shakes since the first of the month

So you gotta play, the cheque cash close (?)

You know you gotta make up that loss

So when the cut was butt (?) and the work was dirt

A whole baggage ****ed up ?), you know you're de man.

You gotta head him off, if you still want the block

So he can look the other way, if he catch you with the glock.

All de cook up, he might give you the hook up (?).

So you don't get moves downtown in the tombs

New gang member, he's a rookie and his wid extortion (?)

He got a wife and his daughter want to a pony

his man's a Columbian

and they both got they hands in the soup

And you gotta hit off your group

******s to be outside til like four in the mornin

******s with the toast so when the gang get too close

Naw a gang don't play by the rules and they up they demands

Gotta grease mo hands, gotta get mo work

Gotta get more weight, gotta stay up late

And travel out of state, hey **** the gang ****s nothin

******s are bluffin, as they snatch you for the kidnap they don+t even

show

Got ****ed in the ***, so now who's the hoe

Gang 88 (?), mo kinds of dicks, don't give a **** about the brothers,

As long as they get they cash, News flash

These kids is the worst, if you see 'em

Then you better hit em first,

Don't shoot til you see the whites of they eyes

Hands and thighs, they might front and sell ya been pies (?)

Black man, don't trust those lies

Cause the gangs is a bunch of dicks



Gang bang Gang bang

Police ain't nothing but a gang number four



This song is dedicated to all the original gangsters out there

You know what I+m sayin NRPD, NYPD, LAPD, state troopers

and all the Pds in Queens, FBI, CIA, DEA, TNT, ATN, INS, FEMA, Interpol,

National Guard,

Coast Guard, Army, Navy, Airforce, Marines, Secret Service, and all the

rest of the

**********in hogs out there rollin in the mud




Everything Is Everything Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Word Is Bond
  • 2 Straight off da Head
  • 3 Weed vs. Weaves (interlude)
  • 4 Nubian Jam
  • 5 Alladat
  • 6 Step Into da Cipher
  • 7 Sweatin’ Bullets
  • 8 Lookin’ at God (interlude)
  • 9 Lick Dem Muthaphuckas (remix)
  • 10 Another Day in the Beast (Thoughts From a Criminal)
  • 11 Claimin’ I’m a Criminal
  • 12 Gang Bang
  • 13 Down for the Real
  • 14 Return of the Dread
  • 15 What the Fuck…
  • 16 Hold On


  • Written by: Curtis Mayfield, Derek Murphy, Lorenzo Dechalus
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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