Bang Bang

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Pens write words, and guns make noise

You act like you sweet but that aint your poise

yo got anotha side that hasnt been seen

time to expose it dont mean to be mean

My mind tells me what to do,

So Ima write about you

No matter how explicit,

if you done like it then don't like it then don't listen to it

Wanna be a bitch I'm fine wit it

Hate how you goin round actin like you the shit

Cuz you ain't nothin, not worth the dirt on my shoe,

I'm just so god damn sick of you

Tryin to control my life, but bitch you ain't my wife, tryna hurt me deep like I've been cut with a knife

And all that stuff about us bein together forevea,

need to change it more like to never.

Cuz you ain't really deserve me, I know that's kinda rough

But when we fight every night, that's when I've had enough

[But you'll never see, perfect you can't possibly be, sayin you still got feelins for me]

 

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But it's time, that you get ya beatin, load in my clip, and ammo starts depletin

Leavin these marks, blood across the concrete

Slice up ya body, and toss it on the trash heap

Now I can be at peace, when I sleep

Tryna sneak around me, better make no peep

Walkin through the street real late at night

Hear somethin drivin around but I got no fright

Got my glock in my hand, and a vest across my chest

No matter how hard Ima always try my best

But then the cattie pulled up and started to fire

Bullet hit my chest, penetrated my style,

lights flashing from the alley, really got me pissed

Corrupted my vision, with precision, now I'm ready to diss

Can't even hold me, this ain't gone be bliss

Hearin bullets fly through the street sounds like this

 

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Now I Slip the cop a twenty, isn't it funny, how now the evidence is hoppin like a bunny

Isn't it sweet no not like honey, tryna fuck wit me you must be a dummy.

I told ya to back down, but you nevea got around,

to headin my warnin

Sucks to be locked up but I am the warden

These keys are like my enemies, stab watch em bleed, corrupted with greed, money pussy and weed,

I know life is gettin tough, and you're gettin tied of this stuff

But keep goin with it, cuz you'll never get enough

fame or fortune, or somethin that you're wishin

Just tryin to understand why you're in this position, and I'm itchin, the trigger of my gun, I swear to god man this ain't gone be fun, guess who's the one