lirik lagu bang bang boogie - bang out
[intro: lord tariq]
uh, yeah, n~gga
y’all know what the f~ck this is, right?
n~gga, this bang bang boogie
and uh, we are the new government coming from the bx
718, 7th street, y’all know what the f~ck this is, right?
[verse 1: lord tariq]
got y’all n~ggas nervous, .50 is the caliber
rather you call it curtis, i am not your average, i am certain
f~ckin’ with my cabbage then it is closed curtains
get the purses, tecs is squirtin’
i suggest you invest in churches, vest in he~rs~s
duke dirt of dirtness, i earth this, you worthless
n~ggas that carry braces soft as a male nurses
i am what i portray up in my verses
you flow like water, i surf this service
any competition fishin’ where the sharks is lurkin’
spit it how i did it, do it, get it, i am workin’
b~tches think i trick, so i give ’em what they deservin’
our mop’s dry, tell ’em drink d~ck, i spit jerkins
pass it to a friend without lookin’, i am ervin
magic but i ain’t burnin’, i got these hoes mergin’, i’m splurgin’
[interlude: s~one]
yeah, it’s s~one, motherf~cker
yeah, yeah, check it
[verse 2: s~one]
i ain’t a game of jokes, s~one, n~gga, you know i’m slingin’ coke
i’m rappin’ now ’cause crack money slow, these f~ckin’ fiends is broke
i need bigger money, bad b~tches, n~ggas done took ’em from me
crack sell fast, especially when hocus cook it for me
dollar bill, told me buy a gun, sometimes you gots to k!ll
see the barrel, put it in your mouth, n~gga, i could nell
i crack your f~ckin’ head like i crack a lobster tail
see the white meat, just chill ’cause blood’s about to spill
k~o, twin, made that, what’s poppin’, blazin’ bill
john doe, d.o., shally o, you know, castle hill
soundview, fox street, highbridge, n~gga, we pop heat
my name ring bells from fordham road to them swat meets
i’m compin’, my n~ggas blooded out, excuse me bumpin’
y’all n~ggas is f~ggots, y’all gay, we call y’all marvin
bang bang boogie run the bronx, y’all n~ggas joggin’
i keep a .45 that’ll knock off your noggin’, motherf~cker
[interlude: hocus 45th]
yeah, s, them things just got flew in, ya heard?
we good, n~gga
[verse 3: hocus 45th]
the drought is over so now we got grams of fire
we baggin’ up for so long that my hands is tired
i don’t deal with middlemen ’cause they some d~mn good liars
so don’t tell me you got it if you can’t supply it
so if i cop it, better be that fire you got, fam
’cause if he play with my bread, i silence that man
three hundred brolic, you lyin’, you fat, fam
i’m official, i say what i want, i don’t care
so what if he don’t like your son
i mean, a real bronx n~gga never bite his tongue
yeah, n~ggas like to put up a front until i pull up and front
the n~gga block, pull a trigger and dump
i bet his n~ggas’ll run ’cause i done did it
aired out the strip, hit n~ggas off they pivot
y’all talk about it but hoc’ really live it
you p~ssy if you was on an island, you’d be with it
[verse 4: mysonne]
n~gga, i don’t wanna talk, if you want it then it’s all yours
you know like uno, we draw fours
i had ’em boys puttin’ chores with them saw doors
poppin’ out, while they hoppin’ out with them four doors
all noise seats, n~ggas got silencers
i show n~ggas what beef slash violence is
ask a n~gga in the streets who your highness is
seven in the beast, so it’s time i remind these kids
you n~ggas beefin’ for play~play, i spray~spray
i have you gays like mayday, mayday
you n~ggas sweet like ladies and they say
i f~ck b~tches like ray j, baby
we bebe’s kids, we a~day’s kids
we is who these lame n~ggas say they is
we say names, we don’t play games, kids
my n~gga spray it like manny’s kid when the war’s on
we don’t stop till we all gone
until the cops take us all away like cal gone
y’all wrong, this ain’t no team
it ain’t a movement, this a machine
[verse 5: cuban link]
yo, it’s the bang bang boogie, the gang bang goonies
i’m mister cuban link the chain gang bully
he know the thang~thang’s fully
don’t make me put it at the champion hoodie
your man’s p~ssy, he don’t want it with us
that’s a topic he don’t wanna discuss
and ever since fifth was biggin’ us up
now all them neutral motherf~ckers wanna get on the bus
i’m in the cut like iodine, watchin’ for the hindsight
first n~gga idol lines, gettin’ left for god to find
’cause when it’s our time, n~gga, i’ma find mine
run up in your crib, turn your sh~t up into collar bine
we on the grind, tryin’ to get on the road to the riches
this is our time, ain’t no room for the cowards or snitches
we out to shine, get the money, the power, the b~tches
f~ck the critics, tell the press to start taking the pictures
[outro: lord tariq]
roll wit’ us or get rolled over
just don’t act like a n~gga never told ya
military mind state, we motherf~ckin’ soldiers
f~ck it, at ease, more of these n~ggas, it’s over
roll wit’ us or get rolled over
just don’t act like a n~gga never told ya
military mind state, we motherf~ckin’ soldiers
f~ck it, at ease, more of these n~ggas, it’s over
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