Tre Nyce - Bang Bang lyrics

[Hook] I crept up from above and took you out Look, it's a new sheriff in town Hope you know that you're going down Bang Bang, Bang Bang, I shot ya down Look at ya now (look at ya now) Look at ya now (look at ya now) Look at ya now (look at ya now) Look at ya now (look at ya now) [Verse 1: Prevail] My top drop back in the new SL55 '09, girl, I live real well Got the Michelin "S" rims. What up Sprewell? Swaggerlicious baby, something like a pimp Ha, you know I get it, Gucci new fitteds Deputy "Dick 'Em" Dan, give her the business Ha, don't fake the funk. You know we get it girl KC they know the camp all across the world Don't make me have to light sh** up Got the real canaries, boy, I brighten sh** up Got a sloppy j**el game? Better tighten that up My cash game up. My gas gauge full Young fly crook. Push ki's and go to school Never met a n***a like me. I do what I do [Verse 2 Tre Nyce] We don't need no badges. We don't need your address We know where you live. You know what this is The kids? You should put em in the truck with wifey Before I let me niner start singing like the Isleys Brother, discover the pleasure, the pain Whether you survive is the name of the game Put 'em on a stretcher. Blood pressure to the brain Its an ethical medical let-it-go mayne You's a buster. Yo, trust us, it's a west coast thang Don't f** up or f** with us. Got the best scope aim You choke up, I break out the A grade smoking And this beat was produced by Rob the Viking [Hook] [Verse 3: Mad Child] I've been on my grind since a kid on my big wheel Don't know how to put this but I'm kind of a big deal Little giant, stop trying to a**ume my position I'll be firing my iron at ya dudes Bang Bang my crew gang bang the slang gang Doper than a kilo of Colombian Bam-Bam Rocking with a king ping doing my thing thing Listen to ya album and then I drain my main vein On it. Dog-gon-it! Look, Boss Hogg and wanted I'm a Duke of Hazzard. Your group's a has-been Popping pills and gambling, I got stupid habits I'm a ruthless addict. Gucci fabrics My group is magic and my troops are savage I'm a little dude with a very big ego So I roll with very big people Bad motherf**ers. Not saying we evil But feels like everything we do is illegal I'm fly like an eagle, eagle Listen to you rapping and I whip it like Devo I ain't a clown, dawg. Cash invested Friends ride bikes. Black vests and d**h's Heads f**ed up times. Can't trust your best friend I got friends doing ten from what I just suggested I'm Yosemite Sam. My two cannons go BAM! [Hook] [Verse 4: Young Kazh] I'm in my hoody when I lay in the sheets b**h bit my baby mouse to try and f** with my sleep We them comeback kids like Eli and Peyton Brothers from another like 50 and Shady f** you, pay me. She f**ed you, pay me! Pimping ain't easy but the money amazing Now we the best, and now I think it's time I remind you We can drop a body off were no one can find dude I'm in a crime mood so I'm a get cash Vision is point, dawg, Criss Cross, Steve Nash Catlike reflex, Baltimore defense I can't guard n******gs so I stay on defense I don't pretend to speak false pretense I spring right into action, make you fall like C says Baby monster shot town, stay on the bull sh** I'm like, oh sh**! Who you think you f**ing with? [Hook]