Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bang Bang (Shoot Em Up), artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Album song Thugs Alwayz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.03.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Vtribe Media & Entertainment
Song language: English
Bang Bang (Shoot Em Up) |
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up |
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up |
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up |
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up |
Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya |
You know we know, you don’t wanna roll |
Cause when we give it to ya, we’re gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah |
Right off the jump, ooh, now I gots to let you know |
When you see me runnin' rollin' with them big shotguns, |
And we deep when we creep, never sleepin' |
And we droppin' them whamies on fools who wanna get dumb and numb |
Now, that you know like that |
These niggas come around, they don’t know how to act |
In fact, I’m at the track in the back |
With a couple of my cats in the hood, smokin' weed and up to no good |
Red Dog in the trunk, and we rollin' that |
Bang or slang, now bail on over to your thugs |
So me and the rest of these thugs can marinade, marinade |
We straight, get high, so high, |
That’s how my mental, that’s how my mental state is like parlay, parlay |
Like everyday, don’t think I don’t pin playa hation |
But ya better pinnin' yourself, or contend with the M-11, |
.357 Automatic weapons from my shelf |
These niggas wanna take my health and wealth |
Check yourself, tryin' to contend, but they couldn’t win |
You took it to the head with a fifth of Hen |
Now we in a red 500 Benz-o, we roll, roll |
Drop the top, and lock the locks, cock the glock |
Bout to hit this corner, livin' like a thug on the real |
Who’s stronger when I put it on ya, on ya, all playa haters goners |
Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all |
They fall, they fall buck buck, oh yeah |
Niggas they get it then pissed off |
And ah, and ah to fuck with the wrong motherfuckers |
They fall (quick) when we buck, bitch, ooh |
We got something to put you back into your truck quick |
Hey, that four-four magnum, gon' handle em' |
Ain’t no nigga badder, .357 put that ass on the mat |
Execution, I’ll be shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth |
You plot me cause you watch me, watch me, watch me |
My nigga, we know what ya thinkin' |
Bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me |
I’m comin' up outta my shit with some shit |
That be keepin' you runnin' and wonderin' |
What have I got to make sure they lit him up good |
And you can still find me, where (You know we no bullshit) |
East 99, drug dealers and po-po, yeah that’s St. Clair |
Bone runnin' back to Mo', and that’s Cleveland, Cleveland |
You know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin' |
If somebody got beef, we got millions done made |
I rollin' thug records for ya, see my nigga |
We comin' with nothin' to lose and bitch, if ya try me |
(Any bodies) All those bloody bodies, tryin' to get outta the room |
If I could just look up and see haters dyin', I’n I’n, |
And flip up my mind and whenever you think I’m quiet |
I get plots on the riot riot bang |
That’s way ya get em' man, get 'em, man, get 'em, man |
Sneak up on em' and you kill em' and they won’t fuck with ya no more |
You havin' a party, and the weed goin' up in your body |
Smokers chill, my niggas done got get me sloppy high, oh so so high. |
Come on, come on, don’t be shy |
Let’s get high |
We got that herb |
If you want some, want some |
We got weed indeed, you need some, need some |
Ah, yeah I know this just might sound crazy |
But lately gotta roll with my gun |
Cause the haters they hate me |
Wanna hurt that nigga, Bone, niggas somehow, someway get paid |
And quit playa hatin' |
That buck to the bang, everything I got, I got 'cause we rhyme |
Tight rhyme, Had to thug it out, but it came in time, just in time |
And if you give it to me, my thugs gon' give it you |
So either way we go about this goes, somebody’s head gon' get blown |
Bone gon' on with your bad self, now hey, hey, hey |
Blowin' up your face with your pistols |
And get with that buck to the bang, bang, bang |
Nigga wanna roll with Bone, it’s on, cause nigga, we cool, we cool |
Don’t forget, playa haters get that buck to the bang |
All up in that body, got him, got him |
We won’t be slippin', we just might be peepin' you all the time |
I’m comin', I’m gunnin' and I put that on the double nine |
Shoot em' up always, hate when I break you off and you loss |
And make it look to floss |
Let there be coffins for all of your offspring |
Now let there be coffins for all of your offspring |
For the police on the corner, creepin' up |
Here come them soldiers pullin' up |
Better watch one of them St. Clair niggas |
Put it in a gutter, better off and doze ya |
Really know ya shouldn’t have let me jumpin' up out your shit |
You runnin' with a gang of bitches for you |
Ready when I’m ready to do it you |
It in my thang but a buck, buck is small change |
It’s off in ten to say that they niggas was bullshittin' |
And the Bizzy maintain, nigga this the North Coast homie |
That city where the St. Clair niggas sell dope |
I hear police roll deep in the set, see none of us scared |
And we show that it’s on, bitch, bang |
You feel the pitch of my trigger finger’s a bitch |
I done put it down with my click, and stood on my own, |
And kill flesh and I rest on the nine |
I’ll be fuckin' with y’all, slangin' my dogs |
And em' all niggas been anxious lil' Bizzy, but it’s all good |
I still ball, and I know when ya roll |
I’m snatchin' your souls with the Bone |
We can show it, and since I’m a flow, and it’s all of y’all realer |
My niggas, I figured I’d let 'em all know it |
Playas takin' up off the style, well, if you think I’m scared |
You, dead wrong, did you think when I break you down. |