Bang Bang

A coward dies a thousand deaths,
 But a soldier just one
 Ooohhh
 Everybody wanna go to heaven, nobody wanna go dead
 Now, I'm the one noone expected to continue makin records
 But I'm standin where I'm standin, cause I did the unexpected
 You can dislike me, but I will not be disrespected
 Not in Tennesee, or NYC, Los Angelos or Texas
 Yeah, you got style, come see me when it's perfected
 I put my money into workin, and I love me a good investment
 But if you made a record, I think people would eject it
 Cause you don't sound all that hungry, and your work ethic is suspect
 But the industry's so fake, that you will probably get accepted
 When you go back to ya neighborhood, them robber's get you naked
 (Success)
 That's when the shit gets hectic
 When the gold diggin bitches start thinkin you're attractive
 And the killas start thinkin you're fake
 And you're beginning to look more and more like a steak
 Or some country ham, some bacon and eggs
 Them headbussas thinkin bout breakin ya legs
 And the jackers is workin on gettin ya Benz
 And them kidnappers is plottin on gettin ya twins
 And the whole city obsessed with gettin ya ends
 And what's fucked up, (Ha) you got some bitches for friends
 (Strange how things) Tend to work out
 (Came a long way) No reverse now
 (Played the wrong game) Ya gettin murked out
 (Bang, bang, bang) You in the dirt, now
 Peasants of presence will have pressured our best
 I've accepted every challenge, and completed every test
 I've been blessed to have matches in the darkness
 Came a long way, and lost a lot in the process
 Cartridges shared cartilage
 Unexpected death is hard you digest
 (I request)
 That the good Lord act as a shield, and bulletproof this fortress
 And since I believe this, there's no need for a vest
 In a business reminiscent to the Wild Wild West
 Rest is for the weak, work is for the able
 Responsible to put food on multiple tables
 If the Savior was ridiculed and tortured for days,
 I can only imagine what they'll try to do to Hay
 But hey, it's all in a work day
 (Hey) And you gon have to murk Hay
 (Strange how things) Tend to work out
 (Came a long way) No reverse now
 (Played the wrong game) Ya gettin murked out
 (Bang, bang, bang) You in the dirt, now
 (Strange how things) Tend to work out
 (Came a long way) No reverse now
 (Played the wrong game) Ya gettin murked out
 (Bang, bang, bang) You in the dirt, now
 He's in a hearse now, bein chauffeured down the boulevard
 Nobody liked him, it was only bout four cars
 In the reservoir, there's no tomorrow
 Streets covered with tacks, and broken bottles
 Young dudes out there, smokin primo
 Ain't no comin back, like a broken c-note
 Old heads in the pen, over Coke
 I'm tellin ya, these muthafuckers go for broke
 Whole lotta muthafuckers overdose
 Don't just keep her here with ya, man, hold her close
 They'll roll slow, behind ya kinfolk
 Next thing ya know, a pistol stuck in ya window
 This dumb shit's no joke in the south
 Talk big, and get a beer bottle broke in ya mouth
 You a killa to some killas, who come up in ya house
 (Please don't kill me)
 Ya soundin like a bitch, right now
 (Strange how things) Tend to work out
 (Came a long way) No reverse now
 (Played the wrong game) Ya gettin murked out
 (Bang, bang, bang) You in the dirt, now
 (Strange how things) Tend to work out
 (Came a long way) No reverse now
 (Played the wrong game) Ya gettin murked out
 (Bang, bang, bang) You in the dirt, now
 You in the dirt now