Bang Bang

(album: Automatic Gunfire - 2006)

[50 Cent:]
Yeah. G-Unit, nigga. 50 Cent. You heard me. Irv, homie, I can't believe you let that nigga talk, you fat cupcake-eating motherfucker. I fuck you up, nigga. Fucking punk-ass niggas. Don't nobody respect you, nigga. You 'preme son, nigga. Motherfuckers been getting extorted since day one. It's all kind of bitch in you. Chinese. Spanish. Black. White

[Tony Yayo:]
I got X, meth and slabs and cocaine
So the Feds want to search us like Arabs boarding a plane
I'm in the Range switching lanes
Reminiscing on cans of sardines

[Lloyd Banks:]
... and car dreams
I'll burn an unfamiliar bun
Got a shotgun like Elmer Fudd
Gotta let off and leave you in hella blood
Mom hip to the game, two ice chips in the chain
A few nights skipped on the plane
With two white chicks getting brain

[50 Cent:]
Bang bang from big heaters, hundred dollar sneakers
Two-seaters, two meters

[Lloyd Banks:]
... and a bundle of haze
It's enough to last fourteen days
Eat where they sell lobster
My eyes planning like Pharrel's partner

[Tony Yayo:]
Nigga, respect me like your father when it come to drama
I put the llama to your mama and beat her like a piñata

[50 Cent:]
Nigga, I've been hotter since '97
You've been begging the fifth cake like a kung-fu legend
One blue seven, what's popping, nigga?

[Tony Yayo:]
Different day, same shit

[Lloyd Banks:]
Well, what you copping, nigga?

[Tony Yayo:]
X case, more bricks

[Lloyd Banks:]
Shit, you wind up dead-sleeping, so why turn soft?
Straight bullets'll burn a nigga sideburns off

[Tony Yayo:]
I got a model with a sick ass
Bagged her on Fifth Ave
I fucked her all for a hot dog and a playoff Knicks pass

[50 Cent:]
Now we shopping in the malls on the West Coast
And as far as pussy

[Lloyd Banks:]
... I've been through more walls than asbestos

[Tony Yayo:]
So let's toast and have a sex on the beach
These niggas quoting my lines like I'm Martin Luther King speech

[50 Cent:]
Remember Patrice? She looked like Kelis
Met her in club [?] and caught her eyeing my piece

[Lloyd Banks:]
And with all the birds at the show
I had to go and fuck the crazy hoe
Call on Hot 97 'cause she know I'm on the radio
Crazy bitch

[50 Cent:]
Yeah. Ja, you little, Stuart Little-looking motherfucker. I catch you I'll break your motherfucking neck, nigga. The only way [?] your little pals, you little faggot. I know the styles you been fucking too, you nigga, I pay you the fifty thousand. Check my album out, nigga, February 11th. [?] talk, you little bitch. Tried to jump on us like it was a promotional stunt. Seven days before your album drop, huh? You little bitch. Order protection. From who? From who I need to order protection from, nigga? You little... oh, man. You motherfuckers, man. You niggas is gonna make this a lot of fun for me