G-Unit, Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent - Bang Bang lyrics

Yeah g-Unit, nigga 50 Cent you
Heard me irv, homie
I can't believe you let that nigga talk
You fat
Cupcake-eating motherfucker i fuck you up
Nigga fucking punk-ass niggas
Don't nobody respect you, nigga
You 'preme son
Nigga motherfuckers been getting
Extorted since day one it's all
Kind of bitch in you
Chinese spanish black white

I got X, meth and slabs and cocaine
So the Feds want to search us
Like Arabs boarding a plane
I'm in the Range switching lanes
Reminiscing on cans of sardines

And car dreams i'll burn an unfamiliar bun
Got a shotgun like Elmer Fudd
Gotta let off and leave you in hella blood
Mom hip to the game
Two ice chips in the chain
A few nights skipped on the plane
With two white chicks getting brain

Bang bang from big heaters
Hundred dollar sneakers
Two-seaters, two meters

And a bundle of haze
It's enough to last fourteen days
Eat where they sell lobster
My eyes planning like Pharrel's partner

Nigga, respect me like your father
When it come to drama
I put the llama to your mama
And beat her like a piñata

Nigga, I've been hotter since '97
You've been begging the fifth cake
Like a kung-fu legend
One blue seven, what's popping, nigga?

Different day, same shit

Well, what you copping, nigga?

X case, more bricks

Shit, you wind up dead-sleeping
So why turn soft? Straight bullets'll burn a
Nigga sideburns off

I got a model with a sick ass
Bagged her on Fifth Ave
I fucked her all for a hot
Dog and a playoff Knicks pass

Now we shopping in the malls
On the West Coast and as far as pussy

I've been through more walls than asbestos

So let's toast and have a sex on the beach
These niggas quoting my lines like
I'm Martin Luther King speech

Remember Patrice? She looked like Kelis
Met her in club and caught
Her eyeing my piece

And with all the birds at the show
I had to go and fuck the crazy hoe
Call on Hot 97 'cause she
Know I'm on the radio crazy bitch

Yeah ja, you little
Stuart Little-looking motherfucker i
Catch you I'll break your motherfucking neck
Nigga you only weigh 110 pounds you
Little faggot! I know the stylist
You been fucking too, nigga
I paid the fifty thousand! Check
My album out, nigga
February 11th you gon' hear him
Talk, you little bitch tried to
Jump on us like it
Was a promotional stunt, Seven days
Before your album drop, huh? You little
Bitch order of protection from who? From
Who I need to order
Protection from, nigga? haha, You little
K oh, man you motherfuckers
Man yall' niggas is gonna make this
A lot of fun for me