Bang Bang lyrics

[Intro: T-Streets]
Yeah, soo-woo
Young Money duct tape boys in the building
Surtified gangstas
Blao
It's official
Huh
Believe that
Bang bang

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
I'm Young Money, I'ma rep to the death, n*gga
I size up n*ggas, then sidestep n*ggas
We getting money, boy, what are you about?
When it's hammer time, we bring the toolies out
Pop pop, knock off your snot box
Then slide off your block, peel off in the drop box
I stir, so ill that I walk with a bop, I slur
All my words 'cause I mixed the soda pop with syrup
You nerds got the nerve to try to stop this hurr
So sick I need a shot, a doctor or cure
Or a vaccine, this is a stampede
Young Money get it jumping like a trampoline
I'm Gudda Gudda hoe, cold like Buffalo
Hand on my di*k, I pull it out, then straight stuff a hoe
Then I f*ck her slow, Chucks on, but f*ck it though
Pull my pants up and hit the door and straight duck a hoe
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda and T-Streets]
It's bang bang n*gga, it's bang bang n*gga
It's Young Money, we rep the same gang n*gga
It's bang bang n*gga, it's bang bang n*gga
It's T-Streets, we rep the same gang n*gga
Bang bang n*gga, bang bang n*gga
Gudda Gudda, we rep the same gang n*gga
Bang bang n*gga, bang bang n*gga
Young Money, we rep the same gang n*gga

[Verse 2: T-Streets]
They say, "Streets, you think you bulletproof"
You f*ckin right, n*gga that's what I'm gon' do to you
I ain't gon' fold homie, put that on my firstborn
Keep something that'll make your ass brainstorm
My gun of choice is the Glock of course
Peanut butter seats, with the droptop it's toast
On my side I got a Glock, when I ride
Rest in peace 2Pac, bust one in the sky, yeah
T-Streets got bullets that heat seak
Make my goons sit on your block for three weeks
This is Young Money, b*tch you gotta deal with it
This is our world, you just live in it
You know I do it for the east hoe
The beam make the shot easy like a free throw
I say I do it for the east hoe
The beam make the shot easy like a free throw
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda and T-Streets]
It's bang bang n*gga, it's bang bang n*gga
It's Young Money, we rep the same gang n*gga
It's bang bang n*gga, it's bang bang n*gga
It's T-Streets, we rep the same gang n*gga
Bang bang n*gga, bang bang n*gga
Gudda Gudda, we rep the same gang n*gga
Bang bang n*gga, bang bang n*gga
Young Money, we rep the same gang n*gga

[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda and T-Streets]
Run up on me, get a two-piece dinner box
Young Gudda flow hard like cinder blocks
Bang bang and I'm sticking to the script n*gga
I'm in that water, pus*y n*ggas jump ship, n*gga
Automatic guns fold up and clip n*ggas
Big paper, money swole up, rich n*ggas
It's Young Money, put your hoes up, b*tch n*ggas
Nervous motherf*ckers shaking like a thick stripper
Big chain, sh*t shining like the big dipper
Not from Cali, but I keep the 45 clipper
True hustler, real n*gga like Guy Fisher
YMCMB mob, n*gga
If I don't bubble on the double, I'ma rob n*ggas
These lame n*ggas not seeing me, why n*gga?
The takeover, the break's over, n*gga
Hard MC's, Streets, J Gudda, n*gga
[Chorus: Gudda Gudda and T-Streets]
It's bang bang n*gga, it's bang bang n*gga
It's Young Money, we rep the same gang n*gga
It's bang bang n*gga, it's bang bang n*gga
It's T-Streets, we rep the same gang n*gga
Bang bang n*gga, bang bang n*gga
Gudda Gudda, we rep the same gang n*gga
Bang bang n*gga, bang bang n*gga
Young Money, we rep the same gang n*gga