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(Remember when we used to play bang-bang
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I shot you down, bang-bang
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You hit the ground, bang-bang
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That awful sound, bang-bang
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I used to shoot you down)--> Stevie Wonder
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Bang-bang, buck-buck
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Nigga, what what?
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Fallin and you can't get up
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You're stuck
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Bang-bang, buck-buck
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Nigga, what what?
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Fallin and you can't get up(2x)
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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I guess it all started when we was young
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Lil' niggas runnin round with loaded waterguns
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It was sort of fun, playin cops and robbers
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The kids who was cops had a pops or a father
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Those who was crooks not only played the role
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Had the look, used to jook they mom's pocketbook
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Later on get they ass whupped for the cash took
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And the food stamps, little crook took the last book
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Seemin at a very young age
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Broke in a store, came across a 12-gauge
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Showed they older brother and his friends like, "look here"
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"Yeah, it's kinda hot, good lookin" - then they took it
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Bag him, better that than have police sag him
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Plus a b.n.e., cause that's two felonies
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You too young, wait - a few years later
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Comin to a trey-eight, six shot, nickel-plated
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Small-time stick-up's, nickel-and-dime pick-up's
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Soon as a nigga get a nine, wan' lick up
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For big up's, now stick-up's ain't big enough
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Lil' nigga tough, tryin to stick bigger stuff
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(Bo! Bo! Bo!)
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(...bang-bang
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I shot you down, bang-bang
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You hit the ground, bang-bang
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That awful sound, bang-bang
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I used to shoot you down)
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Bang-bang, buck-buck
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Nigga, what what?
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Fallin and you can't get up
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You're stuck
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Bang-bang, buck-buck
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Nigga, what what?
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Fallin and you can't get up
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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Stick em up, nigga, what what, Mr. Big Nuts
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My finger on the trigger, barrel on your gut
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Nigga, freeze, like you just done sniffed a oz.
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Nobody move, not even slowly, you niggas know me
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If I bless you, mean I gotta leave you holy
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The preview is solely to be viewed by only
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The few mackaronies, a lotta new clonies
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Cold got phoney for them Grammy's and them Tony's
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That's how you know the showboats - from the drama
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I would stick em up - chill, I know his mama
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Couldn't stand seein her cry at the funeral
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All ready to die, sayin "Baby, what they do to you?"
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But you ain't in no position to respond
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Stiff in a casket, your soul passed on
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Your life flashed past your eyes too fast
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Believin in true lies, hypnotized through gas
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Such as... the bullet with your name on it
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I touch beef with the burner, well done with the flame on it
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My projectiles will have you livin in exile
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Like a stepchild, alienated like the _X Files_
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(...bang-bang
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I shot you down, bang-bang
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You hit the ground, bang-bang
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That awful sound, bang-bang
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I used to shoot you down)
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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Sawed-off shotgun, a hand on the pump
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It's Jewellah, 'another wild nigga from the Bronx'
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North East section, flexin with niggas from the Jets and
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Lettin off Tecs from a Lexus
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With temporary plates
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I done had shoot-outs in most major cities in every state
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With heavy weights, I swing major like Deacon
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Mike Jordan, bringin more than flavor to the league and
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The rootinest, tootinest, step like a boot in this
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Gun-totinest, quotin this, full of lootinest
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I don't bust caps for nothin, rap for nothin
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That's like tellin DeNiro, "Act for nothin"
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Crime gon' play my way, cause I don't pay
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Anyway, niggas gon' make my day
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The wake Friday, the funeral is the followin
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Cause of death: lead-poisonin, hollow-tip-swallowin
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I remember (I remember)
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When we used to play shoot em up (shoot em up)
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Bang-bang (bang-bang)
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I remember (you remember)
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When we used to play shoot em up (shoot em up)
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Bang-bang
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(...bang-bang
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I shot you down, bang-bang
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You hit the ground, bang-bang
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That awful sound, bang-bang
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I used to shoot you down)
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Bang-bang, buck-buck
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Nigga, what what?
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Fallin and you can't get up
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You're stuck
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Bang-bang, buck-buck
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Nigga, what what?
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Fallin and you can't get up
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Bang Bang
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| King Sun |
