Artist: Papoose Album: Bang Bang (S) Song: Bang Bang Typed by: AZ Lyrics Thug-a – Thug-a – Thug-a – Thug-a – Thug-a-Cation Tupac had the outlaws Biggie Smalls had Junior M.A.F.I.A. 50 Cent got the G-Unit; Jay-Z got Roc-A-Fella They say Jesus had the disciples I present to y'all the nation of Thug-A-Cation Awww man, my nigga Tydro with his eyes low 2008 was ours before it even started, is you retarded Downtown's C-Brown, Snipe, Flipper the Ripper Mussolini, my niggas strong, we can't go wrong Tommy Gunz and Al Capo is getting mad dough Kay Slay eased up O-Dogg, pusher in the mall, trigger-happy Pappy And I go by the name of – Ya'll know what I'm a say already Ya'll know what I'm a say Papoose, Pa-poose [Refrain] You with the Thug-A, Thug-A, slip a clip in (Bang Bang) You with them other suckers, suck a dick then (Bang Bang) You with the Thug-A, Thug-A, ride, yo (Bang Bang) You with them other suckers, die slow (Bang Bang) You with the Thug-A, Thug-A, slip a clip in (Bang Bang) You with them other suckers, suck a dick then (same thing) You with the Thug-A, Thug-A, ride, yo (Bang Bang) You with them other suckers, die slow I know you're tired of hearing stories 'bout homicide I'm bona fide Promise my life these niggas won't harm a fly Dance at a disco Throw rice at a wedding Won't put shit in a diaper, I bang like a lighter Cocaine wars; take your chain off Back them for the dog food; man, this stuff ain't yours Give me a thousand grams, I'm a let the 4 bang off It take more than a key to open my domain doors Broke the RICO, son of Sam, it's some no-name laws And I slept with your main broad; what's your name, lord? They call me, Papoosie, walk with a black Uzi Two thumbs down, you acting in whack movies Why you did a song with him? He mad moody I'll, don't touch me, you got the rap cooties It's on when I carry the crons and the Caddy You can get every Tom, Dick, and Harry Listen I hit Tom with the long Dick with the fifth Harry with the Cali And hop right in my whip You won't hear a thing when P banging that toaster P move in silence just like the "p" in pneumonia Catch you in the 'ville and chase you from Saratoga Slump you on the Forn-up's I get a share cake and feed it – Homie, you get a share cake and eat it At the end of the day, niggas can't say I cheated I feel every man should get a fair shake and keep it I don't put niggas on, then my plans ain't completed They'd rather listen to hands say then see it You can walk a horse to the water, but you can't make him drink it Some niggas treat others bad, can't take the treatment Treat how you wanna be treated, can't face the beating Plans ain't strategic. Disagree, they can't make agreements Snakes in the grass; they give a handshake and dice it Some niggas think they strong, but yea, they're the weakest Trying to prove their strength, give you a handshake and squeeze it Yea, I get my hands dirty; my hands ain't the cleanest If I shake your hand, I give you a handshake and mean it This mover of music here cause I'm here to make my thesis And only for my fans' sake, I speak it with the bare face of Jesus On my neck, my pants there with creases Authentic kicks, I never wear fake Belices Low top, uptowns, one of my pair of favorite sneakers I rock a pair of men's like the landscape of Egypt Spit bars to the foreigners, let them translate to English Naw, you and your mans ain't the deepest Some artists can sew dreams, everything hear they believe it So they stuck on the underground; they can't break the cement When they get into show business, their answer's deceiving Hear themselves on the radio, so they feel they're succeeding Business before show, the airplay is needed First things come first, homie – you can't break the sequence When you make a dope record, your fans can't receive it Took it right out of rotation; duck, it's deleted When the whack records come, yea they increasing Give them 90 spins a day; duck, they repeat it Just so they can shine, them dudes, there, they competed Back to the drawing-board, your plans got defeated [Refrain]