Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Capone-N-Noreaga
Capone-N-Noreaga
Rap
Foxy Brown
Foxy Brown
Rap
N.O.R.E.
N.O.R.E.
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Martin
C. Martin
Songwriter
J. Cameron
J. Cameron
Songwriter
K. Holley
K. Holley
Songwriter
Victor Santiago
Victor Santiago
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
We gon' thug this shit out
We gon' thug this shit out
And say bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
We gon' thug this shit out
We gon' thug this shit out
And say bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
[Verse 1]
But then you said somethin', ****
Gang bang, bang, bang
We keep long gats and big chains
I don't like having sex, I like brains
And smoke some blend, fams, with five in the Range
And it's nothing for me to shit on your three
I'm from Iraq, 20 minutes from QB
I'm M.U., so you's should just let us be
Before yourself shot up, in the hospit-ee
You'll be leakin' and throw in your face some hot tea
Yo, it's Nore, but you can call me P-O-P
And get a dose of the dope, but don't just OD
Only white girl I'll fuck is Pamela Lee
And I'm gangster, so some **** call me G
Melvin Flynt, hustling was born in me
So yo, bitch, come and do a porn with me
Or come to North Carolina and perform with me
[Chorus]
We gon' thug this shit out
We gon' thug this shit out
And say bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
We gon' thug this shit out
We gon' thug this shit out
And say bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Yo, yo, yo
Bang, bang, bang, bang
[Verse 2]
I'ma take it back to when I used to pop pist-als
Sling Crystal, gamble on the block with pits out
Kept my work in my bitch house, right in the closet
I won't front, I'll bring the drama, ****, right to the projects
When it's cold, I remain the hottest
I bring the thug ****, you bougie, I'll leave blood all in your Pradas
****'s lifestyle deserves Oscars, you so funny
Claim you kingpin and ain't even fucking wit' ho money
I'm gangster, to the jail wounds, check my records
I keep the stash, grip of armor, where I select my weapons
This young mindstate, crime infested
I'ma get straight to the message, I spit records
And I rep my necklace
To the door of 1D, right where the steps is
I walk the hood, **** pay homage 'cause of my essence
It ain't nothing, I catch any charge, get out on bail
Fuck records, this shit was platinum when it touched the reel, muthafucka
[Chorus]
We gon' thug this shit out
We gon' thug this shit out
And say bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
We gon' thug this shit out
We gon' thug this shit out
And say bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
[Verse 3]
Hot damn, ho, here we go again
Pop shit like a cock, light weight as your rock, bitch
Ya talk slick, fuck is all that sneak shit?
You and Diddy, y'all kill me with that subliminal shit
Bitch, why's you frontin' and kicking that street shit?
Please, impress me, go back to that freak shit
While your broke ass was guzzlin' nuts and shit
I was choppin' the weight, sneakin' O-Zs and shit
A decoy bitch, like the feds lie to you
Ain't you 'posed to have a little bit of Bed-Stuy in you?
Brooklyn don't raise hoes, just slip and graze hoes
For what, bitch? You're soft and you pussy, name hoes
So fuck ya **** too, them **** can get it too
When the faggots act more bitch than you
Let the **** rest in peace and hop off his dick, bitch, do you?
And y'all hoes is like, "Fuck Fox," well, screw y'all too
Let's be truthful, give a fuck if the album push back
And when it hit the streets, bitch, you're still weak
You still sound lame and my name still reign
And I still pop them thing things and bang bang, bitch
[Chorus]
We gon' thug this shit out
Rep for ya hood
Brooklyn
We gon' thug this shit out
QB, Queensbridge
And say bang, bang, bang, bang
Iraq
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
We gon' thug this shit out
We gon' thug this shit out
And say bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Written by: C. Martin, J. Cameron, K. Holley, Victor Santiago
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