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shyne - bang lyrics

i done f-cked, ‘the baddest b-tches’, ask trina
give her c-ke to stuff between her, said she loved my demeanor
felonies and misdemeanors, i’m villified
i just, rap on the side, black mafia ties

prolific words, i speak for the unheard
n-gg-s who love guns, money, girls and furs
sittin’ up in the mans’, runnin’ sh-t
on the phone moving bricks, orderin’ hits

perfected the game, diamond infested the chain
n-gg-s think i change, i’m just tryin’ to watch ’em change
livin’ the american dream
drugs, violence, s-x and loaded magazines

that’s all i could talk about in these sixteen
‘cuz that’s all i live, ask tibs
it is what is, either graveyards or consecutive life bids, sh-t

n-gg-s wanna bang, we could bang
n-gg-s wanna slang, we could slang
n-gg-s wanna bang, we could bang
n-gg-s wanna slang, we could slang

n-gg-s wanna bang, we could bang
n-gg-s wanna slang, we could slang
n-gg-s wanna bang, we could bang
n-gg-s wanna slang, we could slang

n-gg-s wanna bang, we could bang out
til the clip’s done or your vital arteries hang out
ham a cot, bad boy, the black camelot
raise the price and connect the dots

through life’s journeys, all i need is a couple of mack mils
a couple of mils and good attorneys
skatin’ on big blades, goin’ out in a blaze in my last days
i’ll probably die with a bad drug trade or an overdose

without tellin’ my moms, sorry it was close
my wife and my b-tch, fightin’ over my notes
all my n-gg-s skied north, makin’ a toast
’til h-ll, just gimme bad b-tches in channel

connects wit, chinese cartels and that new sl
and the judge that’s gon’ set my bail

n-gg-s wanna bang, we could bang
n-gg-s wanna slang, we could slang
n-gg-s wanna bang, we could bang
n-gg-s wanna slang, we could slang

n-gg-s wanna bang, we could bang
n-gg-s wanna slang, we could slang
n-gg-s wanna bang, we could bang
n-gg-s wanna slang, we could slang

i’m on top of this sh-t, look at the wrists
too much rocks in this sh-t, ain’t that a b-tch
make hits, til my last breath
with that n-gg-, the p u double f

so lay back in the cut motherf-cker ‘fore you get shot
i kill n-gg-s on the spot like a cop
i did it all four seasons, suites to a cot
give b-tches nothing but breathmints and this c-ck

call me what, there’s a way to eat
and all we got is sports, entertainment or the streets
i’m in deep, think of citibank, when i sleep
ching, ching, like i was from shaolin

brooklyn n-gg-, what you say, keep stylin’
my air force ones, you couldn’t walk a mile in
i love politics, narcotics and violins
bad boy forever, we move in silence

n-gg-s wanna bang, we could bang
n-gg-s wanna slang, we could slang
n-gg-s wanna bang, we could bang
n-gg-s wanna slang, we could slang

n-gg-s wanna bang, we could bang
n-gg-s wanna slang, we could slang
n-gg-s wanna bang, we could bang
n-gg-s wanna slang, we could slang

n-gg-s wanna bang, we could bang
n-gg-s wanna slang, we could slang
n-gg-s wanna bang, we could bang
n-gg-s wanna slang, we could slang

n-gg-s wanna bang, we could bang
n-gg-s wanna slang, we could slang
n-gg-s wanna bang, we could bang
n-gg-s wanna slang, we could slang

- shyne

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