"Bang Bang" lyrics
[50 Cent:]
Yeah!
G-Unit, nigga!
50 Cent, you heard me!
Irv, I don't believe you let that nigga talk, you fat cupcake-eating motherfucker!
I fuck you up nigga!
Fuckin' punk-ass nigga!
Don't nobody respect you nigga!
You Preme's son, nigga
Mo'fuckers been gettin' extorted from day one
It's all kind of bitch in you, Chinese!
Spanish, Black, White!
[Tony Yayo:]
I got X, meth and slabs and cocaine
So the Feds want to search us like Arabs boarding a plane
I'm in the Range switching lanes
Reminiscing on cans of sardines
[Lloyd Banks:]
... and car dreams
I'll burn an unfamiliar bun
Got a shotgun like Elmer Fudd
Gotta let off and leave you in hella blood
Mom hip to the game, two ice chips in the chain
A few nights skipped on the plane
With two white chicks getting brain
[50 Cent:]
Bang bang from big heaters, hundred dollar sneakers
Two-seaters, two meters
[Lloyd Banks:]
... and a bundle of haze
It's enough to last fourteen days
Eat where they sell lobster
My eyes planning like Pharrel's partner
[Tony Yayo:]
Nigga, respect me like your father when it come to drama
I put the llama to your mama and beat her like a piñata
[50 Cent:]
Nigga, I've been hotter since '97
You've been begging the fifth cake like a kung-fu legend
One blue seven, what's popping, nigga?
[Tony Yayo:]
Different day, same shit
[Lloyd Banks:]
Well, what you copping, nigga?
[Tony Yayo:]
X case, more bricks
[Lloyd Banks:]
Shit, you wind up dead-sleeping, so why turn soft?
Straight bullets'll burn a nigga sideburns off
[Tony Yayo:]
I got a model with a sick ass
Bagged her on Fifth Ave
I fucked her all for a hot dog and a playoff Knicks pass
[50 Cent:]
Now we shopping in the malls on the West Coast
And as far as pussy
[Lloyd Banks:]
I've been through more walls than asbestos
[Tony Yayo:]
So let's toast and have a sex on the beach
These niggas quoting my lines like I'm Martin Luther King speech
[50 Cent:]
Remember Patrice? She looked like Kelis
Met her in club Exit, caught her eyein' my piece
[Lloyd Banks:]
And with all the birds at the show
I had to go and fuck the crazy hoe
Call on Hot 97 'cause she know I'm on the radio
Ha ha, crazy bitch
[50 Cent:]
Yeah!
Ja you litele Stuart Little lookin' motherfucker!
Catch you I'll break your motherfuckin' neck nigga
You only weigh 110 pounds you little faggot!
I know the stylist you been fuckin' too, nigga, I paid him fifty thousand!
Check my album out nigga, February 11th you gon' hear him talk!
You little bitch!
Tried to jump off like it's a promotional stunt
Seven days before your album drop, huh? You little bitch!
Order of protection, from who?!
Who I need a order protection from, nigga? Ha-ha
You little k, ah man, you motherfuckers, man
Y'all niggas is gon' make this a lot of fun for me
Yeah!
G-Unit, nigga!
50 Cent, you heard me!
Irv, I don't believe you let that nigga talk, you fat cupcake-eating motherfucker!
I fuck you up nigga!
Fuckin' punk-ass nigga!
Don't nobody respect you nigga!
You Preme's son, nigga
Mo'fuckers been gettin' extorted from day one
It's all kind of bitch in you, Chinese!
Spanish, Black, White!
[Tony Yayo:]
I got X, meth and slabs and cocaine
So the Feds want to search us like Arabs boarding a plane
I'm in the Range switching lanes
Reminiscing on cans of sardines
[Lloyd Banks:]
... and car dreams
I'll burn an unfamiliar bun
Got a shotgun like Elmer Fudd
Gotta let off and leave you in hella blood
Mom hip to the game, two ice chips in the chain
A few nights skipped on the plane
With two white chicks getting brain
[50 Cent:]
Bang bang from big heaters, hundred dollar sneakers
Two-seaters, two meters
[Lloyd Banks:]
... and a bundle of haze
It's enough to last fourteen days
Eat where they sell lobster
My eyes planning like Pharrel's partner
[Tony Yayo:]
Nigga, respect me like your father when it come to drama
I put the llama to your mama and beat her like a piñata
[50 Cent:]
Nigga, I've been hotter since '97
You've been begging the fifth cake like a kung-fu legend
One blue seven, what's popping, nigga?
[Tony Yayo:]
Different day, same shit
[Lloyd Banks:]
Well, what you copping, nigga?
[Tony Yayo:]
X case, more bricks
[Lloyd Banks:]
Shit, you wind up dead-sleeping, so why turn soft?
Straight bullets'll burn a nigga sideburns off
[Tony Yayo:]
I got a model with a sick ass
Bagged her on Fifth Ave
I fucked her all for a hot dog and a playoff Knicks pass
[50 Cent:]
Now we shopping in the malls on the West Coast
And as far as pussy
[Lloyd Banks:]
I've been through more walls than asbestos
[Tony Yayo:]
So let's toast and have a sex on the beach
These niggas quoting my lines like I'm Martin Luther King speech
[50 Cent:]
Remember Patrice? She looked like Kelis
Met her in club Exit, caught her eyein' my piece
[Lloyd Banks:]
And with all the birds at the show
I had to go and fuck the crazy hoe
Call on Hot 97 'cause she know I'm on the radio
Ha ha, crazy bitch
[50 Cent:]
Yeah!
Ja you litele Stuart Little lookin' motherfucker!
Catch you I'll break your motherfuckin' neck nigga
You only weigh 110 pounds you little faggot!
I know the stylist you been fuckin' too, nigga, I paid him fifty thousand!
Check my album out nigga, February 11th you gon' hear him talk!
You little bitch!
Tried to jump off like it's a promotional stunt
Seven days before your album drop, huh? You little bitch!
Order of protection, from who?!
Who I need a order protection from, nigga? Ha-ha
You little k, ah man, you motherfuckers, man
Y'all niggas is gon' make this a lot of fun for me
