Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bang Bang - 2 Shots in the Head, artist - Black Attack. Album song On The Edge, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.04.2010
Record label: SCOREmusic
Song language: English
Bang Bang - 2 Shots in the Head |
Keep it on the down low, |
Nobody else had to know, |
How we had our freak shows |
Sipping on froze |
Margaritas we kept it hot like heaters |
Sneakers, I guess you could call us creepers |
We both had beepers, secret codes |
Tap them in, see what’s happening |
Hit me back about 10, I meet you down in the west end, |
This girl was foxy |
Had ill na na Loved it when she called me pa pa Ha Ha But she was married to the mob man, chances were slim |
She sleeping with my, he thought she was faithful to him |
She fell deep deeper deeper in love, |
It was supposed to be a secret, she slipped up and told her cuz |
Now me and big dude standing face to face |
He got back up for days, crew all over the place, |
But betrayal out ways it all, a quick phone call, |
Even in front of my eyes, I couldn’t believe what I saw |
He was rollin, strollin, |
had entire business that he was controlling |
Illegal though, he thought nothing could stop his cash flow |
Connect with the Po Po, cruised a 4X4 |
Cherokee, dropped, deep dished, chromed out, |
Twelve’s, twitters, amp, |
His sh*t was loud, |
Diamonds and pearls |
Trips around the world, |
He had stocks and bonds saved up for his little baby girls |
He was flying high, but wanted to fly higher |
Had a million dollars worth a crack looking for the next buyer |
He found them, and they found him too |
Good deal turned sour, what’s he supposed to do, |
Early in the morning, they got him out on the bridge, |
He only thought about the money, never about them little kids |
Running the streets, trying to get bigger, |
Now he’s staring down the barrel of the nine |
Pull the trigger. |
Fed up with the slums, school had you stressed |
You gave it your best, you still flunked every test |
Next decision, you had to make with precision |
If you slip up on this one you get cut like an incision |
But the choice was yours, ARMY, |
Momma cried as you said your last good byes |
You told us that you wanted to be all you can be WAR, that sh*t is history, |
Until you found yourself in the heat of the battle fighting |
Gas, guns, grenades, bombs igniting, |
Back at home mom and dad, whole family waited |
Check the news every evening to catch the latest |
Hoping and praying we would see you again, |
Worried as hell asking forgiveness for your sins, |
Then the day came, we got the letter in the mail |
What’s war good for? |
It’s hard to tell. |