Bang Bang - Reks, Ruste Juxx, The Arcitype

Bang bang

To know the truth and tell it and I been called heretic

The poor population permanently in epidemic

Living condition ain’t hereditary, REKS is skeptic (?)

Pressure to leave a mirror image on structures all for a necklace

Skin color definite (?), My brother’s wealth is expendable to me long as I’m

leaving with this money

Funny, they sit back and laugh at it when brothers blast at us, we.

God fear us

Please, police gang bang until we bleed

Crip, Bloody-blood fluid, bust Rugers to maneuver the hellish slums in the

cells they hum, pictures of.

live and die by the gun

Villified since he was young, decide to be so villainous

It’s all a system amplifying the ignorance

Glorify differences, Even if we one and the same…

What’s that you claim?

Bang bang bang bang

Murder, more murder, more homicide in the ghettos

Bang bang bang bang

Murder, more murder, more homicide in the ghettos

Homicide of the lazy, how the world made em

We’re all fucking crazy, nigga pick another color then they pushin daisies

Living in the moment, looking at your brother like opponents

Kill another man for clothing, block rolling

Shotty totin', taste blood, mouth opened

Leave another nigga dead on your couch, cousin

Fuck your house, if you rep a nigga point em out

Turn your stomach to a spouse (?) so we pour em out

Here come the snouts watch your mouth when they come around

They got a unit for your ass so they’re coming down

Another young black male found under jail

Liquor pourin, let us mourn, won’t ya?

Teddy bears on the trees from cees (?

) killed on the corner

Kids hit by strays cause crime pays, niggers pay just to do their thing and let

it rain

Bang, bang!

Bang bang bang bang

Murder, more murder, more homicide in the ghettos

Bang bang bang bang

Murder, more murder, more homicide in the ghettos

Police patrols are supposed to protect the innocent

Why you think Bobbie Seale militant?

How you think killing get out of control in ghettos

It just goes to show with.

citizens

My sneakers and my skin color, what’s the difference?

Catch another body like syphilis

Put the flag on his head layin on his death bed

I don’t give a fuck nigga, that’s what his daddy said

I don’t give a fuck nigga, that’s what his momma said

Karma lead to a box six feet under legs

Some are fed with the misconception

Kids under protection

We’re all headin' to hell, pick your direction

Huh, a demon in the flesh, let us pray again

Learn your lesson, bandannas under the church clothes when gang signs was the

reverend

But he found the Lord when his homie found the morgue

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang bang

Murder, more murder, more homicide in the ghettos

Bang bang bang bang

Murder, more murder, more homicide in the ghettos