Bang (Remix)

Ayo, they think this shit a game

Until I pull up, let it bang, nigga (let it bang, nigga)

Until I pull up, let it bang (let it bang)

Until I pull up, let it

Ayo, SE Gang, who fuckin' with that? (Ah)

Growin' up, everybody mama loves you on crack

We got bodies (got bodies, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

With the masters of Pinoy

My nigga did five, he came home with a kilo' (yeah)

I was listenin' to Stan with Coke flippin' in the pan

I brought enough quarters back to go scrimmage with the Rams (let's go)

When it comes to my plug (uh huh)

It won't fit in the sedan

Comparin' us, you can't do it, it's like Timberlands to Vans

Official only, you know that, pistol under the floor mat

Been hated on more than Jesus, locked up more times than Kodak

The pots handy, pitched for my family like Sandy Koufax

Gave my connect a fresh hundred grand and he hand me dope back

Blocks and jail walls to spots on the Billboard (uh)

Posted up in them traps and they knocked until dawn (ayo, who that?)

The foreigns ain't cheap and these watches still cost (skrrt, ah)

Glocks so big, one shot knock your wheels off

Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (this shit a game, nigga)

Ayo, they think this shit a game (this shit a game, oh word?)

Ayo, they think this shit a game

Until I pull up, let it ring, nigga (let it ring, nigga)

Until I pull up, let it ring (let it ring)

Until I pull up, let it ring

Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (this shit a game, nigga)

Ayo, they think this shit a game (this shit a game, huh?)

Ayo, they think this shit a game

Until I pull up, let it bang, nigga (let it bang, nigga)

Until I pull up, let it bang (let it bang)

Until I pull up, let it (whoa)

I used to be a man of the people

Hit the clubs and mingle (what up?)

Used to dream one day I'd be fuckin' Pink

Like a flamingo (Pink)

That was back when I smoked Canibous

Man, but it was tough, 'cause I was a fan of his

So it sucked to hand him his ass, but

Yeah, lookin' back on my feuds

How me and Ja Rule almost got cool

'Cause we shot pool back in '01

Was it '02? I don't know, but

Something told me fuckin' not to

Then we got stuck in high school

I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo

Yeah, but I think of the rappers I slayed and buried like every night

And every career I might've killed, sometimes I say a prayer and I

Wonder is there a heaven for a G? And if so, is the sanctuary nice?

Studios for rap like Coolio, shootin' craps at gangster's paradise

Huh, here a mic, there a mic

Everywhere a mic, share and share alike

But just don't compare alike

Instead of comparin' me, pick a fair fight

Compare me to lightnin', that similarity's strikin'

Compare me to Jaws

Compare me to Manson, Marilyn or Charles

Compare me to Nas, Biggie, or Pac

Do not compare me to that Iggy bitch

Or all this fuckin' Milli Vanilli hip-hop

This is where all that silly shit stops

Compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought

The semi, the Glock, 9 millis get cocked

I'm sending a shot

Don't come around with them floss raps tryna stunt

Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped

One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm picking them off

They're going home to fuck Nicki Minaj, aw

Compare me to Diggity-Das, yah

I'm hickity-hitting it raw, ha

In the trailer park (haha)

Told her I'd play the part like Kanan Stark's

Ate her twat like a Tater Tot, oh shit

Get the strap like a trainin' bra

Lunchtime like at eight-o'clock

But Shady's not for the faint of heart

Goin' at these pricks like Lorena Bobbitt

Y'all want drama, we can make a scary movie like Marlon Wayans

Y'all lookin' at the charred remains of Charlamagne tha God

Slim whip, Westside, and Conway are not playin'

I cock back, aim, and I spray ya like (bang)