Bang

Lyrics

[Hook: HaLo] It's like the bomb's last bang It's feeling like the bomb's last bang It's feeling like the bomb's last bang, the pull back point What it do, what are you, gotta prove that joint It's like… [Verse 1: Big Remo] My prayers get longer by the day One for all the youngin round the way poundin' pavement, that grave yard shift Made in Winston, brave heart spirit Two times for the resident in federal penitentiaries Babies and baby mommas who barely could eat With no families to help em, so they marry the streets Baby daddy carry the heat like he got a disease He told her...he out to eat like a savaging beast And his cabinets is bare as can be, and he barely can breath And I been there, but that was in 2003 Battling asthma wit Maalik, it wakes him out of his sleep And that remind me of me, but that was 1983 My dad would bring medicine and something to drink We grab hands when the family eat Everyone of us, me, I pray for clarity, peace prosperity In 2014 I'ma bleed for everything The bang, nigga [Hook: HaLo] The bomb's last bang It's feeling like the bomb's last bang It's feeling like the bomb's last bang, the pull back point What it do, what are you, gotta prove that joint It's like the bomb's last bang It's feeling like the bomb's last bang It's feeling like the bomb's last bang, the pull back point What it do, what are you, gotta prove that joint It's like [Verse 2: Big Remo] And I'm still down to kick it wit the homies from the hood If I could, I'd put on each and all my homies in the hood Like I gotta get mines, homie, you should get yours And stop focusing on what a nigga drivin thru the hood I'm a survivor of the violence, product of my environment Who somehow made it out, I seen my shot and took a shot at it I'd hope that you be proud of me, your kids prolly admire me If not I know they mommas be, she used to always ride the D Harsh reality I like to call it honesty But spoken modestly I understand why momma be wildin and on her knees in her feelings She say my words a double edged sword and it's blood on the mirror I'm not a killer nor a dealer, but they hatin I can feel it And that's bad for the spirit 'Fore she rest at night, she whisper to The Lord "Please don't let these haters take em, that's my boy With a dream and he explored it" and niggas ain't supportin it That bang nigga [Hook: HaLo] The bomb's last bang It's feeling like the bomb's last bang It's feeling like the bomb's last bang, the pull back point What it do, what are you, gotta prove that joint It's like the bomb's last bang It's feeling like the bomb's last bang It's feeling like the bomb's last bang, the pull back point What it do, what are you, gotta prove that joint [Verse 3: Rapper Big Pooh] It feels like it's 2001 all over again The greatest known unknown, it's time to fight this within The big homie, they all know me but I still feel lonely Writing records just to wonder if these people gon' check it, I'm shaking Soul provider, gotta bring home the bacon Slice of bread, see these niggas, they faking and you believe 'em But hey, they tryna make it too I take a sip of my mimosa, I'ma make it through My momma say she believe, I'm on my knees asking God just to breathe right Wanna see another day and sleep, might hold me Tracy in my corner to console me But grieving not needed, I told my baby that's the old me I'm pushing this pen, say, with a vengeance, earning my respect Money come, money go, you ain't seen the best yet I tell 'em cos everyday is like a whole new beginning Even tearing shit down is considered winning, bang! [Hook: HaLo] It's like the bomb's last bang It's feeling like the bomb's last bang It's feeling like the bomb's last bang, the pull back point What it do, what are you, gotta prove that joint It's like the bomb's last bang It's feeling like the bomb's last bang It's feeling like the bomb's last bang, the pull back point What it do, what are you, gotta prove that joint It's like…