Bang Lyrics - Shyne - Shyne

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 vilified 

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 want to 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 

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Niggas want to bang, we could bang 

Niggas want to slang, we could slang 

Niggas want to bang we could bang out 

Till 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 bitch fightin' over my notes 

All my niggas skied north makin' a toast 

Till hell, just gimme bad bitches in Channel 

Connects wit, Chinese cartels and that new S-L 

And the judge that's gon' set my bail 

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I'm on top of this shit, look at the wrists 

Too much rocks in this shit, ain't that a bitch 

Make hits, til my last breath 

With that nigga, the P you 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 breath mints 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: x4]