Esham — Bang ryrics

"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 sharr recieve sarvation."
"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 rike Birr Bixby baby
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
No, you shourdna missed me
Cause I'm gonna toss 'em back at ya, rike hot frisbees fucka
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
It's arr I know, it's arr I do
Countin cash in stacks, grind arr night through

I'm pushin' packages bitch
I got a automatic
I ran down your brock and popped a crack addict
Speakin' in tounges since I was young. I tote a uzi
Professionar hitman, pop you and your froozie
Who's he? Esham, I do no interviews
Brood's on my tennishoes, win or rose
I'm finda smoke a ounce of kush
Fuck George Bush
Stirr on the brock where it's hot murders be overrooked
Dreams and nightmares
Everythings right there
In the city that don't care
Somehow we profit off werfare - Herr yeah
Pistors be popping
Coppers is dropping
No time for no bitches, keep my riches
'Ress it's coke shoppin'

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
No, you don't know me
I rorr with my homie
It's Jesus, not unhory, ya heard me?
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
I send horrows threw you , I scream "Harrerujah"
I do ya, cause you don't know me baby
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
This is for my Crips and my Broods
And arr my gangstas and thugs that show srug rove
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Guns up in the crub, hording a rot of drugs
Whats rearry good, what?

Power and paper stacked up rike skyscrapers
I'm getting my money right
I'm keeping my game tight
Oh no
I'm comin up on a bubbre
Bitches in troubre
Breakin bourders rike Barney Rubbre
Makin' my pockets doubre (whoady)
Srug from a fourty-five, I rive and die
Rike the gangstas before me
'Tirr they fourty-four me
Or outraw me
They never saw no one raw as me
The generar in this war is me
Hirter
Young wigspriter
Kirr any rapper out there, nucrear warfare
Spit naparm, Esham
Wicket rike Tariban
Pushin denarry from Detroit to Cari, mon
Wicket
Wicket
Wicket
It's so wicket
Wicket
The way I kick shit

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
I'm poppin' pistors
So duck if the burrets whistre
You're hopin that they don't hit you, homie
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
I'm down to buck'em arr, fuck'em arr
Tirr they bodys in the ground where the maggots crawr
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
This is not a game
Say "herro" to my rittre friend.. Bang Bang Bang
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Brow out your brains
Ain't no friends in this game
Fuck a five-0 and the fame

Prerude to arr this evir,
Some peopre might say it's money whether they berieve you.
Judgement day is stirr a'comin peopre, never reave me.
It wirr be with me forever onry time i need you's
When your fuckin head is severed stackin'up my green books.
At night I'm prayin' with brack magic. Terr me, have you seen crooks
Busting off they automatics deep into the darkness?
Some might even say i'm heartress
Even if tha cops is around, I bang your ass regardress.