Bang Bang lyrics

[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
We gon' thug this sh*t out
We gon' thug this sh*t out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
We gon' thug this sh*t out
We gon' thug this sh*t out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang

[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
Now throw your sets up, n*gga
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, to sh*t on your three
I'm from Iraq, twenty minutes from Q.B
I'm M.U., so you should just let us be
Or find yourself shot up, in the hospit-ee
You'll be leakin', and throw in ya face, some hot tea
Yo it's Nore, but you can call me P-O-P
And getta dose of the dope, but don't just O.D
Only white girl I'll f*ck is Pamela Lee
And I'm gangsta, so some n*ggas call me G
Melvin Flynt, hustling was born in me
So yo, b*tch, come and do a porn with me
Or come to North Carolina and perform with me
[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
We gon' thug this sh*t out
We gon' thug this sh*t out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
We gon' thug this sh*t out
We gon' thug this sh*t out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang

[Verse 2: Capone]
Yo, yo, yo
I'ma take it back to when I used to pop pist-als
Sling crystal, gamble on the block with pits out
Kept my work in my b*tch house, right in the closet
I won't front, I'll bring the drama, n*gga, right to the projects
When it's cold, I remain the hottest
I bring the thug n*ggas, you bougie?
I'll leave blood, all on your Pradas
n*ggas' lifestyles deserve Oscars, you so funny
Claim you kingpin – and ain't even f*ckin' wit ho money
I'm gangsta, to the jail wounds, check my records
I keep the stash, grip of armor, where I select my weapons
This young mindstate crime infested, I'ma get straight to the message
I spit records, and I rep my necklace
Do the door want beef? Right where the steps is
I walk the hood, n*ggas pay homage 'cause of my essence
It ain't nothing, I catch any charge, get out on bail
f*ck records, this sh*t was platinum when it touched the reel, muthaf*cka
[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
We gon' thug this sh*t out
We gon' thug this sh*t out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
We gon' thug this sh*t out
We gon' thug this sh*t out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang

[Verse 3: Foxy Brown]
Hot damn, ho, here we go again
Pop sh*t like a c*ck, light weight as your rocks, b*tch
Ya talk slick, f*ck is all that sneak sh*t?
You and Diddy, y'all kill me with that subliminal sh*t
b*tch, why's you frontin' and kickin' that street sh*t?
Please, impress me, go back to that freak sh*t
While your broke-ass was guzzlin' nuts and sh*t
I was choppin' the weight, sneakin' O-Z's and sh*t
A decoy b*tch, like the Feds lie in you
Ain't you supposed to have a little bit of Bed-Stuy in you?
Brooklyn don't raise hoes, just slip, and graze hoes
What, b*tch? You're soft and you pus*y, name hoes
So f*ck ya n*ggas too, them n*ggas can get it too
Them faggots act more b*tch than you
Let the n*gga rest in peace, and hop off his di*k, b*tch, do you
And y'all hoes is like "f*ck Fox," well, screw y'all too
Let's be truthful, give a f*ck if ya album pushed back
And when it hit the streets, b*tch, you're still weak
You still sound lame and my name still reign
And I still pop them thing things, and bang bang, b*tch
Rep for ya hood – Brooklyn, QB Queensbridge, Iraq...
[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
We gon' thug this sh*t out
We gon' thug this sh*t out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
We gon' thug this sh*t out
We gon' thug this sh*t out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang