Capone-N-Noreaga, Foxy Brown - Bang, Bang lyrics

We gonna thug this shit out
We gonna thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang

And throw your sets up nigga
Gang bang, bang bang
We keep long gats and big chains
I don't like having sex, I like brains
And smoke some blend fams with
Five in the range and it's, nuthin for me
And shit on your three
I'm from Iraq, twenty minutes from QB
I'm MU, so you should just let us be
Or find yourself shot up, in the hospit-ee
You be leakin, and Dole in ya face
Some hot tea
Yo it's Nore, but you can call me POP
And getta dose of the dope, but don't just OD
Only white girl I'll fuck, is Pamela Lee
And I'm gangsta, so some niggas call me G
Melvin Flynt, hustlin was born in me
So yo bitch, come and do a porn with me
Or come to North Carolina and perform with me

We gonna thug this shit out
We gonna thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang

Yo, yo, yo i'ma take it back to when
I used to pop pistals sling crystal
Gamble on the block with pit's out
Kept my work in my bitch house
Right in the closet
I won't front I'll bring the drama nigga
Right to the projects
When it's cold, I remain the hottest
I bring the thug niggas, is you bougie?
I leave blood, all on your pradas
Niggas life styles deserve Oscars
You so funny claim you kingpin - and ain't
Even fuckin wit ho money
I'm gangsta, to the jail wounds
Check my records
I keep the stash grip wit arma
Before I select my weapons
This young mind state, crime infested
I'mma get straight to the message
I spit records, and rep my necklace
Do the dog want beef? Right
Where the steps is i walk the hood
Niggas pay homage cause of my essence
It ain't nothing, I catch any charge
Get out on bail fuck records
This shit was platinum when
It touched the reel

We gon' thug this shit out
We gon' thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang

Hot damn ho, here we go again
Pop shit like a cock, +Lyte+
Weight as your +Rocks+, bitch
You talk slick, fuck is all that sneak shit?
You and Diddy, y'all kill me
With that subliminal shit, bitch
Why's you frontin and kickin
That street shit? Please, impress me
Go back to that freak shit
While your broke-ass was guzzlin'
Nuts and shit i was choppin the weights
Leak and OZs and shit
A decoy bitch, like the Feds lie in you
Ain't you supposed to have a
Little bitta Bed-Stuy in you?
Brooklyn don't raise hoes, just slip
And graze hoes what bitch? You're soft and
Your pussy name hoes so fuck ya niggas too
Them niggas can get it too
Them faggots act more bitch than you
Let the nigga rest in peace
And hop off his dick, bitch do you
And ya'll hoes is like "Fuck Fox
" well screw ya'll too let's be truthful
Give a fuck if your album pushed back
Or when it hit the streets, bitch
You're still weak
You still sound lame and my name still reign
I still pop them thing things
And bang bang, bitch, rep for ya hood

We gon' thug this shit out
We gon' thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang