Bang boom bang A bullet into the brain Singing supersonic speed again Another Bang boom bang What a beautiful blame Got a pain killing drug in my veins
at ???m again. I know niggas that??? in the pen, and figgas for you and them. Evil creepinon my people. Chances are slim. Be married to the music. Boom
, return to sender Please surrender Bang, a boom-a-boomerang Dum-be-dum-dum be-dum-be-dum-dum Oh bang, a boom-a-boomerang is love A boom-a-boomerang
you, return to sender Please surrender Bang, a boom-a-boomerang Dum-be-dum-dum be-dum-be-dum-dum Oh bang, a boom-a-boomerang is love A boom-a-boomerang
Kaze in this motherfuck down with Prophet click Clack, boom, doom, for you hats and you realas Mossberg slug to your grill you can feel this Trigger happy
ears and all these graces It's my mistake, I make it J-dub to the boom now make it Bounce-wiggle, bounce-wiggle Shakin' all them bangs out Chemical
street but they don't play taps Or 21 gun salute, there ain't cahoots My name ain't Alex Haley but I still got roots I bang, bang, bang to the air,
think I don't know the time Well it's half-past a cow's ass and I'm a real bad ass Yeah, shitty-bang-boom-bang, yo who rang? Abra-cadabra, jimminy crickets
Johnny Everything When he wants to be a fireman it's clang clang clang As a fire engine raise around the floor Ebveryone wants to be a cowboy then it's bang bang bang
God damnit Out in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planet They never fake it just slam it Out in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet Crash boom bang I used to hang at
' in! I'll come in from this side." (Go on) GUNS. *bang* *bang* *bang* GUNS. *bang* *bang* *bang* ..... GUNS. GUNS. GUNS. GUNS. GUNS....... *BANG* "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
banger and I don't buck buck If niggas get to shootin', I'm the nigga that duck I don't smoke indo, that's all because I'm more than happy wit my contact
Yo, here he comes down the road a black Maserati What up Raheem? He never fought unless necessary You shot at, he shot back the whole block felt the bang
hoppin out My feary side, where we ride And we all fly high in the Leer G5's So, twist ya fingers up and bang, mufucka bang! Get ya money up, this cane
on the street but they don't play taps or 21 gun salute, there ain't cahoots My name ain't Alex Haley but I still got roots I bang bang bang to the air
