Artist: Young Money f/ Cory Gunz, Euro, Lil Twist Album: Young Money: Rise of an Empire Song: Bang Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Lil Twist] Yep.. {Sonny Digital} yeah, turn up.. Look, I put the kush in the stogey; yeah, I put the Bentley in drive I'm pullin' out the garage (yeah) and thankin' God I'm alive (uh-huh) I've been through so much shit, been through trouble and back I ain't do much time, but dawg I ain't goin' back (no) These niggas fake and they phony, the paparazzi wait on me (huh) I left the jail in Givenchy, they should have posted that homie (ha) I'm in the A with Rich Homie, I'm in the A with 2 Chainz I'm in the A with my brother, it's YMCM Rich Gang Now tell them niggas line up, I tell them niggas time up This KTZ gon' stand out, it's clear I don't give a fuck In my closet I eat you up, my fashion ill - no duh My whip game insane, uh, Ferrari Testarossas Y'all niggas thought I lost it, I'm awesome I just took a break to teach a young nigga how to boss it like when KG went to Boston Or when Melo went to the Knicks and he brought JR Smith and they both started ballin' Big bro went from servin' birds to pelicans in New Orleans Huh, let me take a break, let me catch my breath Rollin' with the Birdman homie, it's YM over everything nigga, I don't need nothing else It's Lil Twist, nigga, I'm checked in; I fucked homegirl and her best friend You don't wanna miss out on your blessing, got the dope dick, I use it as a weapon I just [Chorus: Lil Twist] Shoot her - BANG; shoot her - BANG Shoot her - BANG (haha, yeah) Shoot her - BANG; shoot her - BANG ... (hehe) Shoot her - BANG [Euro] Hahah, check Sometimes I think I'm Michael Jordan, Michael Tyson, Michael Phelps and Michael Jackson Might just drop my fuckin' tape and fuck around, it might go platinum How'd I do that off of freebies? Fill my double cup with ether Got the same buzz as niggas with an album off of features See I'm doin' it again, got a tool in the timbs, now the rules gotta bend No tools in the gym but I gotta bring it in because niggas wanna flex, but they really slim Jim Gotta point it at him, him, fuck it and him, all I wanna do is kill kill for the ching ching Got a best friend and the best friend got a twin, gotta fit 'em all in, now that's a win win win win The room's spinnin' cause I'm faded Watch how you run up on these businessmen, they're gang related I said I like the way she dance, she like the way I made it Fuck me without paying the rent, imagine if I paid it I owe you one girl, I owe you one's, money always been the main attraction Homie told me women always been the main distraction And I'm too focused, I just hate to get disturbed I'm busy makin' millions and she just started laughin' so you know I had to [Chorus] [Cory Gunz] Wantin' manners when I don't even want a mask on War paint like a baboon and my bitch got a red ass on Young Money Cash Money to the dirt of me so for certainly I'mma get my blast on To the face of a fuck nigga tryin' to fuck with us, think they can make it if they can run a decathlon Stay blazin', I mack on, play brave and get back home with them AK's, crack arms With a straight face, that calm and I fain gaze and attack on with a straight razor in that palm Any nigga want it he gotta get it, the yoppa got it rollin' and rockin' with it I got a nigga showin' and poppin', pickin' and goin', packin' a fight, everybody hit the floor, he shot the men and BOOM~! Pall bearers, cold moms, militia all Bishop's, O-Dawg's You should've drove off, hitting on bitches and poor dogs Lookin' the nose off, lookin' like I'm flickin' the stove off When I'm kickin' the stove off, kickin' the doors off, everybody hit the deck, still bodies get thrown off Say makin' a remarkable pay, meetin' grandpa at a doc or a bay Bad bitch, hide the grippers, I may; fuckin' killin' unbook, come the coppers and spray Twizzie get the chicken, they plot him hoppin' the gate; if you get to trippin' then you get shot in the face You ain't got the bitch in the kitchen poppin' the safe, sorry to say, no eye witness, you finish you gotta bang [Chorus]