Bang
Young Capone Lyrics
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Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
If you ain't from round here dog don't even come around
Twist ya fingers up bang motherfucker bang
Throw ya hoods up bang motherfucker bang
Eastside! (Hit 'em up bang motherfucker bang)
Do ya thug thing gon' get 'em up
Represent ya side nigga hit 'em up
Disrespect we gon' take it there
We 30 deep lil nigga we ain't fighting fair
You better holla at ya partners
Before we catch them outside and hit they ass wit dem choppers
The .45 make my pants sag
Catch me bouncing through the club wit my black flag
You don't like it do something nigga
Where I'm from if we don't like it we do something nigga
And you know we gon' ride homes
Stomped a nigga ass out until they turn the lights on
[Chorus]
Me and Jeezy on the back street
Choppers in the back seat
What we fin to do the questions yean even gotta ask me
Desert in my lap and skullcap and a black tee
Looking for the niggas that say they fin to attack me
Turn the music down low and let the 'llac creep
Fuck the police I give a damn if they catch me
Wait a minute that's that nigga looking at me
Let off 50 shots you niggas ran like a track meet
I know my partners would have did the job for a flat fee
But seeing dem niggas bleed is the only thing that's gon' relax me
I'm hands on nigga damn what you say
All them games that you play don't stand a chance in the A nigga
[Chorus]
Roll up on yo block
All the bullshit stops
Man hoe know that I'm the prince so that ass gon' drop
I was born in the A with things in the way
Smoke weed everyday
Zone 3 where I stay
Yeah I think I'm the shit cause I got an SS
But the shit a old folk so you can receive the letter
I'm the best of the best
And the freshest of the fresh
Gotta pistol black out wit an Atlanta Hawk vest
Gotta lifetime of trouble and my brain still nervous
I don't rep the A by mistake I do the shit on purpose
Do it how it's worth it rim and the cars swerving
It ain't nothing but Lil Scrappy and g's up to start murkinin' ya
[Chorus]
In Young Capone's song "Bang," the lyrics are focused on representing one's side and being tough in the face of danger. The chorus repeats the phrase "hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down," which is essentially a call to arms for fellow Atlantans to represent their city and gang signs. The lyrics also reference the use of firearms ("throw ya hoods up bang motherfucker bang", "we catch them outside and hit they ass wit dem choppers") and the willingness to use them to defend oneself and their turf.
The second verse features a collaboration with Jeezy, and describes riding in a car with weapons and being prepared for an attack. The lyrics express a disregard for law enforcement and a tendency towards violence ("seeing dem niggas bleed is the only thing that's gon' relax me"). The song also references Lil Scrappy and the Atlanta Hawks, further cementing the emphasis on Atlanta pride and toughness.
Overall, "Bang" is a song that celebrates gang culture and promotes the use of violence as a means of defending oneself and one's territory. While the lyrics may be controversial and glorify a dangerous lifestyle, they nonetheless provide insight into the perspectives and attitudes of those involved in gang activity.
Line by Line Meaning
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Let's get ready to attack them, make peace afterwards and mark our territory by letting them know who's in charge in Atlanta
If you ain't from round here dog don't even come around
We don't welcome outsiders, stay away if you're not from Atlanta
Twist ya fingers up bang motherfucker bang
Make a gang sign and show everyone that you're not to be messed with
Throw ya hoods up bang motherfucker bang
Raise your hood and let everyone know what gang you belong to
Eastside! (Hit 'em up bang motherfucker bang)
Represent the Eastside and show them what we're made of
Westside! (Hit 'em up, bang motherfucker bang)
Represent the Westside and show them what we're made of
Do ya thug thing gon' get 'em up
Act like a thug and get ready to fight
Represent ya side nigga hit 'em up
Represent your gang, show them what you're made of and fight to defend your territory
Disrespect we gon' take it there
If you disrespect us, we will show you that we're not to be messed with
We 30 deep lil nigga we ain't fighting fair
We have a group of 30 people and we're ready to fight, we don't play fair
You better holla at ya partners
You better call your friends and tell them to avoid us or else they'll get hurt
Before we catch them outside and hit they ass wit dem choppers
Before we find your friends and attack them with our guns
The .45 make my pants sag
My gun is so heavy that it makes my pants sag
Catch me bouncing through the club wit my black flag
You can find me in the club waving my black gang flag
You don't like it do something nigga
If you have a problem with me, do something about it
Where I'm from if we don't like it we do something nigga
In Atlanta, we're not afraid to take action if we don't like something
And you know we gon' ride homes
We're not going to back down, we're ready to fight
Stomped a nigga ass out until they turn the lights on
We'll keep beating someone up until the lights turn on and break up the fight
Me and Jeezy on the back street
Me and Jeezy are on the back street, ready to cause trouble
Choppers in the back seat
We have guns in the back seat of our car
What we fin to do the questions yean even gotta ask me
Don't ask me what we're going to do, you already know
Desert in my lap and skullcap and a black tee
I have a Desert Eagle gun in my lap, wearing a skullcap and black t-shirt
Looking for the niggas that say they fin to attack me
We're looking for the people who threatened us and said they're going to attack us
Turn the music down low and let the 'llac creep
Lower the music and let the car move slowly and quietly
Fuck the police I give a damn if they catch me
I don't care about the police, I'll keep breaking the law
Wait a minute that's that nigga looking at me
Someone's looking at us, we're ready to fight if necessary
Let off 50 shots you niggas ran like a track meet
We shot 50 bullets and the people ran away as if they were in a track meet
I know my partners would have did the job for a flat fee
My gang members would have committed the crime for money
But seeing dem niggas bleed is the only thing that's gon' relax me
What makes me happy is seeing people from the opposing gang bleeding
I'm hands on nigga damn what you say
I'm not afraid to use violence and fight
All them games that you play don't stand a chance in the A nigga
Your games won't work in Atlanta, we're too tough and ruthless
Roll up on yo block
We're coming to your neighborhood
All the bullshit stops
We're going to end all the nonsense with our gang violence
Man hoe know that I'm the prince so that ass gon' drop
The other gangs know that I'm the leader and they'll lose if they try to fight me
I was born in the A with things in the way
I grew up in Atlanta with lots of obstacles and hardships
Smoke weed everyday
I smoke weed every day and it helps me cope with my problems
Zone 3 where I stay
I live in Zone 3 of Atlanta
Yeah I think I'm the shit cause I got an SS
I feel amazing because I have a really nice car
But the shit a old folk so you can receive the letter
My car is actually old and not that great but let's pretend it is
I'm the best of the best
I'm better than anyone else, especially in my gang
And the freshest of the fresh
I'm super cool and stylish
Gotta pistol black out wit an Atlanta Hawk vest
I have a gun and I'm wearing a vest representing the Atlanta Hawks basketball team
Gotta lifetime of trouble and my brain still nervous
I've been in a lot of trouble and it still affects me
I don't rep the A by mistake I do the shit on purpose
I choose to represent Atlanta, it's not a mistake
Do it how it's worth it rim and the cars swerving
Do it to the best of your ability and make it look cool
It ain't nothing but Lil Scrappy and g's up to start murkinin' ya
It's just Lil Scrappy and his gang members coming to start trouble and possibly kill you
Lyrics Ā© Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CLIFFORD JOSEPH HARRIS, DARRYL RICHARDSON II, JAY JENKINS, PHALON ANTON ALEXANDER, ZACHERY WALLACE
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