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letra de shoot em up (bang bang) pt. 1 - big noyd

[intro]

(voice singing) “bang, bang, bang, bang.”
(talking) “f-ck you man- this for harlem..”

[big noyd: verse 1]

alchemist, this is it kid !
yo , they can’t f-ck with the boy noyd
i’m ill, i’m to real, they don’t know what beef is
these n-ggas better chill. see, i’m cool
unless i had to merk somethin’,then thats
when i (shoot em’ up),and murder them man
i shut they eyelids from violence
n-gga you see you wylin
your team against, my team
it ain’t no challenge
n-ggas know we mobbin’
rollin’ in thousands
man we would ( shoot em’ up )
and leave they -ss silent
the word , you the herb n-ggas clownin’
polishin’ they knuckle game, bashin’ your mouth in
thought you was thuggin’ but now n-gga you front-ing, screamin’,you were donned all along , this n-gga not a thing
it’s on now , see his -ss in the street,out come the guns
know the thuns , man we gotta eat. qb n-gga
an we don’t give a f-ck who want beef
we don’t care about your car n-gga,see we got heat
we don’t care about your broads n-gga,see we love the street
front, get your -ss lumped, n-gga– it be our treat
g’head we don’t front in them streets
when it come to that beef,you know we ( shoot em’ up )
an leave em’ dead on the concrete
need more heat for more beef , more thuns
we more deep, more guns, on more streets
the beef on- it’s no sleep, just more heat for police
check the guns we squeezin’ when we (shoot em’ up)
we leave em’ buried in a three piece suit
come on duke , you know my gun shoot
n-ggas know my name
n-ggas know my gun bang-bang
n-ggas know what time it is
n-ggas know my style kid
n-ggas know i rep the bridge..

[big noyd: hook]

c’mon!
n-ggas screaming they hood
but out side of they hood they nothin’
n-ggas never (bang bang)–
nah, n-ggas screaming they hood
i run up in they hood and (shoot em’ up)
an this is how we do it man
n-ggas screaming they hood, but outside of
they hood they nothin’, n-ggas never (bang bang)
n-ggas screaming they hood- i run up in they hood
an (sound of gun c-cked, and shots being fired)
bang , bang

[big noyd: verse 2]

ayo,n-ggas don’t want it, if they want it then they get it
see i talk cause i live it & i walk with a mean limp
know what i mean king? the thing on my hip, gotta mean
kick- an i don’t be without it. look- i’m the next best
gat slangin, rap singin’ n-gga outta queensbridge, an i
don’t be playin with dem meanors.i’m more into drama-bringin
have you in dirt while your mama in church with her choir singin
step out your zone you get blown open leakin’
n-gga i’m terror like a squad full of puerto ricans
insomniac with drama n-gga , there’s no sleeping
i got nickel plated revolvers for that reason
see– i been puffin’ blunts and i’m high
but bet i’m on point, boy, i’ll punch you in yo eye
cause every time they tell me put my gun away
i tell em- ‘”yeah right” boy , i’ll (shoot em’ up)
cause i ain’t tryna fight, an i ain’t dyin’ tonight
i’m trying to scoop me some boots,an wear em out until
they worn out, that’s right,and anything else is just uncivilized
i (shoot em’ up) trying to couple up with the cutie pies

[big noyd: hook]

- big noyd

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