All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote It's stupid how I go in knowin' everybody knowin' that I'm Sewing up the game
Well, I guess a lot of niggas do gang bang And if we run trains, we all in the same game Runaway slaves all on a chain gang Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Puff Daddy keep keepin it on Chorus Verse Three: Puff Daddy Now you can pump this in your jeep, on an off road Pump this to your blows on the way to the tow Bang
a 9 figure nigga makin' Bugs Bunny money Eons beyond bling bling So I chose to get engaged to these sweet 16's Make a name, let it bang, so beautiful
me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'm ma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game
, got to rob me a nigga Simple and plain, my man scooped me in' a hooptie Whispered in his ear "This is what we got to do, G" Got to bang a nigga and bang
coke, XO and nothin' less I'm the nigga, the B I G, I know you know the rest Suppose I was to told ya no, I ain't gon' rest I'ma bang on and make this
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk The way that we talk, cocky the state of New York Hot now, top down at the Rucker game New coupe,
down If you ain't from round here dog don't even come around Twist ya fingers up, bang motherfucker bang Throw ya hoods up, bang motherfucker bang Eastside, bang motherfucker bang Southside, bang motherfucker bang
guns And keep your stupid roses Bang, bang, bang, bang baby, Bang, bang, bang. Give me your guns And heavy metal, Don't need no posers Bang, bang, bang, bang baby, Bang, bang, bang
[CHOURS] X3 I wanna boom bang bang with your body-o We're gonna rough it up before we take it slow Girl let me rock you rock you like a rodeo (It's gonna
on, it's on It's on motherfucker and you can't turn the shit off Catch you in the streets and your ass'll get tossed Bang, bang, bang, 'cause it ain'
much, and ya better not Wrong move (Bang) Ambulance cot I gotta get more money than you got So what, if some muthafucka gets shot? That's how the game
a shovel, rhyme Devil on a Heavenly level Bang the bass, turn up the treble Radical mind day and night all the time Seven, fourteen, wise, divine Maniac, brainiac, winning the game
ain't with it Dig it, I'm just a brother from L.A. South Central, I live life the fly way Used to bang and hustle but I traded for the big game Infamy
slang until the day I die I can't go straight, I won't even try I'm stuck in the game, so don't ask me why It's life in L.A. I low ride and I sag and
Let me holla at Atlantic Records real quick Management Inc. Jean, what up! Marsha I see you D, you thought I forgot you nigga? Yea, look at baby bang bang
? With the red bandanna, double knotted 'round the rear view *** see clear through, they know that it's Game Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em know that I bang So bang