Bang Bang
Bang bang goes the gun clapper
He's a thug rapper
But his bullets mean nothing I run faster
Bang bang goes the judges gavel
As your life unravels
You should've moved right
I showed y'all the arrow
Bang bang goes my street banger
I'm the deal cracker
Starting to feel like Pun's back
The dream shattered
I'm about to cop a crib
Bigger than the one Bush lives in
Try and stop this kid
See what good it did
Not Pac or Big but I make rap sound good again
I'm sitting on top
The cash is my cushioning
I'm pushing it like I'm Salt and Pepa
Folding up my dough stacks look like socks in a dresser
I'm fucking with these kids
But I'm not the molester
But I'll reverse the Ferrari like Rossa the Testa
Most of the best of these emcees is not impressive
Bunch of wanna be thug rappers and sharp dressers
R&B bitches ass hang out from dark dresses
Fuck Air Jordans
Wanna get a pair of Meadowlark Lemons
Fell from dark heavens landed in a bright hell
Four mil advance
Four or five what I might sell
I can't stand still
Sort of like a windmill
Still the realest rapper out of Philadel without a deal
Bang bang goes the gun clapper
He's a thug rapper
But his bullets mean nothing I run faster
Bang bang goes the judges gavel
As your life unravels
You should've moved right
I showed y'all the arrow
Bang bang goes my street banger
I'm the deal cracker
Starting to feel like Pun's back
The dream shattered
Yo I'm never going to stop
Without the fortune and fame
I ain't felt a damn thing
I've been recording my pain
And I make you feel like
The first time you snorted caine
While I'm outside dry
Walking in pouring rain
And they making it
Getting dough
Blaze a O in the Range
And they hating it
Because I did it without soda on the range
Let's face it
It's still dope
It'll blow your brain
I laced it
Off one toke forever know my name
King David the greatest
To write on pages
In the stage light
Sight of a raven
Recite phrases through this mic
Blaze the white widow
Right middle finger raised
Typing blogs on myspace dot com
An Icon I'll die faceless
Basically the best to do it
Done it or did it
I'm hot off the top
The top spot in written
But I wasted time
Like a clock not ticking
Now I'm here
Realize that's a bomb that's ticking
Bang
He's a thug rapper
But his bullets mean nothing I run faster
Bang bang goes the judges gavel
As your life unravels
You should've moved right
I showed y'all the arrow
Bang bang goes my street banger
I'm the deal cracker
Starting to feel like Pun's back
The dream shattered
I'm about to cop a crib
Bigger than the one Bush lives in
Try and stop this kid
See what good it did
Not Pac or Big but I make rap sound good again
I'm sitting on top
The cash is my cushioning
I'm pushing it like I'm Salt and Pepa
Folding up my dough stacks look like socks in a dresser
I'm fucking with these kids
But I'm not the molester
But I'll reverse the Ferrari like Rossa the Testa
Most of the best of these emcees is not impressive
Bunch of wanna be thug rappers and sharp dressers
R&B bitches ass hang out from dark dresses
Fuck Air Jordans
Wanna get a pair of Meadowlark Lemons
Fell from dark heavens landed in a bright hell
Four mil advance
Four or five what I might sell
I can't stand still
Sort of like a windmill
Still the realest rapper out of Philadel without a deal
Bang bang goes the gun clapper
He's a thug rapper
But his bullets mean nothing I run faster
Bang bang goes the judges gavel
As your life unravels
You should've moved right
I showed y'all the arrow
Bang bang goes my street banger
I'm the deal cracker
Starting to feel like Pun's back
The dream shattered
Yo I'm never going to stop
Without the fortune and fame
I ain't felt a damn thing
I've been recording my pain
And I make you feel like
The first time you snorted caine
While I'm outside dry
Walking in pouring rain
And they making it
Getting dough
Blaze a O in the Range
And they hating it
Because I did it without soda on the range
Let's face it
It's still dope
It'll blow your brain
I laced it
Off one toke forever know my name
King David the greatest
To write on pages
In the stage light
Sight of a raven
Recite phrases through this mic
Blaze the white widow
Right middle finger raised
Typing blogs on myspace dot com
An Icon I'll die faceless
Basically the best to do it
Done it or did it
I'm hot off the top
The top spot in written
But I wasted time
Like a clock not ticking
Now I'm here
Realize that's a bomb that's ticking
Bang
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Writer(s): David Connelly
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