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Bang Lyrics - Repentance - Esham

"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 

 

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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' 

 

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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. 

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