Bang Bang

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Shooting till my mother fucking hand fall off Ya track-stars; the gun shot ran y'all off I pop like a soda watch the can fall off I can kill y'all and y'all boss Shotguns handguns louder than a band drum You fucking with the drum major don't make me play you the anthem Bang bang bang bang call it heavy metal I say bang bang, bitch I make you feel every letter B.A.N.G. B.A.N.G. G.A.N.G We spray then leave We play when we no We play N-E- V-E-R; C.P.R Doctor Carter are you the d.z's boy Young Money mother fucker these these boys Bitch is you crazy? We's retards Watch Nina, Mac and Tommy have a brief menage Like (gunshots) like (gunshots) yeah Soulja Boy on the beat But you can call me Chef Boyardee Cause I'mma heat this shit And I'mma eat this shit Planet earth is my toilet you're beneath this shit Then I flush and wipe my ass Gunslinger like a pass I cock back and throw a bomb; now Hail Mary Your tailfary fairytale very frail And yeah we got them hammers try and hit every nail Let them sail up the river with that ho shit Or leave them face down in the fucking ocean I ain't on no other shit bitch I'm on some more shit That 'Hello how you doing? I am at your front door shit' That 'Aww naw he got a gun oh shit. Shit.'...shit [Verse 2: Jae Millz] Okay, it's Young Money what you know about it? The semi-auto will rip open your body and tear the soul out it And all that fronting shit nigga I don't know about it Call me Master J, bitch I'm so about it Even my ho about it, and don't doubt it Cause we both would be Angelina and Brad'n Spazzin' and blastlin', blastin' and rattitatin' And nah I don't cook but like potatoes I'll mash them I don't give a fuck about your money or your fashion Shots through the window of your brand new Ashton You get out try to run now your chest where them bullets crashin' Pawn box niggas no crutches no casts No wheel chair just the two door long black wagon Flowers on the side and four wheels to steer I ain't never scared, and I ain't never care So fuck what they doing over there I'm doing it here You're nothing like me fuck boy don't be outlandish We gorillas in the mist y'all just some Kung-Fu Pandas Sweet like Fantas, my blood is the same as Bruce Banners Hit record on the cameras mother fuck all the bullshitting antics They saying he ain't gotta get a clearance from Wayne, that's a disadvantage Being broke is a foreign language for me like Spanish Musically we direct thrillers, call me John Landis [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] It's the 504 slaughter house blood bath Little nigga stand tall like a giraffe One man gang animal, cannibal Eat rappers for dinner my nickname Hannibal Guns for days I show you what this cannon do Hit you split your mothafucking man in two I grab the chopper South Park that’s how I hold the toy I aim and crank that bitch like Soulja Boy I’m in the streets one deep I can hold my own And shit, it’s only one seat and I control the throne Look, bitch, I’m on my crazy ass shit You see the gun poking out like Sheneneh lips Watch your lips when talking Cause I be on grave nigga leaking in your coffin Rest in piss When I die, let me rest with clips Rambo, I’mma go out on my Sylvester shit, bang!