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Shyne - Bang lyrics
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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