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Shyne - Bang Lyrics

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  • [verse 1]
  • I done *****ed *the baddest *****es* ask trina
  • Give her coke to stuff between her, said she loved my demeanor
  • Felonies and misdemeanors, Im villified
  • I just, rap on the side, black mafia ties
  • Prolific words, I speak for the unheard
  • Niggas who love guns, money, girls, and furs
  • Sittin up in the mans, runnin shit
  • On the phone moving bricks, orderin hits
  • Perfected the game, diamond infested the chain
  • Niggas think I change I just wanna watch em change
  • Livin the american dream
  • Drugs, violence, sex, and loaded magazines
  • Thats all I could talk about in these sixteen
  • Cuz thats all I live, ask tibs
  • It is what is, either graveyards or consecutive life bids, shit
  • Chorus 4x:
  • Niggas wanna bang, we could bang
  • Niggas wanna slang, we could slang
  • [verse 2]
  • Niggas wanna bang we could bang out
  • Til the clips done, or your vital arteries hang out
  • Ham a cot, bad boy, the black camelot
  • Raise the price and connect the dots
  • Through lifes journies, all I need is a couple of mack mils
  • A couple of mils and good attorneys
  • Skatin on big blades, goin out in a blaze in my last days
  • Ill probably die with a bad drug trade or an overdose
  • Without tellin my moms, sorry it was close
  • My wife and my ***** fightin over my notes
  • All my niggas skied north makin a toast
  • Til hell, just gimme bad *****es in channel
  • Connects wit, chinese cartels and that new sl
  • And the judge thats gon set my bail
  • Chorus
  • [verse 3]
  • Im on top of this shit, look at the wrists
  • Too much rocks in this shit, aint that a *****
  • Make hits, til my last breath
  • With that nigga, the p u double f
  • So lay back in the cut mother*****er fore you get shot
  • I kill niggas on the spot like a cop
  • I did it all four seasons suites to a cot
  • Give *****es nothing but breathmints and this *****
  • Call me what, theres a way to eat
  • And all we got is sports, entertainment or the streets
  • Im in deep, think of citibank when I sleep
  • Ching, ching like I was from shaolin
  • Brooklyn nigga what you say, keep stylin
  • My air force ones you couldnt walk a mile in
  • I love politics, narcotics, and violins
  • Bad boy forever, we move in silence
  • Chorus

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