Bang Bang / The Environment

Intro:
Load  it up, cock it back/
Find  your target, make him fade to black/
Another stat like/

Verse 1:
Another  nigga, least in the world’s picture/
He  may have a thousand words but no respect for his scripture/
Born in environments know for dealing violence/
But  for every loud mouth is a soul that keeps silent/
Riding round the block, that lately has been hot/
Gotta keep his eyes open ain’t trying to get got/
By the wrong type of rival or most crooked of cop/
He  no thug, just a man in a land with no love/
One night the blue and whites, interrupted his life/
Confiscated his rights, all cause of the sight/
They had was not straightened/
They fear and they nerves racing/
Cause this nigga is a threat with signs of agitation/
Now this nigga’s not a saint but never was he a Satan/
He still don’t know what law he’s been breaking/
He asks what he did, that leads to confrontation/
That leads to them tasing, that leads to him shaking/
Confirms that they’re hating, he moves they say escaping/
It leads to guns raising, his fear is escalating/
He goes ten paces and hears the gun (cock) and/

Chorus:
Bang Bang, your shot/
And taken down, by the barrel that smokes/
It’s no hope when your death’s a punchline to a life seen as a joke and/
Bang Bang, your shot/
I’m in the lab with a monster watching these monsters run wild/
Another day, another stat, another child goes/
Bang Bang, your (gunshot)/

(Beat Switch)

Intro:
Now we’re all dealt a hand/
And the dealer’s always first to know the plan/
And when the dealer is the area the land/
Do you fold, do you raise, do you stand/
And even though all bets are off/
For every one win, there’s five for the loss/
So carry that crown while the shoulders hold the pounds/
Keep your ears up for the sound of them hounds/

Verse 2:
Born clean in the environment, but filth on it’s grounds had to/
(Turn it all around) yeah, he living foul/
Swept in the gang thang, preference is bang bang/
Creed and code he’d give his life to maintain/
Always keep a strap, mama want her son back/
But she still got another 3 minutes from his slap/
Who strayed from the negative and never took the sedative/
But stayed in a place where your fate is all relative/
Corners house fiends, sirens steadily scream/
And it’s pure bloodsport, the colors repping your team/
And the get money schemes ain’t no 9 to 5 thing/
They’ll be your nightmare just to live out all they dreams/
Huh, that sound familiar, our methods seem to mirror/
But the execution of it is the only thing that differs/
But I digress, with the story I’ll progress/
The next part’s vital and explains all the rest/
One night the click, he targeted a sweet lick/
That would make his fund levels go from low to legit/
Masks for the face, couple pistols for the grip/
And to getaway quick his twin brothers new whip/
Who had no idea cause he was gone on a trip/
The goons hit was in and out no slips/
Well except that plate was on the cam/
The first ride back was the last that his bro would ever see up in the land/
The environment….I think you better (Turn it all around)