realidad?y tu? ESTRIBILLO Bang, bang, bang No juegues a matar Bang, bang, bang Te pagaran igual Bang, bang, bang Si tu quieres ver mas alla Bang, bang, bang
Let me holla at Atlantic Records real quick Management Inc. Jean, what up! Marsha I see you D, you thought I forgot you nigga? Yea, look at baby bang bang
free, listen Blow trees with mac mittens (No we didn't) Yes we did (Switch beginnings) Smith and Wesson precision Bring the broads down with ribbons (Leave a mess in your crib) Not
the shit that I be spittin' son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got about fifty guns and I love all of 'em the same, bang bang!
pavement Condo paid for, no car payment At my arraignment, note for the plaintiff Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement Face it, not guilty,
Some, kids feeling guilty 'bout the But you first baby girl so just face it But anyway, back on the real side of things My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings Not
keep fuckin' up then we'll fuck her friends (Bitch) I said I dip, dive, what can I say? Niggaz need to stop fuckin' with O.J. Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang
From the lunatic, I'm death like arsenic When I kick a wicked raps, Dr. Dre will hit the scratch With treachery, my literary form will blast And totally surpass the norm, not
verdict and the jury, 'Not guilty' I'm on bail, got that weight for sale Strawberries and blueberries all on a *** tail I'm on bail, bet not 'nare *** tell Bet not
I am going to play for you our first tune tonight it s going to be about four tunes And the first tune, here it goes 1, 2, 3 [Chiddy Bang-Verse 1] Now
m both, I'm in your driveway With gauge in the fog, ain't shit sweet about A nigga from New York Accept the not guilty verdict That you hear in the court Bang
his spouse is homicital 'cause ya wife blew my brains Like a rifle bang, right through my cranium Who's blamin' em, who fall back like the hemron stadium It's not
disclaimer just a rhymer, no credentials from a school In my Fall of Rome jeans, my Head Porter wallet My Neighborhood shirt and my Eddie Cheng clock Shit might not
, most violent My killers always move in silence Put 'dro in a blunt, twist it up Put fo' in ya gut, twist you up You ain't heard, not guilty's the verdict
shit that I be spittin' son Hit and run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got about fifty guns, and I love all of em the same bang, bang! Damn
not for him. He's got his fodder! In higher places, clocks chime for the meeting of the lords. They stay discreet as guilty secrets cause no shame behind
smoke with my dogs, I drink with my dogs I roll with my dogs, my No Limit dogs [Master P] Most of y'all niggaz want dogs to guard 'em C-Murder not guilty
