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([Esham] and {priest} at Confession booth) {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.] [Esham] I bang on everything, boy [Chorus] 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 [Esham] I'm push the package in this 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 tennis shoes, win or lose I'm finna smoke a ounce of kush, fuck George Bush Still on the block where it's ho,t 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 poppin, coppers is droppin No time for no bitches, keep my riches less it's coke shoppin' [Esham] 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? [Esham] 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 wigspliter 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 [Chorus] 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 [Esham] 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 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