Bang Bang - Masta Ace, Cormega, BEEJ GORDY BROOKS

Stick 'em up, bang bang, everybody gang bang

East Coast, West Coast, South, doing the same thang

Give it up, put it down, turn around, on the ground

Mama ain’t no safe place to hang man

Stick 'em up, bang bang, everybody gang bang

East Coast, West Coast, North, doing the same thang

Give it up, put it down, turn around, on the ground

Yves Saint-Laurent frames, give me your chain man

The bus stopped over there, near Vanderveer

A bad block and the whole flock was standing there

On the corner, hanging like a chandelier

A bunch of lions and we felt like a band of deer

With no antlers, bunch of sitting ducks

Everyday after school somebody getting stuck

And it always cause sort of a fuss

Then they ran across the street and they boarded the bus

A pack of wolves, pack of tools we hopefully won’t have to use

But will if needed to, we a distinguished group of schemers

All we want is a chain or two, if you got the latest Gucc

You already know what we came to do

Dude hiding his Ewings, we ain’t into taking shoes

All lies, you will be alright, just obey the rules

Stay down or lay down, just relax

And take off the butter leather or I melt you, facts

Stick 'em up, bang bang, everybody gang bang

East Coast, West Coast, South, doing the same thang

Give it up, put it down, turn around, on the ground

ain’t no safe place to hang man

Stick 'em up, bang bang, everybody gang bang

East Coast, West Coast, North, doing the same thang

Give it up, put it down, turn around, on the ground

Yves Saint-Laurent frames, give me your chain man

In these days got to watch your back

Cause you never can tell how some people act

This world is so cold, seems the love is all gone

You wanna let go but you got to hold on

Ghetto life plaques, police is on attack

No metal where you going, no metal where you at

This world is so cold got to keep the steel close

Cause you never really know when you let the shots go

Dude with the Cazal’s on, take those and the frown off

Your face right now pa

You wanna look hardcore, I’mma show you the opposite

You are soft, like the quiet storm

I make it rain with the firearm

Will make you Sweat like Keith, pleading inside a song

Will Make It Last Forever like Right and a Wrong Way

Maybe if you cry to moms, she’ll console you and even buy you more

All I know is what I got I ain’t giving up

So they can sell it, get the money and live it up

In my right coat pocket got a starter pistol

And I’mma pull it on everybody who got an issue

But I hope it don’t come to that

This ain’t the Olympics and I ain’t into running track

But I don’t have to play Carl Lewis

Cause they decide to Rob Saul cuz Saul jewish

In these days got to watch your back

Cause you never can tell how some people act

This world is so cold, seems the love is all gone

You wanna let go but you got to hold on

Ghetto life plaques, police is on attack

No metal where you going, no metal where you at

This world is so cold got to keep the steel close

Cause you never really know when you let the shots go

Stick 'em up, bang bang, everybody gang bang

East Coast, West Coast, South, doing the same thang

Give it up, put it down, turn around, on the ground

ain’t no safe place to hang man

Stick 'em up, bang bang, everybody gang bang

East Coast, West Coast, North, doing the same thang

Give it up, put it down, turn around, on the ground

Yves Saint-Laurent frames, give me your chain man