Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Bang Bang [#]’ by 50 Cent. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 50 Cent or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Bang bang
Bang bang
Bang bang
I shot you down, bang bang
You hit the ground, bang bang
That aweful sound, bang bang
I used to shoot you down
Don’t nobody want to die, but everybody want to ball
Somebody gotta go, when them killa’s call
You know it’s in us all, you just gotta find it and use it
You can get away with it, if you don’t abuse it
The streets talk, the beats mark, ’cause that heat comin’
And if they know that you did it, you better keep runnin’
I think I see sumthin, there go my enemy
Only lord knows where this nigga f’nd to be
Tennakee, still the price is as real if you look it
Might give it to you for 5, depend on if I took it
Nigga anything goes, my shop never close
From the nickels and the dimes to the whole kilo
The real niggas feel me, the haters want to kill me
But I’m holdin’ down my city, me and this 9 milli
While your throwin’ bricks, and hidin’ ya heads
Homie, I know where you hang
Ain’t no thang to walk up and let that chopper go…
Bang bang
I shot you down, bang bang
You hit the ground, bang bang
That awefull sound, bang bang
I used to shoot you down
Now all the gangsta’s pray
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me
Just think if I ain’t empty the clip, and he killed me
Would I still be livin’?, would my homeboy’s miss me?
How many niggas bust they gun when they have to?
Don’t need no ski mask when it’s time to get at you
I’m glad you done seen what it look like when we left
Brain fragments from shot-gun blasts’ll take a nigga breathe
It’s death before dishonesty, dope deals and robbery
Poppa wasn’t around, but that shit didn’t bother me
I’d probably be in the penitentary
But I played the cards, the dead lord sent to me
The whole truth, I use this booth to speak to my thug niggas
Why you mad at me? the government’s the drug dealers
Before I let this police kid harass me
This rookie ass cop gon’ have to blast me
He asked me for identification, I looked at him and laughed
He made a move and I heard a blast
That’s what you get, bitch
Bang bang
I shot you down, bang bang
You hit the ground, bang bang
That awefull sound, bang bang
I used to shoot you down
Now all the gangsta’s pray
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me
It’s goin down around here nigga
Get ya muthafuckin head bust
Them muthafuckin street lights go out
And them real niggas come out
All the bitch niggas go in the house
Just not a game, man
Don’t f*ck around and lose your brain
And hey, all my real niggas pray
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me
Lord, forgive me
But he tried to kill me
Somebody out there gotta feel me