andquot;whoand's there?andquot;
andquot;forgive me father for i have sinned.andquot;
andquot;yes my son you have a confession to make?andquot;
andquot;they want me to do it again.andquot;
andquot;those who repent shall recieve salvation.andquot;
andquot;i gotta go back...andquot;
...i bang on everything, boy
Bang! bang! bang! bang!
up jump the boogie
and youand're just a rookie
so i take your cookies boy
bang! bang! bang! bang!
iand'm getting money, i push the seven-sixty
got green like bill bixby baby
bang! bang! bang! bang!
no, you shouldna missed me
cause iand'm gonna toss and'em back at ya, like hot frisbees fucka
bang! bang! bang! bang!
itand's all i know, itand's all i do
countin cash in stacks, grind all night through
Iand'm pushinand' packages bitch
i got a automatic
i ran down your block and popped a crack addict
speakinand' in tounges since i was young. i tote a uzi
professional hitman, pop you and your floozie
whoand's he? esham, i do no interviews
bloodand's on my tennishoes, win or lose
iand'm finda smoke a ounce of kush
fuck george bush
still on the block where itand's hot murders be overlooked
dreams and nightmares
everythings right there
in the city that donand't care
somehow we profit off welfare - hell yeah
pistols be popping
coppers is dropping
no time for no bitches, keep my riches
and'less itand's coke shoppinand'
Bang! bang! bang! bang!
no, you donand't know me
i roll with my homie
itand's jesus, not unholy, ya heard me?
bang! bang! bang! bang!
i send hollows threw you , i scream andquot;hallelujahandquot;
i do ya, cause you donand't know me baby
bang! bang! bang! bang!
this is for my crips and my bloods
and all my gangstas and thugs that show slug love
bang! bang! bang! bang!
guns up in the club, holding a lot of drugs
whats really good, what?
Power and paper stacked up like skyscrapers
iand'm getting my money right
iand'm keeping my game tight
oh no
iand'm comin up on a bubble
bitches in trouble
breakin boulders like barney rubble
makinand' my pockets double (whoady)
slug from a fourty-five, i live and die
like the gangstas before me
and'till they fourty-four me
or outlaw me
they never saw no one raw as me
the general in this war is me
hilter
young wigspliter
kill any rapper out there, nuclear warfare
spit napalm, esham
wicket like taliban
pushin denally from detroit to cali, mon
wicket
wicket
wicket
itand's so wicket
wicket
the way i kick shit
Bang! bang! bang! bang!
iand'm poppinand' pistols
so duck if the bullets whistle
youand're hopin that they donand't hit you, homie
bang! bang! bang! bang!
iand'm down to buckand'em all, fuckand'em all
till they bodys in the ground where the maggots crawl
bang! bang! bang! bang!
this is not a game
say andquot;helloandquot; to my little friend.. bang bang bang
bang! bang! bang! bang!
blow out your brains
ainand't no friends in this game
fuck a five-0 and the fame
Prelude to all this evil,
some people might say itand's money whether they believe you.
judgement day is still aand'comin people, never leave me.
it will be with me forever only time i need youand's
when your fuckin head is severed stackinand'up my green books.
at night iand'm playinand' with black magic. tell me, have you seen crooks
busting off they automatics deep into the darkness?
some might even say iand'm heartless
even if tha cops is around, i bang your ass regardless.
