| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG!
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| Up jump the boogie
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| And you’re just a rookie
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| So I take your cookies, boy
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| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG!
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| I’m getting money, I push the seven-sixty
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| Got green like Bill Bixby, baby
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| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG!
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| No, you shouldn’ta missed me
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| Cause I’m gonna toss 'em back at ya, like hot frisbees, fucker
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| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG!
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| It’s all I know, it’s all I do
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| Countin cash in stacks, grind all night through
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| I’m push the package in this bitch, I got a automatic
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| I ran down your block and popped a crack addict
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| Speakin' in tongues since I was young; |
| I tote a uzi
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| Professional hitman, pop you and your floozie
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| Who’s he? |
| Esham, I do no interviews
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| Blood’s on my tennis shoes, win or lose
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| I’m finna smoke a ounce of kush, fuck George Bush
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| Still on the block where it’s hot, murders be overlooked
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| Dreams and nightmares, everything’s right there
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| In the city that don’t care, somehow we profit off welfare
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| Hell yeah! |
| Pistols be poppin, coppers is droppin
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| No time for no bitches, keep my riches less it’s coke shoppin'
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| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG!
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| No, you don’t know me
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| I roll with my homie
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| It’s Jesus, not unholy, ya heard me?
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| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG!
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| I send hollows through you, I scream «Hallelujah»
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| I do ya, cause you don’t know me baby
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| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG!
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| This is for my Crips and my Bloods
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| And all my gangstas and thugs that show slug love
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| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG!
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| Guns up in the club, holding a lot of drugs
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| Whats really good, what?
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| Power and paper stacked up like skyscrapers
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| I’m getting my money right, I’m keeping my game tight
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| Oh no! |
| I’m comin up on a bubble, bitches in trouble
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| Breakin boulders like Barney Rubble, makin' my pockets double
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| Slug from a fourty-five, I live and die
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| Like the gangstas before me til they fourty-four me
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| Or outlaw me, they never saw no one raw as me
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| The general in this war is me
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| Hitler young wigsplitter
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| Kill any rapper out there, nuclear warfare
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| Spit napalm, Esham, wicket like Taliban
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| Push a Denali from Detroit to Cali, mon
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| Wicket!, Wicket! |
| Wicket!, It’s so wicket!
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| Wicket! |
| The way I kick shit
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| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG!
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| I’m poppin' pistols
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| So duck if the bullets whistle
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| You’re hopin that they don’t hit you, homie
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| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG!
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| I’m down to buck’em all, fuck’em all
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| Till they bodys in the ground where the maggots crawl
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| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG!
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| This is not a game
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| Say «hello» to my little friend. |
| Bang Bang Bang
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| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG! |
| BANG!
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| Blow out your brains
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| Ain’t no friends in this game
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| Fuck a 5−0 and the fame
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| Prelude to all this evil
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| Some people might say it’s money whether they believe you
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| Judgement day is still a’comin people, never leave me
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| It will be with me forever only time I need you’s
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| When your fuckin head is severed stackin’up my green books
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| At night I’m playin' with black magic, tell me, have you seen crooks
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| Busting off they automatics deep into the darkness?
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| Some might even say I’m heartless
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| Even if the cops is around, I’ll bang your ass regardless |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bang , by - Esham. Song from the album Repentance, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп