Artist/Band:
ESham
Lyrics for Song: Bang
Lyrics for Album: Repentance [2003]
"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
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