Текст песни Bang

"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?
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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.

Esham Bang