| When the gun goes bang bang bang, who’s gonna know who’s the one?
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| No, nobody knows.
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| When the gun goes bang bang bang, who’s gonna know who’s the one?
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| No, nobody knows.
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| Takin' it back to 94, when niggas was dealin' the finest soul,
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| Crack the hit then fucked it up, and baby gangstas was full of they cluck.
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| Pluck the feathers up off the duck, you stuck like chuck if carried the banter
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| Pistol player knuckled up, then better to telling the children to scatter
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| Everyone knows don’t fuck with them ho’s drinking with keisha from out they yo
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| Full of that clearly pop a silly when niggas first heard the choppers city
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| And I was a dancin' b-boy who resorted to slinging them heat boys
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| And jackin' them cars, mackin' them broads, sadistic shit, then flipped the
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| script.
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| I don’t wan' sound like a hypocrite, but momma raised me for greatness,
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| but we broke as fuck and hope is stuck and New Orleans defines the cage hits
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| The animal house like getting out like takin' food from a animals mouth,
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| roar roar like the dungeon dragon, takin' it back to the cannibals house
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| When the gun goes bang bang bang, who’s gonna know who’s the one?
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| No, no nobody knows.
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| When the gun goes bang bang bang, who’s gonna know who’s the one?
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| No, no nobody knows.
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| I’m from a place you couldn’t imagine, beautiful women some Creole with ass
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| Them niggas are hazards, we bitchin' they crabbin', and changin lanes like
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| benjamin massing
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| From 10 to 12 they thinkin' it’s cool, something awful when they aint in the
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| mood.
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| Don’t get 'em bent, fuck that innocence, cause in a sense they film as you.
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| Where they mommas at, where they mommas at? |
| Nobody knows, nobody cares.
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| To claim your hard, come go through the ward, come fuck with them,
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| when nobody dares
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| Your job, yes, ya ho-jocker, put that pop on you like Redenbacher
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| The things they say, the slang they use, catching kung fu while they bangin'
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| the tools.
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| When the gun goes bang bang bang, who’s gonna know the one? |
| No, nobody knows.
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| When the gun goes bang bang bang, who’s gonna know the one? |
| No, nobody knows.
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| Even when it’s cold outside 'round here. |
| It’s a 100 degrees, I keep the heat
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| around here.
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| It’s when you least expect it, people creep up from the rear,
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| it’s racking my brain cannot contain my fear.
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| 'Cause even when it’s cold outside 'round here. |
| It’s a 100 degrees,
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| I keep the heat around here.
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| It’s when you least expect it, people creep up from the rear,
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| it’s racking my brain cannot contain my fear. |