Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bang, artist - Esham. Album song Repentance, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.11.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Reel Life
Song language: English
Bang |
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 shouldn’ta missed me |
Cause I’m gonna toss 'em back at ya, like hot frisbees, fucker |
BANG! |
BANG! |
BANG! |
BANG! |
It’s all I know, it’s all I do |
Countin cash in stacks, grind all night through |
I’m push the package in this bitch, I got a automatic |
I ran down your block and popped a crack addict |
Speakin' in tongues 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 tennis shoes, win or lose |
I’m finna smoke a ounce of kush, fuck George Bush |
Still on the block where it’s hot, murders be overlooked |
Dreams and nightmares, everything’s right there |
In the city that don’t care, somehow we profit off welfare |
Hell yeah! |
Pistols be poppin, coppers is droppin |
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 through 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 |
Slug from a fourty-five, I live and die |
Like the gangstas before me til they fourty-four me |
Or outlaw me, they never saw no one raw as me |
The general in this war is me |
Hitler young wigsplitter |
Kill any rapper out there, nuclear warfare |
Spit napalm, Esham, wicket like Taliban |
Push a Denali 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 5−0 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 the cops is around, I’ll bang your ass regardless |