[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
We gon' thug this shit out
We gon' thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
We gon' thug this shit out
We gon' thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang

[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
Now throw your sets up, nigga
Gang bang, bang bang
We keep long gats and big chains
I don't like having sex, I like brains
And smoke some blend, fams, with five in the Range
And it's, nuthin' for me, to shit on your three
I'm from Iraq, twenty minutes from Q.B
I'm M.U., so you should just let us be
Or find yourself shot up, in the hospit-ee
You'll be leakin', and throw in ya face, some hot tea
Yo it's Nore, but you can call me P-O-P
And getta dose of the dope, but don't just O.D
Only white girl I'll fuck is Pamela Lee
And I'm gangsta, so some niggas call me G
Melvin Flynt, hustling was born in me
So yo, bitch, come and do a porn with me
Or come to North Carolina and perform with me

[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
We gon' thug this shit out
We gon' thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
We gon' thug this shit out
We gon' thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang

[Verse 2: Capone]
Yo, yo, yo
I'ma take it back to when I used to pop pist-als
Sling crystal, gamble on the block with pits out
Kept my work in my bitch house, right in the closet
I won't front, I'll bring the drama, nigga, right to the projects
When it's cold, I remain the hottest
I bring the thug niggas, you bougie?
I'll leave blood, all on your Pradas
Niggas' lifestyles deserve Oscars, you so funny
Claim you kingpin – and ain't even fuckin' wit ho money
I'm gangsta, to the jail wounds, check my records
I keep the stash, grip of armor, where I select my weapons
This young mindstate crime infested, I'ma get straight to the message
I spit records, and I rep my necklace
Do the door want beef? Right where the steps is
I walk the hood, niggas pay homage 'cause of my essence
It ain't nothing, I catch any charge, get out on bail
Fuck records, this shit was platinum when it touched the reel, muthafucka

[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
We gon' thug this shit out
We gon' thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
We gon' thug this shit out
We gon' thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang

[Verse 3: Foxy Brown]
Hot damn, ho, here we go again
Pop shit like a cock, light weight as your rocks, bitch
Ya talk slick, fuck is all that sneak shit?
You and Diddy, y'all kill me with that subliminal shit
Bitch, why's you frontin' and kickin' that street shit?
Please, impress me, go back to that freak shit
While your broke-ass was guzzlin' nuts and shit
I was choppin' the weight, sneakin' O-Z's and shit
A decoy bitch, like the Feds lie in you
Ain't you supposed to have a little bit of Bed-Stuy in you?
Brooklyn don't raise hoes, just slip, and graze hoes
What, bitch? You're soft and you pussy, name hoes
So fuck ya niggas too, them niggas can get it too
Them faggots act more bitch than you
Let the nigga rest in peace, and hop off his dick, bitch, do you
And y'all hoes is like "Fuck Fox," well, screw y'all too
Let's be truthful, give a fuck if ya album pushed back
And when it hit the streets, bitch, you're still weak
You still sound lame and my name still reign
And I still pop them thing things, and bang bang, bitch
Rep for ya hood – Brooklyn, QB Queensbridge, Iraq...

[Chorus: N.O.R.E.]
We gon' thug this shit out
We gon' thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
We gon' thug this shit out
We gon' thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang