Esham "Bang" |
"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, boy BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Up jump the boogie And you're just a rookie So I take your cookies, boy BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! I'm getting money, I push the seven-sixty Got green like Bill Bixby baby BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! No, you should'na missed me Cause I'm gonna toss them back at ya Like hot frisbees fucka BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! It's all I know, it's all I do Counting cash in stacks, grind all night through I'm pushing packages bitch I got a automatic I ran down your block and popped a crack addict Speaking in tongues since I was young I tote a uzi Professional hitman, pop you and your floozie Who's he? Esham, I do no interviews Blood's on my tennishoes, win or lose I'm finda smoke a ounce of kush Fuck George Bush Still on the block where it's hot murders be overlooked Dreams and nightmares Everythings right there In the city that don't care Somehow we profit off welfare Hell yeah Pistols be popping Coppers is dropping No time for no bitches, keep my riches Less it's coke shopping BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! No, you don't know me I roll with my homie It'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 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 I'm getting my money right I'm keeping my game tight Oh no I'm coming up on a bubble Bitches in trouble Breaking boulders like Barney Rubble Making my pockets double (Whoady) Slug from a fourty-five, I live and die Like the gangstas before me 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 Pushing denally from Detroit to Cali, mon Wicked Wicked Wicked It's so wicked Wicked The way I kick shit BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! I'm popping pistols So duck if the bullets whistle You're hoping that they don't hit you, homie BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! I'm down to buck them all, fuck them all Till they body's in the ground where the maggots crawl BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! This is not a game Say "Hello" to my little friend Bang, Bang, Bang BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Blow out your brains Ain't no friends in this game Fuck a five-0 and the fame Prelude to all this evil Some people might say it's money whether they believe you Judgement day is still a coming people, never leave me It will be with me forever only time I need you's When your fucking head is severed stacking up my green books At night I'm playing with black magic Tell me, have you seen crooks? Busting off they automatics deep into the darkness? Some might even say I'm heartless Even if the cops is around, I bang your ass regardless Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |