Esham - Bang Lyrics
"Who's there?""Forgive me father for I have sinned.""Yes my son You have a confession to make?""They want me to do it again.""Those who repent shall recieve salvation.""I gotta go back..."...I bang on everything, boyBANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!Up jump the boogieAnd you're just a rookieSo I take your cookies boyBANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!I'm getting money, I push the seven-sixtyGot green like Bill Bixby babyBANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!No, you shouldna missed meCause I'm gonna toss 'em back at ya, like hot frisbees *****aBANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!It's all I know, it's all I doCountin cash in stacks, grind all night throughI'm pushin' packages *****I got a automaticI ran down your block and popped a crack addictSpeakin' in tounges since I was young. I tote a uziProfessional hitman, pop you and your floozieWho's he? Esham, I do no interviewsBlood's on my tennishoes, win or loseI'm finda smoke a ounce of kush***** George BushStill on the block where it's hot murders be overlookedDreams and nightmaresEverythings right thereIn the city that don't careSomehow we profit off welfare - Hell yeahPistols be poppingCoppers is droppingNo time for no *****es, keep my riches'Less it's coke shoppin'BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!No, you don't know meI roll with my homieIt's Jesus, not unholy, ya heard me?BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!I send hollows threw you , I scream "Hallelujah"I do ya, cause you don't know me babyBANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!This is for my Crips and my BloodsAnd all my gangstas and thugs that show slug loveBANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!Guns up in the club, holding a lot of drugsWhats really good, what?Power and paper stacked up like skyscrapersI'm getting my money rightI'm keeping my game tightOh noI'm comin up on a bubble*****es in troubleBreakin boulders like Barney RubbleMakin' my pockets double (whoady)Slug from a fourty-five, I live and dieLike the gangstas before me'Till they fourty-four meOr outlaw meThey never saw no one raw as meThe general in this war is meHilterYoung wigspliterKill any rapper out there, nuclear warfareSpit napalm, EshamWicket like TalibanPushin denally from Detroit to Cali, monWicketWicketWicketIt's so wicketWicketThe way I kick shitBANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!I'm poppin' pistolsSo duck if the bullets whistleYou're hopin that they don't hit you, homieBANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!I'm down to buck'em all, *****'em allTill they bodys in the ground where the maggots crawlBANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!This is not a gameSay "hello" to my little friend.. Bang Bang BangBANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!Blow out your brainsAin't no friends in this game***** a five-0 and the famePrelude to all this evil,Some people might say it's money whether they believe you.Judgement day is still a'comin people, never leave me.It will be with me forever only time i need you'sWhen your *****in head is severed stackin'up my green books.At night I'm playin' with black magic. Tell me, have you seen crooksBusting off they automatics deep into the darkness?Some might even say i'm heartlessEven if tha cops is around, I bang your ass regardless.
