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Bang Bang Bang (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · Bang Bang Bang (Tracy Chapman) · Bang Bang Bang (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band) · Music to Gang Bang (Compton's Most Wanted) · Mashed Two: Mixed by the Bang Gang DJs (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Gang Bang City, Vol. 1 (Gang Bang City) · Bang Bang Boom Boom [US Bonus Track] (Beth Hart) · Bang Bang (Dispatch) · Bang Bang (Glory) · Bang Bang Boom Boom (Beth Hart) – and 90 other albums »


[50 Cent and DJ Whoo Kid talking]

[Hook]
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT!
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I
giving no passes, why we asking?

How you gon bang if you really ain't from LA
We spray your gang up on the wall
Tell me
And how you gon' fade if you
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
Here lies the dead outlaws 
Who lived one of the gang 
Made a deal with pinkerton jesse 
Told frank I'm goin' out with a bang shot 
In the back
wife dig me
Game try and hit me
Kick game like 50 cent
Niggas wanna play games I quickly
Mob with a squad that will bang y'all wit' me
And they want
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm getting yo ass

[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit
ball killin' shit
Realist shit and your main wife dig me
Game try and hit me
Kick game like 50 cent
Niggas wanna play games I quickly
Mob with
on the black man 
You either learn to dope deal or you gang bang 
See in the ghetto a life don't mean shit 
And most blacks they don't know about politics
with this gang-bang jacket
Gotta hold it keep it loaded devoted since quoted
Fo sho One-0 got the ups on these prankstas
While the world keep twisting
Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow
Lex
Lex we in this bitch throwing gang sign, bang
Brick, brick, brick, brick, brick
Bricksquad bricksquad

[Chorus: x4]
with this gang-bang jacket
Gotta hold it keep it loaded devoted since quoted
Fo sho One-0 got the ups on these prankstas
While the world keep twisting
to disarm me
A fifty man posse, a three man gang
The odds ain't good, but it ain't no thang
See, somebody's always trying to hurt me
But I come blasting
I know is to show these ??? how it supposed to go

50 Cent
I'll teach ya how to Stunt

The Game
Countdown to Armageddon Motherfucker, Chuck Taylor in
big
I be stuttin' on that ass
Screech pop up out the dash
Beep, beep, who got the keys to the Caprice?
4/50 engine is obese
Pull up by twenty-five
be the reason the crowd piling
Don't complain and die over a chain
Bang bang gang green neighborhood game
You know me I'm slipper as them baggy
beat

Back in the back
Of a Cadillac
Number one put a bullet out my power pack
Yes I'm in a bang
I'm with a gang
They got to catch me if they want
on "America's Most Wanted"
But I don't slang or either gang-bang
And though my old school homies do the same thang
I still got love 'cause you gotta live
So
back here, don't know how to make a knife?
Stand tall on my own, I don't gang bang
I done seen it go bad on the chain gang
Seen niggas gang raped by
and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
They wanna count the slugs
Then come around here and fuck with us

I'm from the land of the gang bang
Since I
be foldin', fuckin' with Swollen 
Queens get jacked by the king of spades 
Buc Fifty, Mad Child, Prev Won, poker face 

Full house, royal flush,
with this gang-bang jacket
Gotta hold it keep it loaded devoted since quoted
Fo sho One-0 got the ups on these prankstas
While the world keep twisting
you're running by, trip you up from behind 
My rhymes, confuse niggas 
Like somebody try to gang-bang 
Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants, throwin' up
for the tape that's made by 5-0.
Look into the eyes of the 12 gauge barrel.
My t-shirt and khaki's with house shoes is the apparel.
Just call me a nigga
this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol' song