Lyrics:
Where we gone play at
Where we gone bang at
Where we gone fade at
502 is where I stay at
Where we gone play at
Where we gone bang at
Where we gone
We famous decorators
Outlaws with the force, with the Money Makers
Wu-Tang, when we bang, we be regulators
Player haters can't play us, 'cause
a big fan of lunch
Not the movies too
I’m sorry I don’t go out much
(But hey) neither do you
I don’t know what you want
But I don’t know who you are
I
Boy this shit so easy free ybeezy I dont wanna go fed
so much money you step on my feet I drop a big bag they’ll step on your head
my n***a in a wheel
still on the first lane
Baffled, didn't even know my name
Fainted, too much shock in my brain
Surrounded by paramedics and feds
Trying to get up but
bag for 2
Same phone, who's this, a nigga on his bad and bouj
I'm too live b, bang
Start the big wave, coming Tsunami (soon, nah mean)
cye, for the big
know I aint playin with that shit
If you know where I'm from
I done seen so much shit by the ages of three that's why I don't play with no guns
If
bang
What i do to his body it end wit d and it start wit a c body getting hanged
I said shout out to Jesus he did it for us but i crucified him wit my
Intro
Biff boom bang
Biff boom bang
Biff boom bang
Army March out
March out March out March out
March out March out March out
March out March out
yanlış yola sapmışım
Hasımlarla çatışma
Opp blocks on the four by four
Big machine got no rebars
Bi' gün gelir ansızın şeytan her gün yanı
Başımda
smoke something
By tonight they on your block trynna slump something
Lemme know if i ever do too much for you
Just trynna be your nigga i ain't even
Everything looks much better when you coming from the bottom
I just get green light now you really got a problem
Oh they forgot about me, look how
Dis the bando setting,
One call yeah the gang gon’ get Em,
Let it dry, yeah the timer set it
Yeah the brown I press it, uptown I send it
Big
Dis the bando setting,
One call yeah the gang gon’ get Em,
Let it dry, yeah the timer set it
Yeah the brown I press it, uptown I send it
Big
to clubs I never chase a bitch beitch
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress some of why'all call it chocolate
Return
to clubs I never chase a bitch beitch
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress some of why'all call it chocolate
Return
the projects, bang, bang, pow, pow
Is how it sounds
[Chorus]
Life in the projects
Where it's hard to get by
But you got it 'cause your spot's gettin'
Coulda had it coming you talk too much
Woulda let it bang but you talk too much
Coulda fucked your friend but you talk too much
We coulda made amends
okay
Lately I've been having rainy days
The pain is too much for me to take
Maybe my life is a big mistake
Maybe I'm thinking too much to be okay
Maybe
the fountain
Mi don't like the ugly of the city
Too much gunshot a buss inna di city
Too much crime and violence inna di city
Too much blood a run inna di city
the real where the bag at
Straight out the tigerstate E6
Yeah
6’2 No tiger king but I’m a big cat
My shqiipe on the beat like its a picnic
Bang out chunes
spot like gimmie does
I make a big bang, in theory bro
I shell my don, so see me blow
Even though I go different man get the hint that
I get man trippy
on Riding on this way Don't wanna follow people's taste
Do not making that/this
POWER POINT is Big
Take care of everything violent In da game (bang)
Shut up
shot all their guns (Bang bang)
But our launcher blew them up and we knew they were gone (Big bang)
Then we went to the entrance and we opened up
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