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ESHAM LYRICS

"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 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.