Bang-shyne

Album by: Shyne Artist by: Shyne [verse 1] I done f**ked *the baddest b**ches* ask trina Give her coke to stuff between her, said she loved my demeanor Felonies and misdemeanors, Im villified I just, rap on the side, black mafia ties Prolific words, I speak for the unheard Niggas who love guns, money, girls, and furs Sittin up in the mans, runnin sh*t On the phone moving bricks, orderin hits Perfected the game, diamond infested the chain Niggas think I change I just wanna watch em change Livin the american dream Drugs, violence, sex, and loaded magazines Thats all I could talk about in these sixteen Cuz thats all I live, ask tibs It is what is, either graveyards or consecutive life bids, sh*t Chorus 4x: Niggas wanna bang, we could bang Niggas wanna slang, we could slang [verse 2] Niggas wanna bang we could bang out Til the clips done, or your vital arteries hang out Ham a cot, bad boy, the black camelot Raise the price and connect the dots Through lifes journies, all I need is a couple of mack mils A couple of mils and good attorneys Skatin on big blades, goin out in a blaze in my last days Ill probably die with a bad drug trade or an overdose Without tellin my moms, sorry it was close My wife and my b**ch fightin over my notes All my niggas skied north makin a toast Til hell, just gimme bad b**ches in channel Connects wit, chinese cartels and that new sl And the judge thats gon set my bail Chorus [verse 3] Im on top of this sh*t, look at the wrists Too much rocks in this sh*t, aint that a b**ch Make hits, til my last breath With that ni**a, the p u double f So lay back in the cut motherf**ker fore you get shot I kill niggas on the spot like a cop I did it all four seasons suites to a cot Give b**ches nothing but breathmints and this cock Call me what, theres a way to eat And all we got is sports, entertainment or the streets Im in deep, think of citibank when I sleep Ching, ching like I was from shaolin Brooklyn ni**a what you say, keep stylin My air force ones you couldnt walk a mile in I love politics, narcotics, and violins Bad boy forever, we move in silence Chorus