Capone-N-Noreaga - Bang Bang
[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
We gonna thug this shit out
We gonna thug this shit 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 nigga
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 shit 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 fuck, is Pamela Lee
And I'm gangsta, so some niggas call me G
Melvin Flynt, hustlin was born in me
So yo bitch, 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 shit out
We gonna thug this shit 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 bitch house, right in the closet
I won't front I'll bring the drama nigga, right to the projects
When it's cold, I remain the hottest
I bring the thug niggas, is you bougie?
I leave blood, all on your pradas
Niggas life styles deserve Oscars, you so funny
Claim you kingpin - and ain't even fuckin 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, niggas pay homage cause of my essence
It ain't nothing, I catch any charge, get out on bail
Fuck records, this shit was platinum when it touched the reel
[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
We gon' thug this shit out
We gon' thug this shit 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 shit like a cock, light weight as your rocks, bitch
You talk slick, fuck is all that sneak shit?
You and Diddy, y'all kill me with that subliminal shit, bitch
Why's you frontin and kickin that street shit?
Please, impress me, go back to that freak shit
While your broke-ass was guzzlin' nuts and shit
I was choppin the weights, leak and O.Z.s and shit
A decoy bitch, 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 bitch? You're soft and your pussy name hoes
So fuck ya niggas too, them niggas can get it too
Them faggots act more bitch than you
Let the nigga rest in peace, and hop off his dick, bitch, do you
And y'all hoes is like "Fuck Fox," well screw y'all too
Let's be truthful, give a fuck if your album pushed back
Or when it hit the streets, bitch, you're still weak
You still sound lame and my name still reign
I still pop them thing things, and bang bang, bitch, rep for ya hood
[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
We gon' thug this shit out
We gon' thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
We gonna thug this shit out
We gonna thug this shit 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 nigga
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 shit 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 fuck, is Pamela Lee
And I'm gangsta, so some niggas call me G
Melvin Flynt, hustlin was born in me
So yo bitch, 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 shit out
We gonna thug this shit 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 bitch house, right in the closet
I won't front I'll bring the drama nigga, right to the projects
When it's cold, I remain the hottest
I bring the thug niggas, is you bougie?
I leave blood, all on your pradas
Niggas life styles deserve Oscars, you so funny
Claim you kingpin - and ain't even fuckin 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, niggas pay homage cause of my essence
It ain't nothing, I catch any charge, get out on bail
Fuck records, this shit was platinum when it touched the reel
[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
We gon' thug this shit out
We gon' thug this shit 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 shit like a cock, light weight as your rocks, bitch
You talk slick, fuck is all that sneak shit?
You and Diddy, y'all kill me with that subliminal shit, bitch
Why's you frontin and kickin that street shit?
Please, impress me, go back to that freak shit
While your broke-ass was guzzlin' nuts and shit
I was choppin the weights, leak and O.Z.s and shit
A decoy bitch, 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 bitch? You're soft and your pussy name hoes
So fuck ya niggas too, them niggas can get it too
Them faggots act more bitch than you
Let the nigga rest in peace, and hop off his dick, bitch, do you
And y'all hoes is like "Fuck Fox," well screw y'all too
Let's be truthful, give a fuck if your album pushed back
Or when it hit the streets, bitch, you're still weak
You still sound lame and my name still reign
I still pop them thing things, and bang bang, bitch, rep for ya hood
[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
We gon' thug this shit out
We gon' thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
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