Shyne - Bang Lyrics
[verse 1]I done *****ed *the baddest *****es* ask trinaGive her coke to stuff between her, said she loved my demeanorFelonies and misdemeanors, Im villifiedI just, rap on the side, black mafia tiesProlific words, I speak for the unheardNiggas who love guns, money, girls, and fursSittin up in the mans, runnin shitOn the phone moving bricks, orderin hitsPerfected the game, diamond infested the chainNiggas think I change I just wanna watch em changeLivin the american dreamDrugs, violence, sex, and loaded magazinesThats all I could talk about in these sixteenCuz thats all I live, ask tibsIt is what is, either graveyards or consecutive life bids, shitChorus 4x:Niggas wanna bang, we could bangNiggas wanna slang, we could slang[verse 2]Niggas wanna bang we could bang outTil the clips done, or your vital arteries hang outHam a cot, bad boy, the black camelotRaise the price and connect the dotsThrough lifes journies, all I need is a couple of mack milsA couple of mils and good attorneysSkatin on big blades, goin out in a blaze in my last daysIll probably die with a bad drug trade or an overdoseWithout tellin my moms, sorry it was closeMy wife and my ***** fightin over my notesAll my niggas skied north makin a toastTil hell, just gimme bad *****es in channelConnects wit, chinese cartels and that new slAnd the judge thats gon set my bailChorus[verse 3]Im on top of this shit, look at the wristsToo much rocks in this shit, aint that a *****Make hits, til my last breathWith that nigga, the p u double fSo lay back in the cut mother*****er fore you get shotI kill niggas on the spot like a copI did it all four seasons suites to a cotGive *****es nothing but breathmints and this *****Call me what, theres a way to eatAnd all we got is sports, entertainment or the streetsIm in deep, think of citibank when I sleepChing, ching like I was from shaolinBrooklyn nigga what you say, keep stylinMy air force ones you couldnt walk a mile inI love politics, narcotics, and violinsBad boy forever, we move in silenceChorus
