Текст (слова) песни: Shyne - Bang

 
[Verse 1] 
I done fucked *The Baddest Bitches* ask Trina 
Give her coke to stuff between her, said she loved my demeanor 
Felonies and misdemeanors, I`m villified 
I just, rap on the side, black mafia ties 
Prolific words, I speak for the unheard 
Niggas who love guns, money, girls, and furs 
Sittin up in the mans`, runnin shit 
On the phone moving bricks, orderin hits 
Perfected the game, diamond infested the chain 
Niggas think I change I just wanna watch `em change 
Livin the American dream 
Drugs, violence, sex, and loaded magazines 
That`s all I could talk about in these sixteen 
Cuz that`s all I live, ask Tibs 
It is what is, either graveyards or consecutive life bids, shit 
 
CHORUS 4X: 
Niggas wanna bang, we could bang 
Niggas wanna slang, we could slang 
 
[Verse 2] 
Niggas wanna bang we could bang out 
Til the clip`s done, or your vital arteries hang out 
Ham a cot, Bad Boy, the black Camelot 
Raise the price and connect the dots 
Through life`s journies, all I need is a couple of mack mils 
A couple of mils and good attorneys 
Skatin on big blades, goin out in a blaze in my last days 
I`ll probably die with a bad drug trade or an overdose 
Without tellin my moms, sorry it was close 
My wife and my bitch fightin over my notes 
All my niggas skied north makin a toast 
Til hell, just gimme bad bitches in Channel 
Connects wit, Chinese cartels and that new SL 
And the judge that`s gon` set my bail 
 
CHORUS 
 
[Verse 3] 
I`m on top of this shit, look at the wrists 
Too much rocks in this shit, aint that a bitch 
Make hits, til my last breath 
With that nigga, the P U double F 
So lay back in the cut motherfucker `fore you get shot 
I kill niggas on the spot like a cop 
I did it all four seasons suites to a cot 
Give bitches nothing but breathmints and this cock 
Call me what, there`s a way to eat 
And all we got is sports, entertainment or the streets 
I`m in deep, think of Citibank when I sleep 
Ching, ching like I was from Shaolin 
Brooklyn nigga what you say, keep stylin 
My air force ones you couldn`t walk a mile in 
I love politics, narcotics, and violins 
Bad Boy forever, we move in silence 
 
CHORUS
 

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