Bang, Bang

歌詞

[Stevie Wonder] (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) 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 [x2] [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 The preview is solely to be viewed by only 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