Bang Bang

Lyrics

[Intro: T-Streets] Yeah, soo-woo Young Money duct tape boys in the building Surtified gangstas Blao It's official Huh Believe that Bang bang [Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] I'm Young Money, I'ma rep to the death, nigga I size up niggas, then sidestep niggas We getting money, boy, what are you about? When it's hammer time, we bring the toolies out Pop pop, knock off your snot box Then slide off your block, peel off in the drop box I stir, so ill that I walk with a bop, I slur All my words 'cause I mixed the soda pop with syrup You nerds got the nerve to try to stop this hurr So sick I need a shot, a doctor or cure Or a vaccine, this is a stampede Young Money get it jumping like a trampoline I'm Gudda Gudda hoe, cold like Buffalo Hand on my dick, I pull it out, then straight stuff a hoe Then I fuck her slow, Chucks on, but fuck it though Pull my pants up and hit the door and straight duck a hoe [Chorus: Gudda Gudda and T-Streets] It's bang bang nigga, it's bang bang nigga It's Young Money, we rep the same gang nigga It's bang bang nigga, it's bang bang nigga It's T-Streets, we rep the same gang nigga Bang bang nigga, bang bang nigga Gudda Gudda, we rep the same gang nigga Bang bang nigga, bang bang nigga Young Money, we rep the same gang nigga [Verse 2: T-Streets] They say, "Streets, you think you bulletproof" You fuckin right, nigga that's what I'm gon' do to you I ain't gon' fold homie, put that on my firstborn Keep something that'll make your ass brainstorm My gun of choice is the Glock of course Peanut butter seats, with the droptop it's toast On my side I got a Glock, when I ride Rest in peace 2Pac, bust one in the sky, yeah T-Streets got bullets that heat seak Make my goons sit on your block for three weeks This is Young Money, bitch you gotta deal with it This is our world, you just live in it You know I do it for the east hoe The beam make the shot easy like a free throw I say I do it for the east hoe The beam make the shot easy like a free throw [Chorus: Gudda Gudda and T-Streets] It's bang bang nigga, it's bang bang nigga It's Young Money, we rep the same gang nigga It's bang bang nigga, it's bang bang nigga It's T-Streets, we rep the same gang nigga Bang bang nigga, bang bang nigga Gudda Gudda, we rep the same gang nigga Bang bang nigga, bang bang nigga Young Money, we rep the same gang nigga [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda and T-Streets] Run up on me, get a two-piece dinner box Young Gudda flow hard like cinder blocks Bang bang and I'm sticking to the script nigga I'm in that water, pussy niggas jump ship, nigga Automatic guns fold up and clip niggas Big paper, money swole up, rich niggas It's Young Money, put your hoes up, bitch niggas Nervous motherfuckers shaking like a thick stripper Big chain, shit shining like the big dipper Not from Cali, but I keep the 45 clipper True hustler, real nigga like Guy Fisher YMCMB mob, nigga If I don't bubble on the double, I'ma rob niggas These lame niggas not seeing me, why nigga? The takeover, the break's over, nigga Hard MC's, Streets, J Gudda, nigga [Chorus: Gudda Gudda and T-Streets] It's bang bang nigga, it's bang bang nigga It's Young Money, we rep the same gang nigga It's bang bang nigga, it's bang bang nigga It's T-Streets, we rep the same gang nigga Bang bang nigga, bang bang nigga Gudda Gudda, we rep the same gang nigga Bang bang nigga, bang bang nigga Young Money, we rep the same gang nigga