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Bang


by Shyne. Buy album CD: Shyne


[Verse 1]
I done fucked *The Baddest Bitches* ask Trina
Give her coke 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
Niggas who love guns, money, girls, and furs
Sittin up in the mans', runnin shit
On the phone moving bricks, orderin hits
Perfected the game, diamond infested the chain
Niggas think I change I just wanna watch 'em change
Livin the American dream
Drugs, violence, sex, and loaded magazines
That's all I could talk about in these sixteen
'cause that's all I live, ask Tibs
It is what is, either graveyards or consecutive life bids, shit

CHORUS 4X:
Niggas wanna bang, we could bang
Niggas wanna slang, we could slang

[Verse 2]
Niggas 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 journies, 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 bitch fightin over my notes
All my niggas skied north makin a toast
Til hell, just gimme bad bitches in Channel
Connects wit, Chinese cartels and that new SL
And the judge that's gon' set my bail

CHORUS

[Verse 3]
I'm on top of this shit, look at the wrists
Too much rocks in this shit, aint that a bitch
Make hits, til my last breath
With that nigga, the P U double F
So lay back in the cut motherfucker 'fore you get shot
I kill niggas on the spot like a cop
I did it all four seasons suites to a cot
Give bitches nothing but breathmints and this cock
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 nigga 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

CHORUS



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Album: Shyne (2000) Lyrics
cd Buy "Shyne" CD
  1. Breathe Me
  2. Breathe Me (Four Tet Remix-US-only Bonus Track)
  3. Broken Biscuit
  4. Broken Biscuit (us-only Bonus Track)
  5. Butterflies
  6. Drink To Get Drunk
  7. Drink To Get Drunk (Different Gear Remix)
  8. Fear
  9. Gangsta prayer (interlude)
  10. Get Loose
  11. Get Me
  12. Gutter
  13. I Go To Sleep
  14. I'm Not Important To You
  15. Insidiously
  16. Judge Me
  17. Little Man
  18. Loved Me Back To Life
  19. Make It Easy
  20. Moon
  21. My Love
  22. Numb
  23. One Wish
  24. One Wish (Album Version)
  25. Pictures
  26. Questions
  27. Questions (Game Show)
  28. Sea Shells
  29. Sea Shells (us-only Bonus Track
  30. Sober And Unkissed
  31. Somedayz
  32. Step Back
  33. Sunday
  34. Taken For Granted
  35. The Bully
  36. The Church Of What's Happening Now
  37. The Pageant Of The Bizarre
  38. Unfinished Bizzness
  39. Where I Belong
  40. Woman's World
  41. Woman's World (Gurlz Stand Up)
  42. Dear america (intro)
  43. Whatcha Gonna Do?
  44. Bang
  45. Bad Boyz
  46. Let me see your hands
  47. Gangsta Prayer
  48. The life
  49. It's ok
  50. Niggas gonna die
  51. Everyday (Interlude)
  52. Bonnie & shyne
  53. The hit
  54. That's gangsta
  55. Spend some cheese
  56. Get out
  57. The Commission

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