Текст песни: Young Buck - Bang Bang
{samples are from "Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)" - Nancy Sinatra}
{"Bang bang, I shot you down bang bang"}
{"You hit the ground, bang bang"}
{"That awful sound - bang bang"}
{"I used to shoot you down"}
[Young Buck]
Don`t nobody wanna die, but e`rybody wanna ball
Somebody gotta go when them killers call (dang)
You know it`s in us all, you just gotta find it and use it
You can get away with it, if you don`t abuse it - the streets talk
Now be smart cause that heat comin
And if they know that you did it you betta keep runnin (run nigga!)
I think I see sum`n, there go my enemy
Only Lord knows what this nigga fin` to be
Ten a ki` still the price, this is real - if you`re lucky
might give it to you for five, depend on if I took it
Nigga anything go, my shop never close
From the nickels and the dime to the whole KILO
The real niggaz feel me, the haters wanna kill me
But I`m holdin down my city, me and this nine milli`
Why you throwin bricks and hidin your head, homey I know where you hang
Ain`t no thang for me to walk up, and let that chopper go
[Chorus]
{"Bang bang, I shot you down"}
{"Bang bang, you hit the ground"} Now all the gangstas pray
Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me {"Bang bang"}
Somebody out there gotta feel me {"I shot you down"}
Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me {"Bang bang"}
Somebody out there gotta feel me {"That awful sound"}
[Young Buck]
Just think if I ain`t empty the clip and he killed me
Would I still be livin, would my homeboys miss me?
How many niggaz bust they gun when they have to
Don`t need no ski-mask when it`s time to get at you
I`m glad you didn`t see what it looked like when we left
Brain fragments for shotgun blastin, `ll take a nigga breath
It`s death before dishonesty, dope deals and robbery
Poppa wasn`t around but that shit didn`t bother me
I`ll probably be in the penitentiary
But I`ll play the cards that the dear Lord sent to me, the whole truth
I use this booth to speak to my thug niggaz
Why you mad at me? The government`s the drug dealers (fo` sho`)
Before I let these po-lice keep harassin me
This rookie-ass cop gon` have to blast me
He asked me for identification, I looked at him and laughed
He made a move and I heard a blast, that`s what you get bitch (boom!)
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
It`s goin down around here nigga
Get your muh`fuckin head bust
The muh`fuckin street lights go out
and them real niggaz come out
All the bitch niggaz go in the house
Shit is not a game man
Don`t fuck around and lose your brain
And ay, all my real niggaz pray
[Outro]
Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me {"Bang bang"}
Somebody out there gotta feel me {"I shot you down"}
Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me {"Bang bang"}
Somebody out there gotta feel me {"You hit the ground"}
Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me {"Bang bang"}
Somebody out there gotta feel me {"I shot you down"}
Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me {"Bang bang"}
Somebody out there gotta feel me {"That awful sound"}
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{samples are from "Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)" - Nancy Sinatra}
{"Bang bang, I shot you down bang bang"}
{"You hit the ground, bang bang"}
{"That awful sound - bang bang"}
{"I used to shoot you down"}
[Young Buck]
Don`t nobody wanna die, but e`rybody wanna ball
Somebody gotta go when them killers call (dang)
You know it`s in us all, you just gotta find it and use it
You can get away with it, if you don`t abuse it - the streets talk
Now be smart cause that heat comin
And if they know that you did it you betta keep runnin (run nigga!)
I think I see sum`n, there go my enemy
Only Lord knows what this nigga fin` to be
Ten a ki` still the price, this is real - if you`re lucky
might give it to you for five, depend on if I took it
Nigga anything go, my shop never close
From the nickels and the dime to the whole KILO
The real niggaz feel me, the haters wanna kill me
But I`m holdin down my city, me and this nine milli`
Why you throwin bricks and hidin your head, homey I know where you hang
Ain`t no thang for me to walk up, and let that chopper go
[Chorus]
{"Bang bang, I shot you down"}
{"Bang bang, you hit the ground"} Now all the gangstas pray
Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me {"Bang bang"}
Somebody out there gotta feel me {"I shot you down"}
Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me {"Bang bang"}
Somebody out there gotta feel me {"That awful sound"}
[Young Buck]
Just think if I ain`t empty the clip and he killed me
Would I still be livin, would my homeboys miss me?
How many niggaz bust they gun when they have to
Don`t need no ski-mask when it`s time to get at you
I`m glad you didn`t see what it looked like when we left
Brain fragments for shotgun blastin, `ll take a nigga breath
It`s death before dishonesty, dope deals and robbery
Poppa wasn`t around but that shit didn`t bother me
I`ll probably be in the penitentiary
But I`ll play the cards that the dear Lord sent to me, the whole truth
I use this booth to speak to my thug niggaz
Why you mad at me? The government`s the drug dealers (fo` sho`)
Before I let these po-lice keep harassin me
This rookie-ass cop gon` have to blast me
He asked me for identification, I looked at him and laughed
He made a move and I heard a blast, that`s what you get bitch (boom!)
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
It`s goin down around here nigga
Get your muh`fuckin head bust
The muh`fuckin street lights go out
and them real niggaz come out
All the bitch niggaz go in the house
Shit is not a game man
Don`t fuck around and lose your brain
And ay, all my real niggaz pray
[Outro]
Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me {"Bang bang"}
Somebody out there gotta feel me {"I shot you down"}
Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me {"Bang bang"}
Somebody out there gotta feel me {"You hit the ground"}
Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me {"Bang bang"}
Somebody out there gotta feel me {"I shot you down"}
Lord forgive me but he tried to kill me {"Bang bang"}
Somebody out there gotta feel me {"That awful sound"}
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