Текст (слова) песни: King Sun - Bang Bang

 
(Remember when we used to play bang-bang 
I shot you down, bang-bang 
You hit the ground, bang-bang 
That awful sound, bang-bang 
I used to shoot you down)		--- Stevie Wonder 
 
Bang-bang, buck-buck 
Nigga, what what? 
Fallin and you can`t get up 
You`re stuck 
Bang-bang, buck-buck 
Nigga, what what? 
Fallin and you can`t get up	(2x) 
 
[ VERSE 1 ] 
I guess it all started when we was young 
Lil` niggas runnin round with loaded waterguns 
It was sort of fun, playin cops and robbers 
The kids who was cops had a pops or a father 
Those who was crooks not only played the role 
Had the look, used to jook they mom`s pocketbook 
Later on get they ass whupped for the cash took 
And the food stamps, little crook took the last book 
Seemin at a very young age 
Broke in a store, came across a 12-gauge 
Showed they older brother and his friends like, "look here" 
"Yeah, it`s kinda hot, good lookin" - then they took it 
Bag him, better that than have police sag him 
Plus a b.n.e., cause that`s two felonies 
You too young, wait - a few years later 
Comin to a trey-eight, six shot, nickel-plated 
Small-time stick-up`s, nickel-and-dime pick-up`s 
Soon as a nigga get a nine, wan` lick up 
For big up`s, now stick-up`s ain`t big enough 
Lil` nigga tough, tryin to stick bigger stuff 
(Bo! Bo! Bo!) 
 
(...bang-bang 
I shot you down, bang-bang 
You hit the ground, bang-bang 
That awful sound, bang-bang 
I used to shoot you down) 
 
Bang-bang, buck-buck 
Nigga, what what? 
Fallin and you can`t get up 
You`re stuck 
Bang-bang, buck-buck 
Nigga, what what? 
Fallin and you can`t get up 
 
[ VERSE 2 ] 
Stick em up, nigga, what what, Mr. Big Nuts 
My finger on the trigger, barrel on your gut 
Nigga, freeze, like you just done sniffed a oz. 
Nobody move, not even slowly, you niggas know me 
If I bless you, mean I gotta leave you holy 
The preview is solely to be viewed by only 
The few mackaronies, a lotta new clonies 
Cold got phoney for them Grammy`s and them Tony`s 
That`s how you know the showboats - from the drama 
I would stick em up - chill, I know his mama 
Couldn`t stand seein her cry at the funeral 
All ready to die, sayin "Baby, what they do to you?" 
But you ain`t in no position to respond 
Stiff in a casket, your soul passed on 
Your life flashed past your eyes too fast 
Believin in true lies, hypnotized through gas 
Such as... the bullet with your name on it 
I touch beef with the burner, well done with the flame on it 
My projectiles will have you livin in exile 
Like a stepchild, alienated like the _X Files_ 
 
(...bang-bang 
I shot you down, bang-bang 
You hit the ground, bang-bang 
That awful sound, bang-bang 
I used to shoot you down) 
 
[ VERSE 3 ] 
Sawed-off shotgun, a hand on the pump 
It`s Jewellah, `another wild nigga from the Bronx` 
North East section, flexin with niggas from the Jets and 
Lettin off Tecs from a Lexus 
With temporary plates 
I done had shoot-outs in most major cities in every state 
With heavy weights, I swing major like Deacon 
Mike Jordan, bringin more than flavor to the league and 
The rootinest, tootinest, step like a boot in this 
Gun-totinest, quotin this, full of lootinest 
I don`t bust caps for nothin, rap for nothin 
That`s like tellin DeNiro, "Act for nothin" 
Crime gon` play my way, cause I don`t pay 
Anyway, niggas gon` make my day 
The wake Friday, the funeral is the followin 
Cause of death: lead-poisonin, hollow-tip-swallowin 
 
I remember (I remember) 
When we used to play shoot em up (shoot em up) 
Bang-bang (bang-bang) 
I remember (you remember) 
When we used to play shoot em up (shoot em up) 
Bang-bang 
 
(...bang-bang 
I shot you down, bang-bang 
You hit the ground, bang-bang 
That awful sound, bang-bang 
I used to shoot you down) 
 
Bang-bang, buck-buck 
Nigga, what what? 
Fallin and you can`t get up 
You`re stuck 
Bang-bang, buck-buck 
Nigga, what what? 
Fallin and you can`t get up
 

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