Bang Bang lyrics

Artist  : King Sun 
Song : Bang Bang



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(Remember when we used to play 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)		--> Stevie
Wonder



Bang-bang, buck-buck

Nigga, what what?

Fallin and you can't get up

You're stuck

Bang-bang, buck-buck

Nigga, what what?

Fallin and you can't get up	(2x)



[ VERSE 1 ]

I guess it all started when we was young

Lil' niggas runnin round with loaded
waterguns

It was sort of fun, playin cops and robbers

The kids who was cops had a pops or a father

Those who was crooks not only played the role

Had the look, used to jook they mom's
pocketbook

Later on get they ass whupped for the cash
took

And the food stamps, little crook took the last
book

Seemin at a very young age

Broke in a store, came across a 12-gauge

Showed they older brother and his friends like,
"look here"

"Yeah, it's kinda hot, good lookin" -
then they took it

Bag him, better that than have police sag him

Plus a b.n.e., cause that's two felonies

You too young, wait - a few years later

Comin to a trey-eight, six shot,
nickel-plated

Small-time stick-up's, nickel-and-dime
pick-up's

Soon as a nigga get a nine, wan' lick up

For big up's, now stick-up's ain't big enough

Lil' nigga tough, tryin to stick bigger stuff

(Bo! Bo! Bo!)



(...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)



Bang-bang, buck-buck

Nigga, what what?

Fallin and you can't get up

You're stuck

Bang-bang, buck-buck

Nigga, what what?

Fallin and you can't get up



[ VERSE 2 ]

Stick em up, nigga, what what, Mr. Big Nuts

My finger on the trigger, barrel on your gut

Nigga, freeze, like you just done sniffed a
oz.

Nobody move, not even slowly, you niggas know
me

If I bless you, mean I gotta leave you holy

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The few mackaronies, a lotta new clonies

Cold got phoney for them Grammy's and them
Tony's

That's how you know the showboats - from the
drama

I would stick em up - chill, I know his mama

Couldn't stand seein her cry at the funeral

All ready to die, sayin "Baby, what they do
to you?"

But you ain't in no position to respond

Stiff in a casket, your soul passed on

Your life flashed past your eyes too fast

Believin in true lies, hypnotized through gas

Such as... the bullet with your name on it

I touch beef with the burner, well done with the
flame on it

My projectiles will have you livin in exile

Like a stepchild, alienated like the _X
Files_



(...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)



[ VERSE 3 ]

Sawed-off shotgun, a hand on the pump

It's Jewellah, 'another wild nigga from the
Bronx'

North East section, flexin with niggas from the
Jets and

Lettin off Tecs from a Lexus

With temporary plates

I done had shoot-outs in most major cities in
every state

With heavy weights, I swing major like Deacon

Mike Jordan, bringin more than flavor to the
league and

The rootinest, tootinest, step like a boot in
this

Gun-totinest, quotin this, full of lootinest

I don't bust caps for nothin, rap for nothin

That's like tellin DeNiro, "Act for
nothin"

Crime gon' play my way, cause I don't pay

Anyway, niggas gon' make my day

The wake Friday, the funeral is the followin

Cause of death: lead-poisonin,
hollow-tip-swallowin



I remember (I remember)

When we used to play shoot em up (shoot em
up)

Bang-bang (bang-bang)

I remember (you remember)

When we used to play shoot em up (shoot em
up)

Bang-bang



(...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)



Bang-bang, buck-buck

Nigga, what what?

Fallin and you can't get up

You're stuck

Bang-bang, buck-buck

Nigga, what what?

Fallin and you can't get up