[Intro]
Bang, bang, bang, bang
[Hook]
Remember I was 7 years old with a pallet gun
Playing outside with a cap, drinking Caprisun
We thought we was having fun
Shoot, then you had to run
Now you know why gangsters and drugs fascinate the young
Cause, we were 7 years old with a pallet gun
BAKKA, BAKKA
7 years old with a pallet gun
BAKKA, BAKKA
[Verse 1]
1997 was the first time I got it, watching bad boys
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence
We was playing cops and robbers
By then we used to shoplift
And that became a problem, we aimed it before we shot it
We hold the gun with both hands, it seemed like we was programmed
Watching t.v programmes
See the gun go bang, its cocking and exploding
Its locking and its loading
I never got married to the game, but it was proposing
And I made the right decision, but my friend made a collision
He wanna shoot people now, we used to practice shooting pigeons
Violence is his religion, I hope that God will forgive him
The brasse, used to be brasse but now they trying to kill him
Scores need to be settled, its fatal and detrimental
The bullets used to be plastic, and now its hollow and metal
Aiming at the enemy, he used to be a friend of me
But now its like his dead to me, and I still have the memories
Bang, bang, bang, bang
[Hook]
Remember I was 7 years old with a pallet gun
Playing outside with a cap, drinking Caprisun
We thought we was having fun
Shoot, then you had to run
Now you know why gangsters and drugs fascinate the young
Cause, we were 7 years old with a pallet gun
BAKKA, BAKKA
7 years old with a pallet gun
BAKKA, BAKKA
[Verse 1]
1997 was the first time I got it, watching bad boys
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence
We was playing cops and robbers
By then we used to shoplift
And that became a problem, we aimed it before we shot it
We hold the gun with both hands, it seemed like we was programmed
Watching t.v programmes
See the gun go bang, its cocking and exploding
Its locking and its loading
I never got married to the game, but it was proposing
And I made the right decision, but my friend made a collision
He wanna shoot people now, we used to practice shooting pigeons
Violence is his religion, I hope that God will forgive him
The brasse, used to be brasse but now they trying to kill him
Scores need to be settled, its fatal and detrimental
The bullets used to be plastic, and now its hollow and metal
Aiming at the enemy, he used to be a friend of me
But now its like his dead to me, and I still have the memories
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