Artist: Louie V Mob (Master P, Fat Trel, Alley Boy) Album: New World Order Song: Bang Bang Typed by: r0llinlacs@yahoo.com (Intro, Master P) I put my trust in God, I don't put my trust in man Niggas'll lie, steal, kill ya Do whatever, know what I'm sayin? This my movie, I'm the director I know I might tell y'all somethin and y'all might listen to this shit but mayn... That mothafuckin Calliope project ain't nothin to play with From my hood to your hood, real shit my nigga (Verse 1, Master P) I'm in the project, got two guaps Y'all niggas run up on me talkin that woo-wop My nigga on the ground layin in a puddle of blood Next day nigga layin in a puddle of mud I don't gamble but a nigga gotta take a chance Mask up under the house, nigga hit the gas Dirty game, bang-bang; Niggas don't play I'm from the hood, niggas die every other day Murder shit mothafucka, ain't no politics I'm from the streets where young niggas, they'll kill ya quick And if you trappin mothafuckas, they'll fuck your bitch Kill ya boy and ride wit'cha lookin for the shit Dirty game, mothafuckas like to bang-bang I'm from the streets where niggas let they nuts hang Don't change, mothafucka niggas gang bang Lil niggas run around like Superman (Hook, Master P) Bang-bang! Motherfuck a nigga! Bang-bang! From the hood where niggas sell dope and gang bang! Bang-bang! Motherfuck a nigga! Bang-bang! From the hood where niggas sell dope and gang bang! Bang-bang! Motherfuck a nigga! Bang-bang! From the hood where niggas sell dope and gang bang! Bang-bang! Motherfuck a nigga! Bang-bang! From the hood where niggas sell dope and gang bang! (Verse 2, Fat Trel) Bang-bang, motherfuck a nigga, bang-bang Robbin bitches, killin niggas ain't the same thang I want your bitch, I want your presidents, I want your chain I want your whip, I want your shoes; I'm a rude dude I think polices know my name, come from cocaine Hella funds, so you know my guns bang-bang What's your name? Where you hang? Heard you whip a Range I got a fifty shot bang, I ain't gotta aim We not the same, D.C.; Kill anything Or anybody, I'll drop a body with any shotty Somebody stop him, they try to tell me the Feds watchin But I'm the same, and all I know is bang-bang-bang-bang (Hook, Master P) Bang-bang! Motherfuck a nigga! Bang-bang! From the hood where niggas sell dope and gang bang! Bang-bang! Motherfuck a nigga! Bang-bang! From the hood where niggas sell dope and gang bang! Bang-bang! Motherfuck a nigga! Bang-bang! From the hood where niggas sell dope and gang bang! Bang-bang! Motherfuck a nigga! Bang-bang! From the hood where niggas sell dope and gang bang! (Verse 3, Alley Boy) Murder cheap in my city Youngins killin for pennies Two bands'll get ya topped Bang-bang, bodies dropped Alley Boy, he goin major See these shots on front pages Young niggas doing walk ups No pull ups, hit ya from all angles These niggas ain't really street These niggas ain't ran no traps Where I'm from get ya murked asap Bang-bang-bang, put ya head in ya lap Alley boy, big P, Fat Trel Stay alive off cocaine sales Know they laced up, keep my shells These rap niggas, they fake as hell Niggas lying in lyrics Real niggas don't wanna hear it Anything in the streets, I did it We gon' see who really wit it Fuckboy better stay in your lane When that chopper sangs, you can get a whole thang Know I love that gun sound; Bang-bang-bang-bang (Hook, Master P) Bang-bang! Motherfuck a nigga! Bang-bang! From the hood where niggas sell dope and gang bang! Bang-bang! Motherfuck a nigga! Bang-bang! From the hood where niggas sell dope and gang bang! Bang-bang! Motherfuck a nigga! Bang-bang! From the hood where niggas sell dope and gang bang! Bang-bang! Motherfuck a nigga! Bang-bang! From the hood where niggas sell dope and gang bang!