Bang Bang

Lyrics

[Chorus: N.O.R.E.] We gon' thug this shit out We gon' thug this shit out And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang We gon' thug this shit out We gon' thug this shit out And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang [Verse 1: N.O.R.E.] Now throw your sets up, nigga Gang bang, bang bang We keep long gats and big chains I don't like having sex, I like brains And smoke some blend, fams, with five in the Range And it's, nuthin' for me, to shit on your three I'm from Iraq, twenty minutes from Q.B I'm M.U., so you should just let us be Or find yourself shot up, in the hospit-ee You'll be leakin', and throw in ya face, some hot tea Yo it's Nore, but you can call me P-O-P And getta dose of the dope, but don't just O.D Only white girl I'll fuck is Pamela Lee And I'm gangsta, so some niggas call me G Melvin Flynt, hustling was born in me So yo, bitch, come and do a porn with me Or come to North Carolina and perform with me [Chorus: N.O.R.E.] We gon' thug this shit out We gon' thug this shit out And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang We gon' thug this shit out We gon' thug this shit out And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang [Verse 2: Capone] Yo, yo, yo I'ma take it back to when I used to pop pist-als Sling crystal, gamble on the block with pits out Kept my work in my bitch house, right in the closet I won't front, I'll bring the drama, nigga, right to the projects When it's cold, I remain the hottest I bring the thug niggas, you bougie? I'll leave blood, all on your Pradas Niggas' lifestyles deserve Oscars, you so funny Claim you kingpin – and ain't even fuckin' wit ho money I'm gangsta, to the jail wounds, check my records I keep the stash, grip of armor, where I select my weapons This young mindstate crime infested, I'ma get straight to the message I spit records, and I rep my necklace Do the door want beef? Right where the steps is I walk the hood, niggas pay homage 'cause of my essence It ain't nothing, I catch any charge, get out on bail Fuck records, this shit was platinum when it touched the reel, muthafucka [Chorus: N.O.R.E.] We gon' thug this shit out We gon' thug this shit out And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang We gon' thug this shit out We gon' thug this shit out And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang [Verse 3: Foxy Brown] Hot damn, ho, here we go again Pop shit like a cock, light weight as your rocks, bitch Ya talk slick, fuck is all that sneak shit? You and Diddy, y'all kill me with that subliminal shit Bitch, why's you frontin' and kickin' that street shit? Please, impress me, go back to that freak shit While your broke-ass was guzzlin' nuts and shit I was choppin' the weight, sneakin' O-Z's and shit A decoy bitch, like the Feds lie in you Ain't you supposed to have a little bit of Bed-Stuy in you? Brooklyn don't raise hoes, just slip, and graze hoes What, bitch? You're soft and you pussy, name hoes So fuck ya niggas too, them niggas can get it too Them faggots act more bitch than you Let the nigga rest in peace, and hop off his dick, bitch, do you And y'all hoes is like "Fuck Fox," well, screw y'all too Let's be truthful, give a fuck if ya album pushed back And when it hit the streets, bitch, you're still weak You still sound lame and my name still reign And I still pop them thing things, and bang bang, bitch Rep for ya hood – Brooklyn, QB Queensbridge, Iraq... [Chorus: N.O.R.E.] We gon' thug this shit out We gon' thug this shit out And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang We gon' thug this shit out We gon' thug this shit out And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang