"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 shouldna missed me Cause I'm gonna toss 'em back at ya, like hot frisbees fucka BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! It's all I know, it's all I do Countin cash in stacks, grind all night through
I'm pushin' packages bitch I got a automatic I ran down your block and popped a crack addict Speakin' in tounges 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 shoppin'
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 comin up on a bubble Bitches in trouble Breakin boulders like Barney Rubble Makin' 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 Pushin denally from Detroit to Cali, mon Wicket Wicket Wicket It's so wicket Wicket The way I kick shit
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! I'm poppin' pistols So duck if the bullets whistle You're hopin that they don't hit you, homie BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! I'm down to buck'em all, fuck'em all Till they bodys 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'comin people, never leave me. It will be with me forever only time i need you's When your fuckin head is severed stackin'up my green books. At night I'm playin' 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 tha cops is around, I bang your ass regardless. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
