Bang Bang lyrics

by

Foxy Brown


[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
We gonna thug this sh*t out
We gonna thug this sh*t 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.]
And throw your sets up n*gga
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, and sh*t 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 be leakin, and Dole 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 f*ck, is Pamela Lee
And I'm gangsta, so some n*ggas call me G
Melvin Flynt, hustlin was born in me
So yo b*tch, come and do a porn with me
Or come to North Carolina and perform with me

[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
We gonna thug this sh*t out
We gonna thug this sh*t 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 pistals
Sling crystal, gamble on the block with pits out
Kept my work in my b*tch house, right in the closet
I won't front I'll bring the drama n*gga, right to the projects
When it's cold, I remain the hottest
I bring the thug n*ggas, is you bougie?
I leave blood, all on your pradas
n*ggas life styles deserve Oscars, you so funny
Claim you kingpin - and ain't even f*ckin wit ho money
I'm gangsta, to the jail wounds, check my records
I keep the stash grip wit arma, before I select my weapons
This young mind state, crime infested, I'mma get straight to the message
I spit records, and rep my necklace
Do the dog want beef? Right where the steps is
I walk the hood, n*ggas pay homage cause of my essence
It ain't nothing, I catch any charge, get out on bail
f*ck records, this sh*t was platinum when it touched the reel

[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
We gon' thug this sh*t out
We gon' thug this sh*t 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 sh*t like a c*ck, +Lyte+ weight as your +Rocks+, b*tch
You talk slick, f*ck is all that sneak sh*t?
You and Diddy, y'all kill me with that subliminal sh*t, b*tch
Why's you frontin and kickin that street sh*t?
Please, impress me, go back to that freak sh*t
While your broke-ass was guzzlin' nuts and sh*t
I was choppin the weights, leak and O.Z.s and sh*t
A decoy b*tch, like the Feds lie in you
Ain't you supposed to have a little bitta Bed-Stuy in you?
Brooklyn don't raise hoes, just slip, and graze hoes
What b*tch? You're soft and your pus*y name hoes
So f*ck ya n*ggas too, them n*ggas can get it too
Them faggots act more b*tch than you
Let the n*gga rest in peace, and hop off his di*k, b*tch do you
And ya'll hoes is like "f*ck Fox," well screw ya'll too
Let's be truthful, give a f*ck if your album pushed back
Or when it hit the streets, b*tch, you're still weak
You still sound lame and my name still reign
I still pop them thing things, and bang bang, b*tch, rep for ya hood

[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
We gon' thug this sh*t out
We gon' thug this sh*t out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
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