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SHYNE lyrics : "Bang"

[Verse 1]
I done $#&@ed (The Baddest (*##$es) ask Trina
Give her !@%!e to stuff between her, said she loved my demeanor

Felonies and misdemeanors, I'm villified
I just, rap on the side, black mafia ties
Prolific words, I speak for the unheard

^!$$%s who love guns, money, girls, and furs
Sittin up in the mans', runnin %#@!
On the phone moving bricks, orderin hits

Perfected the game, diamond infested the chain
^!$$%s think I change I just wanna watch 'em change
Livin the American dream

Drugs, violence, sex, and loaded magazines
That's all I could talk about in these sixteen
Cuz that's all I live, ask Tibs

It is what is, either graveyards or consecutive life bids, %#@!

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^!$$%s wanna bang, we could bang
^!$$%s wanna slang, we could slang


[Verse 2]
^!$$%s wanna bang we could bang out
Til the clip's done, or your vital arteries hang out

Ham a cot, Bad Boy, the black Camelot
Raise the price and connect the dots
Through life's 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
I'll probably die with a bad drug trade or an overdose

Without tellin my moms, sorry it was close
My wife and my (*##$ fightin over my notes
All my ^!$$%s skied north makin a toast

Til hell, just gimme bad (*##$es in Channel
Connects wit, Chinese cartels and that new SL
And the judge that's gon' set my bail


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[Verse 3]
I'm on top of this %#@!, look at the wrists
Too much rocks in this %#@!, aint that a (*##$

Make hits, til my last breath
With that ^!$$%, the P U double F
So lay back in the cut mother$#&@er 'fore you get shot

I kill ^!$$%s on the spot like a cop
I did it all four seasons suites to a cot
Give (*##$es nothing but breathmints and this @@#!

Call me what, there's a way to eat
And all we got is sports, entertainment or the streets
I'm in deep, think of Citibank when I sleep

Ching, ching like I was from Shaolin
Brooklyn ^!$$% what you say, keep stylin
My air force ones you couldn't walk a mile in

I love politics, narcotics, and violins
Bad Boy forever, we move in silence


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