Bang Bang

This fuckin' weed is good, homes, fuck You know the first time I fuckin' blazed up here I was listenin' to those vatos Cypress Hill You ever heard of them, homes? Yeah, I heard of them, they fuckin' suck Are you fuckin' stupid, eh? What the fuck are you talking about? Those vatos are feeding me, homes You're a fuckin' hater, eh Those vatos will shoot you, homes (shut up) Shot dead Shot dead Shot dead Shot dead (bang, bang) Shot dead (bang, bang) Shot dead (bang, bang) Shot dead (bang, bang) Shot dead This is for all those haters and imitators Take your medicine; you won't like the flavor The taste ain't sweet; we lace that beat Never forget how we play in the street Never forget what you say in the street If you talk too loud, get laid with the heat We want that cake and, Jay, you can't stop us Out the gate we take those dollars Get a crew while we doin' some real shit Me and the Dog steady pushin' the Hill shit We flip scripts like dough boys flip bricks Get money like lottery quick picks We sick wit' it and, homey, I'm quick-witted Still in the game, insane, we still spit it Top level, livin' like a rebel Settle down, bitch, or we spit that metal Remember when you motherfuckers (shot dead) Tried to take what's mine (shot dead) Niggas left me for dead (shot dead) But I'll never forget it (shot dead) (bang, bang) Payback (shot dead) (bang, bang) Payback (shot dead) (bang, bang) Payback (shot dead) (bang, bang) Payback (shot dead) (bang-) I came up in the game, do my thing for the paper Never gonna change, biggie-bang on them haters They used to gang bang on the corners where I came up Dropped insane, now the world's been deflated I remember when you niggas used to front on me Everywhere I'd ride, I kept a gun on me I only used to listen to my one ol' G He said get money, but stay low-key So it's the payback 'cause I pay it in the back Whole world get high when I say it on a track And I stay with a got, I'm never gonna slip Quick to hit him up if you ever wanna trip All it takes is a hit and you never gon' forget When you smoke on the Hill with the kill that we twist Fuck a shot, we drinkin' a whole fifth Then I ride 'em over killers, you know we don't miss Remember when you motherfuckers (shot dead) Tried to take what's mine (shot dead) Niggas left me for dead (shot dead) But I'll never forget it (shot dead) (bang, bang) Payback (shot dead) (bang, bang) Payback (shot dead) (bang, bang) Payback (shot dead) (bang, bang) Payback (shot dead) Shot dead Shot dead Shot dead Shot dead (bang, bang) Shot dead (bang, bang) Shot dead (bang, bang) Shot dead (bang, bang) Shot dead Shot dead Shot dead Shot dead Shot dead (bang, bang) Shot dead (bang, bang) Shot dead (bang, bang) Shot dead (bang, bang) Shot dead