Texty:
Something With Numbers Bang Bang Bang

do the game, church Ask somebody, you gotta know you need to get a nurse Let me bang em with another killa, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller Kill em with

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

biography My family tree consists of street refugees A ghetto land, where we talk slang Stolen cars bang, like my chitty bang-bang sh-bang For the heads

'll be coming back like every day Oh yeah send you back to your girls with something else to say How I hit it, split it, had you with it 'till the break

me to win I need to know where I'm heading 'Cause I know where I've been Flows, bones, crushing it's nothing I come up with something Come through your strip, fronting, stunting It's something

with Big Tyme, put down a few songs Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong Then hit the streets with a big ass bang Them gangsta ass rhymes with

of the sunshine or the fun times Just the old days and your old ways Corrupt and wicked Out there doing dirt, instead of just kicking it Pow pow, bang bang

hand with the dead carnival You ask do we gang, do we bang in a gang, mang? Do we bang-bang? I'm a gang banger, man I bang in a gang, mang You can suck

With a fifth of Thunderbird but I be guzzling hard Playing the corners with a washed up old-head Chant tunes by the Whispers Same corner where I banged at with