When the gun goes bang bang bang, who's gonna know who's the one? No, nobody knows. 
When the gun goes bang bang bang, who's gonna know who's the one? No, nobody knows. 

Takin' it back to 94, when niggas was dealin' the finest soul, 
Crack the hit then [bad word] it up, and baby gangstas was full of they cluck. 
Pluck the feathers up off the duck, you stuck like chuck if carried the banter 
Pistol player knuckled up, then better to telling the children to scatter 
Everyone knows don't [bad word] with them ho's drinking with keisha from out they yo 
Full of that clearly pop a silly when niggas first heard the choppers city 
And I was a dancin' b-boy who resorted to slinging them heat boys 
And jackin' them cars, mackin' them broads, sadistic [bad word]  then flipped the script. 
I don't wan' sound like a hypocrite, but momma raised me for greatness, 
but we broke as [bad word] and hope is stuck and New Orleans defines the cage hits 
The animal house like getting out like takin' food from a animals mouth, 
roar roar like the dungeon dragon, takin' it back to the cannibals house 

When the gun goes bang bang bang, who's gonna know who's the one? No, no nobody knows. 
When the gun goes bang bang bang, who's gonna know who's the one? No, no nobody knows. 

I'm from a place you couldn't imagine, beautiful women some Creole with [bad word] 
Them niggas are hazards, we [bad word]  they crabbin', and changin lanes like benjamin massing 
From 10 to 12 they thinkin' it's cool, something awful when they aint in the mood. 
Don't get 'em bent, [bad word] that innocence, cause in a sense they film as you. 
Where they mommas at, where they mommas at? Nobody knows, nobody cares. 
To claim your [bad word] go through the [bad word] [bad word] with them,when nobody dares 
Your job, yes, ya ho-jocker, put that pop on you like Redenbacher 
The things they say, the slang they use, catching kung fu while they bangin' the tools. 

When the gun goes bang bang bang, who's gonna know the one? No, nobody knows. 
When the gun goes bang bang bang, who's gonna know the one? No, nobody knows. 

Even when it's cold outside 'round here. It's a 100 degrees, I keep the heat around here. 
It's when you least expect it, people creep up from the rear, 
it's racking my brain cannot contain my fear. 
'Cause even when it's cold outside 'round here. It's a 100 degrees, I keep the heat around here. 
It's when you least expect it, people creep up from the rear, 
it's racking my brain cannot contain my fear.