"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     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'     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.