Bang Bang lyrics - G-Unit

[50 Cent:]

Yeah. G-Unit, nigga. 50 Cent. You heard me. Irv, homie, I can't believe you let that nigga talk, you fat cupcake-eating motherfucker. I fuck you up, nigga. Fucking punk-ass niggas. Don't nobody respect you, nigga. You 'preme son, nigga. Motherfuckers been getting extorted since day one. It's all kind of bitch in you. Chinese. Spanish. Black. White

[Tony Yayo:]

I got X, meth and slabs and cocaine

So the Feds want to search us like Arabs boarding a plane

I'm in the Range switching lanes

Reminiscing on cans of sardines

[Lloyd Banks:]

... and car dreams

I'll burn an unfamiliar bun

Got a shotgun like Elmer Fudd

Gotta let off and leave you in hella blood

Mom hip to the game, two ice chips in the chain

A few nights skipped on the plane

With two white chicks getting brain

[50 Cent:]

Bang bang from big heaters, hundred dollar sneakers

Two-seaters, two meters

[Lloyd Banks:]

... and a bundle of haze

It's enough to last fourteen days

Eat where they sell lobster

My eyes planning like Pharrel's partner

[Tony Yayo:]

Nigga, respect me like your father when it come to drama

I put the llama to your mama and beat her like a piñata

[50 Cent:]

Nigga, I've been hotter since '97

You've been begging the fifth cake like a kung-fu legend

One blue seven, what's popping, nigga?

[Tony Yayo:]

Different day, same shit

[Lloyd Banks:]

Well, what you copping, nigga?

[Tony Yayo:]

X case, more bricks

[Lloyd Banks:]

Shit, you wind up dead-sleeping, so why turn soft?

Straight bullets'll burn a nigga sideburns off

[Tony Yayo:]

I got a model with a sick ass

Bagged her on Fifth Ave

I fucked her all for a hot dog and a playoff Knicks pass

[50 Cent:]

Now we shopping in the malls on the West Coast

And as far as pussy

[Lloyd Banks:]

... I've been through more walls than asbestos

[Tony Yayo:]

So let's toast and have a sex on the beach

These niggas quoting my lines like I'm Martin Luther King speech

[50 Cent:]

Remember Patrice? She looked like Kelis

Met her in club [?] and caught her eyeing my piece

[Lloyd Banks:]

And with all the birds at the show

I had to go and fuck the crazy hoe

Call on Hot 97 'cause she know I'm on the radio

Crazy bitch

[50 Cent:]

Yeah. Ja, you little, Stuart Little-looking motherfucker. I catch you I'll break your motherfucking neck, nigga. The only way [?] your little pals, you little faggot. I know the styles you been fucking too, you nigga, I pay you the fifty thousand. Check my album out, nigga, February 11th. [?] talk, you little bitch. Tried to jump on us like it was a promotional stunt. Seven days before your album drop, huh? You little bitch. Order protection. From who? From who I need to order protection from, nigga? You little... oh, man. You motherfuckers, man. You niggas is gonna make this a lot of fun for me