ICE-T - Bang Bang

Intro:
Trigg: Trigger Tha Gambler
Ice-T: Iceberg
Smooth I'm Smoothe Da Hustler
Trigg: So come check us out at, sexmoneyguns.com
Ice-T: Yeah
Smooth What?
Ice-T: SMG motherfucker, you heard about it?!!
Smooth Fagots know
Ice-T: It's going down, niggaz started sounding like motherfucking pussies out there
Smooth They carry Guns dogg!! no matter..
Ice-T: It's real, this is it nigga, yeah, this is Gangster Rap
Smooth ? heard about it! smell y'all, smell y'all
Ice-T: Iceberg in the place
Smooth Uhha!
Ice-T: Gambler, Hustler, it's going down bitch!!

Chorus: Ice-T X2
Bang bang; Every time we come around your city
Bang bang; Twenty macks hold about fifty
Bang bang; Should've claimed your block out quickly
Bang bang; Bang bang!!

Verse 1: Ice-T
Out on time gagging; just came to take the sock out of your mouth
Then take you in the backyard and blow your fucking brains out Explosion
Twist the game up, complex, gangster confusing
You'll never know which strap I'm using
Whores speak the tunes in; better than Gs, hand the heat off
Catch you in the V-I-P, knock your whole street off
Catch you in a vall-ey, leave you on your bailey
Watch for the ricochet cause.. this is L.A.
Home of the Body-bag, home of the toe-tag
Home of the Blue and Red rags, and the pants sag
Pull out your gat nigga, dress for the freeze tag
You think I care, I put on my vest before my underwear
Never smiled nigga, don't talk that much
My gat's cold, I feel it when it's touching my nuts
Let's get it going, fuck the flowing, bring your drama
And don't forget your body armor

Chorus: Ice-T with minor variations X2

Verse 2: Trigger Tha Gambler
It's the black beast from Brownsville
Scaring like the dark block when the Hounds kill
You found scar in your life, I found steel
Never left a gunfight until the ground's filled
Never ran, never will, I take blocks and raid spots
Whatever that the round spills, is where the tape stops
Since a kid, we kept a grudge, we hate cops
SMGs the replay switch, .38 the glocks
Play heading niggaz, I can flip your blow bouts
Heat niggaz by these whores, split the skull out
It's the reason why; Def Jam held me back
My mind is out of the troll; they had to mail me tracks
Trigger's whack; what hell is that? - I spit like the gat
I'm iller than your Rasta, you ain't got to tell me that
96 I was back, hard to the core
Flex was dropping bombs, like a station just blown to roar

Chorus: Ice-T with minor variations X2

Verse 3: Smoothe Da Hustler
Every time Brooklyn in the place "BANG BANG!!"
Anytime Hustler on the Mic "Same thang!!"
Hit your head, lift your chain
Watch your brains hang, so maintain nigga
It's the New York native, Brooklyn ripper
Niggaz move back when I cop the groove back like stirrer
I'm a dolo dirt doer, I do that better
Nigga trip, triggers drip, spit through that leather
Shoot at, do the damage down and dirty, I demonstrate
Destruction with the Derringer, and watch niggaz disintegrate
I'm no joke, blow, gunsmoke, if one choked that's one hope
And for second you got the next one wope
No folks on both coasts who throw toasts
Butter niggaz out for the bread, I'm drawing votes
Hustler figured fuck for the bread, I roll with both to keep my .44 so close

Chorus: Ice-T X2