Bang, Bang - Capone-N-Noreaga/Foxy Brown

Lyrics by：J. Cameron/K. Holley/V. Santiago/C. Martin

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We gonna thug this s**t out

And say bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

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And say bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

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And throw your sets up n***a

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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 s**t on your three

I'm from Iraq twenty minutes from QB

I'm MU 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 POP

And getta dose of the d**e but don't just OD

Only white girl I'll f**k is Pamela Lee

And I'm gangsta so some n***as call me G

Melvin Flynt hustlin was born in me

So yo b***h come and do a porn with me

Or come to North Carolina and perform with me

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And say bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

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And say bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

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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***h house right in the closet

I won't front I'll bring the drama n***a right to the projects

When it's cold I remain the hottest

I bring the thug n***as is you bougie

I leave blood all on your pradas

N***as life styles deserve Oscars you so funny

Claim you kingpin-and ain't even f**kin 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***as pay homage 'cause of my essence

It ain't nothing I catch any charge get out on bail

F**k records this s**t was platinum when it touched the reel

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And say bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

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Hot d**n ho here we go again

Pop s**t like a cock Lyte weight as your Rocks b***h

You talk slick f**k is all that sneak s**t

You and Diddy y'all kill me with that subliminal s**t b***h

Why's you frontin and kickin that street s**t

Please impress me go back to that freak s**t

While your broke-ass was guzzlin' nuts and s**t

I was choppin the weights leak and OZs and s**t

A decoy b***h 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***h you're soft and your p***y name hoes

So f**k ya n***as too them n***as can get it too

Them faggots act more b***h than you

Let the n***a rest in peace and

Hop off his dick b***h do you

And ya'll hoes is like f**k Fox well screw ya'll too

Let's be truthful give a f**k if your album pushed back

Or when it hit the streets b***h you're still weak

You still sound lame and my name still reign

I still pop them thing things and

Bang bang b***h rep for ya hood

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And say bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

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And say bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

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