"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