Shyne - Bang lyrics

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Shyne - Bang lyrics

[Verse 1] I done f**ed *The Baddest b**hes* 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 n***as who love guns, money, girls, and furs Sittin up in the mans', runnin sh** On the phone moving bricks, orderin hits Perfected the game, diamond infested the chain n***as think I change I just wanna watch 'em change Livin the American dream Drugs, violence, s**, 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, sh** CHORUS 4X: n***as wanna bang, we could bang n***as wanna slang, we could slang [Verse 2] n***as wanna bang we could bang out Til the clip's done, or your vital arteries hang out Hammer co*ked, 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 b**h fightin over my notes All my n***as skied north makin a toast Til hell, just gimme bad b**hes 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 sh**, look at the wrists Too much rocks in this sh**, ain't that a b**h Make hits, til my last breath With that n***a, the P U double F So lay back in the cut motherf**er 'fore you get shot I k** n***as on the spot like a cop I did it all four seasons suites to a cot Give b**hes nothing but breathmints and this co*k 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 n***a 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