Well where I stay its like basehead Heaven
Brothers clock dollars 24-7
Some get caught and some don't
Some'll make big money, some won't
Some bite the bullet the hard way
Brothers play the game of death but don't know how to play
Money in ya pocket can't roll cause you're square
Livin day to day is a black man's dare
Money things and jealousy's a big parta life
You thought you was the man till they stabbed you with a knife
They took ya whole stack for a piece crack
Brothas don't know how to act, watch ya back
(CHORUS)
They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back
They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back
They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back
They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back
Grow up in the ghetto actin savage
When junkies smoked dope and murder was average
How could you cope in the city of dope
Young brotha hangin from a tree by a rope
Ya sellin pound to pound earnin nothin but a name
In the streets ya got fame, but the chilla all the same
Flashin cash and thinkin you're on top
But you fell to the bottom when the gun went pop
A brotha who's nothin will always have nothin thats a fact
People don't know how to act, watch ya back
(CHORUS)
Walkin down the street around 12 at night
Tryin to sell rocks but ain't a base head in sight
One pops up from outta nowhere
And then another and another and another
Shoulda watcha back like a soldier
I told ya
They're gonna getcha brotha
(CHORUS)
[Esham]
Well I was thinkin to myself, how could I get mental
And drop a wicked track over a funky instrumental
I rhyme for the mind then in time you will find
The seven sign of death, and I am the seventh sign
The crew is like a devil, but the devil is the crew
It's not what you know, it's only what you proof
Some ask me many questions and wonder my religion
I'm losin my religion, that answer's your decision
Blacks killin blacks, seems to be the new tray
Thought shall not diss Esham, that's a sin
My favorite number 666, so guess again
And if you feel the need to pray, say amen
The drum is wicked, I think I heard him kick it
This beat is like a pussy to me, so I'mma dick it
I'm some like Dr. Jeckyl, but more like Mr. Hyde
Some people heard my rap, now they commitin suicide
Now tell me is that crazy, like Rosemary's baby
I don't give a fuck, so your death didn't phase me
Some call me a psychotic, I'm more like a narcotic
My poetry's a riot, and I'm down wit mill like product
The answer's to your questions, might off to make ya vomit
So therefore when you ask me, I'm supposed to say 'no comment'
I'm feelin rather splendin, some people I've offended
But you bought my record, it wasn't recommended
I'm in the top ten, amen, Esham the Unholy, so here we go again
No bloops, no bleeps, no blunders, no blurs
My style is unisex, for his and hers
Someone to ride my topics, unholy like I drop it
For suckers like you, I keep my pistol in my pocket
So please no disruptions, or rude interruptions
There will be a penalty for bitin what I'm bustin
So please understand, that I'm the fuckin man
Some people hear my music and they think I should be banned
[various talk and samples]
[Esham]
One for the treble, two for the devil
Three for your grave that I dug wit the shovel
I'm runnin down the line and say a funky rhyme
Some more wicket shit for the very last time
I'm not the from old school and new school grade
I dropped outta school, sixteen and got paid
I'm glockin crazy dollars while ya fly girlie hollas
I got much game, don't need no rope around my collar
I treat a bitch like a ho, a ho like a freak
Then I daze, in amaze, by the way I speak
I'mma say what I wanna say in any fuckin kinda way
Half you fuckas out there, don't even know the time or day
[Esham]
Nineteen ninety nigga sick, FBI all on my dick
Life or death, if I had to pick
Rather be safe and sound like DJ Quik
You might see me smashin ghost, 8-5-0
Cuz I move twenty pictures back in '94
A bitch ain't shit if she out for dough
Reach back like a pimp, slap the ho
Niggas' niggas go to jail, and tell the dirt in the streets
I'mma make my pitbulls eat bloody in meat
Police wanna see a nigga face defeat
Watch the shit get bloody, next time we meet, nigga
[Chorus 2X]
Suffer the consequences
Suffer the consequence
[Esham]
I'm always a witness to some type of crime
The City I live in'll make ya lose ya mind
If you see a drive-by, act like ya blind
If you tell on me, that ass is mine
My nigga got caught, wit a half on the third
Heard he singin to the feds like a mockingbird
Niggas' niggas got to kill him, that's all I heard
Next day is bloody body, got smoke like herb
Police askin questions, plus the IRS
Know my telephone number, and my home address
Momma wonderin how can my baby be involved in this mess
From ill street politics I got mental stress, I'ma
[Chorus 2X]
[Esham]
Police raid my house and found 18 chickens
Threw my bitch on the floor, and still screamin and kickin
Six in the mornin was the time of the of the stickin
Heard nigga don't move and shotguns clickin
Hundred g's in my safe but I came up short
They only said I only had ten when I went to court
Plus I got two warrants of child support
Ever seen a baller fall, nigga ain't no joke
They say they got a witness, who a testify
On conspiracy, and murder wit no alibi
I'm thinkin to myself, damn, I wish they all day
25, wit an ill nigga, bound to cry, so I
[Chorus 4X]
* originally on Natas ";Multikillionaire";
[Esham]
Now as I speak the wicket poetry that got you all scared of me
Blasphemy, I'm sacrilegious nigga, don't you ever forget this
When I hit the scene, I'm the number one murder suspect, suicide
I'm yellin out die, die, die, die, you layin down while ya momma cry
Did it ever occur to you, I sold my soul, I will never fold
Niggas ain't nuthin but a bunch of hoes, thinkin that don't nobody know
Hey nigga, I want you dead, bloody murder, never restin
I know killas that's adolescent, jet by murder to be desperate
If you ain't prepared to die nigga
Don't play the game of death, that I'm playin
Cuz the niggas I know is prayin, wit AK in they hayin
Say, I want that nigga dead, three times in the dark, while I'm rappin
And before this song is over, watch my demons go cap 'em
[Chorus 4X]
I want that nigga dead, there's a price on ya head
[Esham]
You say you want that nigga dead, because you hate his fuckin guts
He always talkin that hole ass shit about you, thinkin you ain't got no nuts
Is you ever gonna show that nigga that you ain't scared of his ass
Is you down to blast in the broad daylight without your ski mask
It went down, so fuck it fast, you drop the gun out ya hand
You shot a man, he was screamin, he was bloody, so you ran
So now you paranoid, so now you paranoid, so people you avoid
Suicidal, smokin on them Dead Flowerz, destroy, nigga
You better run for your life, that's all you can do
Cuz I know what they gon' say, when they catch up wit you, they'll say
[Chorus 4X]
[Esham]
See they want me dead so much, these voices in my head won't let me rest
Razor blade inside my mouth, I'm carvin nottas in ya chest
Tell your preacher, I'mma kill 'em, cuz they ain't no way to stop me
You can't hurt me, if you squirt me, I won't die, even if you pop me
Think you wit H-O-L-Y, and I sing that murder lullabye
So when another die, don't blame the Devil, blame that other guy
We all live on this planet, babies born and seein
So niggas commit suicide as soon as I begin
Unholy, unholy, you don't know me, but you owe me
You soul, nigga roll, go outta control
Cuz if they catch you, they gon' stretch you
And I bet you they will let you bite a check
Wit ya mouth through ya asshole
[Chorus to fade]
[Esham]
Usin my inhibitions, callin my intuitions
Something's goin on if I'm feelin not superstitious
I'm vicious, I'm trapped inside the paradox
When my thoughts get twisted like some dreadlocks
I never or ever wondered 'bout the Voodoo
I sing the Voodoo, and now my deepest fears is comin through
I never loved ya, but I hate ya Isle
How could I love you, how, because I hate you know
So when you, I take you under, wit the wicked men
And wit the wickedness, I make a preacher slit his fuckin wrist
No comin near me, when I'm thinkin this
Cuz when I'm thinkin this, I'm thinkin suicidalist, uh
So back up off me, bust a brain sale, I bust a brain cell
I fall asleep and dream about hell
Some wonder why I'm even callin ya
The sky is fallin y'all, but after all it's my deepest feeling
[Chorus]
Morty (nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide)
Morty (how you gon hide from the fears inside)
[Esham]
Can't decode dependencies, suicidal tendencies
Brain your melt down, street lobotomy
Claustrophobia, locked in the pine box
Now I lay me down to sleep, six feet deep
Closed Casket, just another basket case
Not a mannequin, but a mad man, so you panic kid
Run from it, everybody scared, so you're callin out
Buckshots, shotgun blast, now you fallin out
Everybody hide from the deepest fears inside
Watch me and my man Morty take you on a murder ride
Suicide symptoms of the sanity, I'm blankin out
Polly want a cracker, but I'm never ever crankin out
Call me Dr. Frankenstein, dead bodies thinkin I'm
Gonna get, wit ya, when I hit ya, I'mma slit ya
Nobody can hold me, other safe is clear
Buried alive in the pine box is my deepest fear
[Chorus]
[Esham]
It's ever so clear, my deepest fear is to hit the screens
The sounds of a madman, embattled in Morty's Theme
I dream, and nightmares come true, simply voodoo
Hallucinatin visions of killin you
The thought of even thinkin that, I think I need a drink
In fact I think I need some therapy cuz ain't nobody helpin me
Since I got no excuses, for mental abuses, I'm losin faith
My only fear is to love instead of hate you
Born and bred, gone dead, my mind bled
Every time the Holy Bible was read
To say that I love consciousness, and wound up wit wicked ways
Think about Voodoo dolls, runnin wild on my last days
Spit wit Morty, my shorty, no ventriloquist
Esham the Unholy, straight suicidalist
[Chorus]
It's like one to the two and 313
I say, what, what, W-H-A-T
Put yo' hands where my eyes can see
Feelin' lovely, simpley bubbley
Can't we, cop a oz and stay free?
Invisible, so you can't see me
Feelin' iry, no envy
Got a pocket full of money cuz I'm slangin' that D
Watch me twirk it, baby
I see you work it, lady
Watch me twirk it, baby
I see you work it, baby(4x)
Well I be the navigator on this navigation
I stay aviation through out the whole nation
MC's got a bad case of perpatration
All those playin' out the word player hater
You must be a player to be player hated
So don't even state it if you can't regulate it
Yeah, I made it, you know them boys get faded
Mo' chedda, chedda, cuz nobody does it better
With a Guchi sweater make it better but I like it sweater
Straight to the bar, 7-Up and Armaretta
Get me what you got, I need a double shot
And if you got a fat monkey girl, baby, baby, baby, baby make it pop
Watch me twirk it, baby
I see you work it, lady
Watch me twirk it, baby
I see you work it baby(4x)
You gotta twirk that, work that
Let me squirt that
Tearin' up the club in the back of Kodiak
Triple six mobbin', head bobbin'
Money ain't no probbin', got the girls swingin' like Tarzan
For all them suckas want a robbin'
Only black talon slugs that I'm lobbin'
And uh, it might stop, if uh my glock pop
But me uh will not bust off the gun shots
So no need for you to call the cops
If you hear the music to loud up the block
I always gotta mo', so Mc's wanna clone
My style, straight out ya zone, like Maurice Malone
Mo-Town, no place like home
Get 'em on, get 'em on, get 'em on, get 'em on
I said, get 'em on
Get 'em on, get 'em on, get 'em on, get 'em on
Watch me twirk it baby
I see you work it lady
Watch me twirk it baby
I see you work it, baby(4x)
[Esham]
Bitch, ho, stink booty freak
You bound to get busy, all you need is every week
Hotel, motel, go and get the loot cuz I know you so well
Bitch young nasty, nasty young bitch
Twitchin ass still tryin to switch
A bucket full of nut, thinkin put some on the butt
But you don't give a fuck, cuz you know you is a slut
To the yellow freak, freaky deak, fuckin niggas every week
Bound to get a pink of loose, bitch
Let me a pink gin and crack corn, and I don't care
Jimmy got Shawn, and that ain't fair
You wanna get my dough, be a ho
And then you gotta fuck the crew
(No, no) Bitch, decide and play
And if you wanna be grown, I'mma fuck you underage
Say you under weight, nothin to say
But damn, he ain't shit
It's all about bitches, hoes, case closed
You wanna get busy, take off your clothes
And I'mma show you how I operate
The devil's in your suit, so you best to bait
I got a finger in your pussy and my dick in your mouth
Ticklin ya tassels, turnin ya out
You say you don't dick, bitch that's bull
You'se lickin on my balls, tryin to talk wit ya mouth full
Now you wanna front wit ya smelly cunt
But when I come over ya house, you know what I want
Don't give me no lip, cuz I'mma done on your tits
And when I leave your house, you say it ain't shit
[Chorus 4X]
It's time to make another million
[Esham]
I be the insane nigga wit the migraine
Headaches, stressed out, havin million dollar doubts
Nigga wonder, and my blind like Stevie Wonder
This system try to take me under
My whole team pop scallions
No more triple beam dreams or amphetamines
I got a problem wit the FBI
I'm always like fuck 'em, muthafuck 'em
I made a millionaire dollars, and got the fuck outta Detroit
Niggas hate me there, they wanna kill me
Playa haters can't feel me
I'm underground, so check the sound
You won't catch me on your radio dial
So fuck that shit, and bump this shit
If you ain't wit this shit, suck a fat dick
You all broke ass, ho ass, never get no cash
[Chorus 4X]
[Esham]
Hold up, wait a minute
Your radio ain't shit if my tape ain't in it
So now I'm going all out
And I'mma smoke on the dance, til I fall out
You can't stop my flow, hell no
If you'se a ho, you gots to go
Street politician, connection wit chickens
The Night Before Christmas, pop Charles Dickens
Can't nobody do it like me, I'm the incredible Bruce Wayne
Please, last of the red hot blooded MC's
Nigga nigga what, smack ya bitch booty while I'm bustin a nut
My flow is ill like a virus
My words speak out to a thug like Cyrus
Kidnap ya mind, then hold it for ransom
The murder I wrote, is a suicide note, and
[Chorus]
[Esham]
What's up honey? Don't mind me askin, but how your ass been?
And fuck that chatty nigga, if he's a has been
I got twenty, cuz I'm good and plenty
To get the dollars, get the dick, if you gettin any
You gotta work that pussy fast, work that pussy slow
It don't matter cuz these bitches know I got the phatter dough
Ain't no trick, but I gotta trick dick like Hoodini
I want ya fine ass on my dick like the genie
Grant my wishes, blow your hugs and kisses in the wind
G-string up ya ass, all I see is pussy skin
And nigs don't know about my titty bar ho
She be dancin til the break of dawn wit no panties on
Dough, lickin her lips, her pussy smells on my fingertips
She's ill, I think I fucked her wit the dollar bill
For real, her titties, look so ferm, I might burn
If I run up in her raw, wit the super sperm
She got a
[Chorus 4X]
Work that pussy fast, work that pussy slow
Work that muthafucka, outta baller's cash flow
[Esham]
Something surprise me about your eyes
They make my dick rise, and then your ass got me hypnotized
Watch you put dollars up ya pussy, ho
They make my dick swoll, and you the reason why these niggas roll
Big cash flow, watch your ass ho
Pussy for days, got nigs, runnin thru a maze
Gotta funny way of lookin at me, know I wanna skeez ya
Then I got the other pussy, put it in the freezer
Dollar strapped around you leg, on the rubber band
I know deep down you could never love a move
Only the money, go to get yours, at all cost
Pussy ain't nothin, but a way to take a lost
I gotta let these hoes know, that I ain't no trick
I'm just a nigga wit a dick, and a mind that's sick
So pull your panties to your knees, cuz I aim to please
I bet that pussy get hot, like a hundred degrees, when you
[Chorus 4X]
[Esham]
I see the way every nigga is scopin, hopin
He can get a change at your kinda romance
Every nigga in the house, got one thing on they mind
Seein the back of your head, watchin that ass from behind
Tell me somethin, if you wasn't workin at this club
Would you be lookin at me like you was fuckin me
or better yet be duckin me
I don't want anything from you, you don't nothing from me
If this was back in the day, you be fuckin for free
I sit and daze and reminisce on how I used to bone her
I told the waitress to rush over another Corona
I give the bitch a hundred dollars just to dance on my lap
I tell the DJ slow it down, cuz this bitch is all that
I want the time to go slow, and my dough even slower
I wanna fuck ya pussy, but I don't even know her
I can't go out like the next man
God damn, bitch, do you know who the fuck I am, gotta
[Chorus 4X]
Well as I rock-n-roll and sell yo' soul
No sell out but still sold out a funky drummer
I'll roll out and must hold out
Until 1999 when my people expire
The you'll die from Reel Life like fire
The unholy witch and his bag of tricks
Step aside from the best and catch the hex
To come so check the index
Of your Bible made ya prepare me for my title
The U-N-holy, like ya told me
Brothas under estimated and don't know me
This is a prophecy that's bound to come true
In mind, it's in your mind, out ya mind, ya mind blew
Some more than ease start prayin' to stop these
poisonous lyrics of death and diesease
Can't freeze, I think below but still flow
Suckas are scared, I'm gettin' paid off the devil
I'ma use it, kinda confuse it
Never abuse it, cuz it's that music
It's that head bangin' acid rap
Unholy's back to bust yo' ear drum with the wicket track
Take the tack, to break the back to back the fact
I rock the house whether white or black
So if I sold the soul to rock the gold
To jam the jam with a mic in my hand, you're like damn
There that brotha go enough to smother another
And make 'em suffer cuz it's no other
Than the acid rap, I'll never pass it or gas it
All I ask is that you play it as a flow
To a rhythm that makes 'em break out into a sweat
I'm solid as Sadam Hussein, I gotta check
I wanna know, are you true?
Can you Woo Woo Woo Woo?
They don't thug it like I do
Can you Woo Woo Woo Woo?
I wanna know, are you true?
Can you Woo Woo Woo Woo?
They don't run this like we do
Can you Woo Woo Woo Woo?
Is it true? Is it deja vu?
Is it you, can i come through and kick it with you?
Can we Woo Woo Woo, sniff a little OOH OOH?
Don't really matter, cause you still my boo boo
We can slide out, ride out, back to my hideout
Your man will never find out, you should just try it out
Ain't no hesitation, baby holla at this action
Cause I 'Woo Woo Woo" like my name was Freddy Jackson
Baby askin am I blastin? All my homies is assassins
Cause the guns we like to flash 'em, but tonight i'm just relaxin'
Baby askin am I payed? Askin am I loco?
Askin if I'm gassin yours up like Sonoco?
Oh no, I Sonny Bono ho's like Yoko
On a train going from Detroit to Tokyo
"Konichiwa" but we say "what up" though
And if you actin' shady, we be like "shut up hoe"
I wanna know, are you true?
Can you Woo Woo Woo Woo?
They don't thug it like I do
Can you Woo Woo Woo Woo?
I wanna know, are you true?
Can you Woo Woo Woo Woo?
They don't run this like we do
Can you Woo Woo Woo Woo?
One two, can you Woo Woo Woo?
Three, four, five, six, all in the mix
Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids
Ain't no playing games when i got the Remi, twisting off the lid
Then i'm like shit, burn rubber skid
Girl you deserve this, ain't no telling what he did
Fuck him and them ugly kids, lets Woo Woo till the ride blow off your wig
I wanna know, are you true?
Can you Woo Woo Woo Woo?
They don't thug it like I do
Can you Woo Woo Woo Woo?
I wanna know, are you true?
Can you Woo Woo Woo Woo?
They don't run this like we do
Can you Woo Woo Woo Woo?
Tell me that you still don't like, cause I can feel you there
I'm trying to get you near, thats why a killer here
You looking at me wierd, cause theres a hater in your ear
They only hate it when I'm near, because they fade and disappear
We 'bout to bar out, star out, I'll have them pull the car out
I'm trying to be with you until it's deep until tommorow
Your man ain't hit no switches, so he's mad and hitting bitches
But you better than beginners, give me head up on these spinners
See you standing with that fairy, ain't no way that he your man boo
Trying to understand you, open up and let the man through
I'm handing you the exo, and he went and got you pop
When its gonna stop? Come on lets hit the spot and make the car hop
Lets go to Puerto Rica, and we can go and freaka
I'm beaming light shining out your stereo speakers
We'll fuck in secret places only we will know
Rubbing faces, moving slow, let's pick the pace up and let's go
I wanna know, are you true?
Can you Woo Woo Woo Woo?
They don't thug it like I do
Can you Woo Woo Woo Woo?
I wanna know, are you true?
Can you Woo Woo Woo Woo?
They don't run this like we do
I'm used to driving Benzes and Porches and Corvettes
You might see me in LA on Sunset
Or in Nevada, betting, three-digit degrees, not sweatin
Wearing leather, super fly, light as a feather,
Esham, Louie Vaton
Guns like megatron
Wont stop my reign on the world 'til armeggedon come
Underground phenemenon
I wrote the Necronomicon
You's an autobot, I'm a decepticon
Never steppin without my weapon son, the Smith n Wesson
Teach you a lesson son
In the blackout I was gone and knowin' where the pressures on
Don't sleep till dawn
All those who doze, wake up with your shit gone
Emergency, emergency, Dr. Evil, brain surgery
Go to court in the trial took the stand, commited purgery
Kavorkian, King the scorpian
Killed em all, but some still choose to plot on my downfall
I'm a mo-onster, I'm a co-onquer
Suicidalist, murder be my sponser
How you gonna reason with a psycho
I might go blaow when the gat sparks glow like tyco
Kill all heros (kill all heros)
Easily (easily)
Who is Super Villains? (who is super villains?)
I'm used to having money and product and narcotics
Bitches on my dick still begging me for dollars
Hollar hollar if you heard me from Detroit to the dirty
We fly like a birdy, hummers spinning thirties
Tony montana, esham bandana
Body-snatcher, running through your mind like Scanners
Original murder planners, the villains they never ran us
I do it like a pimp like Little Flip and David Banna
Supersonic, byonic, electronic, to smoking chronic
Fuck the world, as I twirl, as I sip another tonic
Super wickid shit I spit, i make my victim wanna vomit
SOOPA DOOPA!
Super labratory, spitting on a super microphone
Super stretch limo, pick me up to take me to the supa dome
I'm a Soopa Villain, holdin on the Soopa Chrome
Growing up, living in a panic zone
Spitting wicket shit on the microphone
Smoke that shit, your brains be blown
You gone, nigga wrong
Only out for the scrilla, thats my fetty, boss
One-eight-seven ain't nothing but spaghetti sauce
Cross me you pay all costs
Heres one your ass just lost
All y'all must pay
Every dog has his day
Thats the reason they made the AK
Who just made the 10 o clock news?
Blew that boy up out his shoes
Old rules, left no clues
Body found floating in a bloody pool
Mass hysteria in America
Game lock down like a pitbull terrior
Bitch been a millionaire, I still wont marry ya
Slugs to you head, six people Paul-bury ya
Colgate froze flows like cocaine
Mental overdose explode your brain
Some might think that it's insane
To take a gun cock back and aim
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You got that for me)
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me)
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (Pay me)
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me, baby)
See the number one mission be to get this cash
And if a nigga fuck with that, I'm a get in his ass
I pull the trigger, squeeze, blast if you think you gon last
Seventeen to the spleen, you a thing of the past
When I really wanna smash I hit the stash spot
Put the nine to your mind and clean your cash out
See a nigga had to pay me if he ever owed me
A thug about my business, I'll do ya homie
Drink the O-E and tote the tech nine
I don't care what you claim, you gonn respect mine
Mean time, in between time, on the Esham
Finda put it down when it come to the green now
Look into my eyes, tell me can you really see?
Its the truth when I rap cause I bring mine
Bring it like I bring it cause nigga O-T
Original Thugsta from the B-O-N-E
C-Town to the D-Town
Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound
Smokin trees by the P's-ound
Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas wanna be down
But I'm a hit ya with the heat now
Cause when I creep now, deep down, nigga wanna let it go
But when it comes to the fetty, yo
You see a rich muthafucka turn straight into a wetty hoe
All the way from the C-Town
To the muthafucking D-Town
We down to get it cracking robbin'em and rappin, jackin
Whutever make us happy
And a nigga only happy if he got some cash
But if I'm broke as fuck then I'm mad
Ready to put a gun to some unlucky muthafuckas ass
And I'm a take him for the stash, break him
Leave the nigga there lookin sad
But if he tryin jump bad, I'm a fade him
The nigga gave me no ultimatum and I dont play that shit
Unhand the money,nigga
Pay me, I dont got all day
I got a couple muthafuckas to break
I want skrilla, for rilla
Killa, doller bill-a
This trigger is not ya friend and it gots no heart
So dont be thinking I wont stop yours
Give me everything ya got boy
You are now caught in the midst of original
Wigsplitter killer criminals
Better Watch out boy you might die!
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You got that for me)
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me)
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (Pay me)
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me, baby)
Nigga, call the nigga "Sho Love"
Cause I gotta get mine
Even if I must bust
Said again I been good
But I'm still in the streets with heat
Cause a nigga gotta eat
Its a Bone thing what?
Cause I love some money
Funky, filthy, dirty money
And I... really hope ya dont owe me
Cause I.. really love my money
Ya die
I dont give a fuck 'f it's made in the hood
I dont give a fuck man, they say its all good just
Give me my cheese or else.. somebody gon bleed
Can you feel that?
Nigga get back what you dont believe
Ain't no tellin whut the Bone Thugs niggas got 'n sleeves
Dressed like a picture
Flash and I get you
No cameras here
Just nine millimeters
I'm not gonna loose
Real thug, really though
Paid my dues
But niggas wanna test
Aint no tellin who
Thats why I dont give a fuck about bloody pools
Leave em in that, fuck that
Bust back, real thugs stay strapped
You dream about it, but I really live that
Yes I love that honey but, oh
I love that money, that money so much moe!
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You got that for me)
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me)
You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (Pay me)
Now once upon a time, way back in the day
There was an MC-killer by the name of E-S-H-A-M
And he was known to murder them all
Gun-clapper leave a rapper brains all on the wall
Now, nobody coul fade him cause he was known to murder em
And kill the wack DJ's who never heard of him
The radio was scared, they wouldnt even listen to him
But he's gettin payed, and the flash of pistols to em
He lives underground in parts unknown
He's known to take your cookies to boogie the bloody microphone
Seven MC's, put them in a line
Then add seven more niggas who think they can shine
Well, it'll take seven more before I'll go for mine
Then I'll "blocabloca" my nine rhymes at the same tizzime
They say, "MC-killer, dont let him rhyme around you,
He's bound to pull a nine and blow your mind all around you"
Now they got a white chalk line all around you
Hanging from a telephone pole's how they found you
Psychopathic, automatic
Weapons get drawn if you got some static 'cause
This is how the story goes
People these days are really out cold
Great scott, a monsters high on top of the Penasca
Bustin off shots with the twenty-five-shot glock
This is back when the wizard was cutting shit up
Plus ain't nobody saying nothing, so I'm shutting shit up
Killed another MC, scoped him from high off the tower
Radio stations blow out your power, sniffin powder
How the fuck I killed another DJ?
Special request: I serviced his ass with the AK
P-P-P-P-P-Pow muthafucka, ain't no love in my mind
Ain't no tarnishing my game, ain't no dulling my shine
Still nine dead bodies real hard to find
And if you want to kill some more times, press rewinD
This is how the story goes
You wanna party at the club? (There's a war going on out there)
You wanna roll around on dubs? (Smell the anthrax in the air)
You wanna hate it all, no love? (Full-fueled flight on US Air)
Just wait and watch out for the scuds (Nine-eleven, I was there)
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
This boy is not a soldier
Somebody should'a told ya
I'm striking like a cobra
The rap game now is over
I shot up homeboy's Rover
With fifty shots to fold you
You screamin for Yejova
You wish your momma hold you
Just wanna be a roller, money like Tommy Matola
From slanging yoca cola, started off by moving boulders
The world is getting colder, shake them haters off my shoulders
I say I'm 730 - they tell me I'm bi-polar
You go tell Uncle Sam "No war in Afghanistan"
Or Iraq, or Iran, many people dying man
Shots go off in Bethleham
Even in Jerusalem
Christians killing Mus-a-lims
Tell me what you doing man?
You wanna party at the club? (There's a war going on out there)
You wanna roll around on dubs? (Smell the anthrax in the air)
You wanna hate it all, no love? (Full-fueled flight on US Air)
Just wait and watch out for the scuds (Nine-eleven, I was there)
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
Hut, two, three, four - No War!
We caught up in the struggle
Sit back watch the water bubble
Lock us up for drugs you smuggle
Detroit hustlers paying double
Now the whole country's in trouble
Gas prices sky high
People scared to fly on planes
Why Aaliyah have to die?
Terrorized, civilized
People livin evil lives
You can see it in their eyes
Fire falling from the skys
Nowhere to run and hide
Everybody's gonna die
You can duct tape all your windows
But the smell is still inside
"We were up there eight months.
We were living in the desert drinking hot-ass water, one hundred and forty degree weather.
Wondering whether we were going to live or die, day to day, man.
It was real stressful over there. So, anyway, I had this boy, right?
His name was Rennisson.
Basicly what happened with him is: He got out of the army before the Gulf War kicked off,
and uhh.. you know everybody thought he was safe, but he joined the reserves.
Next thing we know, we hear he's right over there with us but in another unit.
So, you know, we're like "Aw hell yeah, Rennisson's here too, man. I hope he's alright."
Next thing we know BAM! He's fucking dead, man. The scud missiles came and took him and his boys out.
Next thing you know, we're all trippin like "Oh shit!" That's when it struck us, man.
"What if... people... didn't die no more? You know?
What if we all could just live forever? You know? Imagine that."
Imagine being able to live past twenty-one
No more ghettos, no more slums
Everybody's young
Don't nobody pack a gun
Cause killers it ain't none
We all one, and feeling your pain sons
Daughters
Flap your wings, walk on water
I am the ressurection, and the life
Trials and tribulations got me speaking in this ill communication
Just a product of this wickedness created in this nation
But i was sworn from the cross
I was born to be a boss
How long will they mourn me when my life is lost?
Never mind that. What if you could rewind the time back?
Would you bring B-I-G or Martin Luther King back?
It's all about love and happiness, word to Al Green
I mean that as i lean back in a clean 'Lac
Thinking about never dying
So Detroit like the lions
Flap my wings and keep flying
What if people didn't die no more?
What if mothers didn't cry no more?
No reason for me to get high no more
No reason for me to say goodbye no more
Then you could be forever mine me amore
I know everybody die, but what if people didn't die?
And the sky was a place where you could just fly?
Is it nine-one-one or nine-eleven?
2pac can you tell me if there's thugs in Heaven?
And a one-eighty-seven is a thing of the past
Shotguns dont blast, theres no aftermath
Theres no need for bail, theres no need for jail
This could be your Heaven, theres no need for Hell
There's no more babies dying
There's no more mothers crying
Trying to put together your skull from slugs flying
Imagine a world with no war and no crime
No more niggas doing time, no more going out your mind
No more runnin from the cops, no more standing on the block
No more going to sleep at night from the sounds of gunshots
No more strain on the brain from the pain of the game
I was thinking to myself while I was walkin in the rain.
What if people didn't die no more?
What if mothers didn't cry no more?
No reason for me to get high no more
No reason for me to say goodbye no more
Then you could be forever mine me amore
Everytime I look up at the sky
Exclusive, A world premier
A world premier
Mommy mommy, how ya doin?
Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)
Mommy how ya doin? Boo i hope you been fine
Been on my mind, been a long time, I'm still on the grind
Can't help but think about the way you did your thang when you did it
You curled your toes when I hit it
I'd be the first to admit it, its oh so good
I'm feelin you, uh uh I'm feelin you
So let me be your murderer, the only one thats killing you
O-L-D school, kicking game since pre-school
Down in Miami South Beach by the pool
Where the girls girls be driving 'em wild
I tell ya one more time ma, i'm feelin your style
Girl he can't be your Superman
But i can be your kryptonite
Cause you looking thick tonight
And i'm servin dick tonight
I stick it like I kick it like
And no I ain't go no look-alikes
And when i be chargin hoes I be like i drive a hard bargain
I beg your pardon, boo boo
Never sweat'er like a fubu
It's true true that i'm cookoo for the chocha when I'm with you
Mommy mommy, how ya doin?
Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)
Mommy don't mean to press the issue
But oh girl I miss you
Wanna kiss you, never diss you
Because what we got is so official
My pockets stay lumpy, cookies stay chunky
And I cant mess with honey if she can't pop that monkey
Kick me down money, aint shit funny
Cause I'm spinning on blades whether rainy or sunny
Momma, cookoo for the chocha, you know I never really can say goodbye, mama
Mommy mommy, how ya doin?
Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)
I dedicate this erotic poetry to the mommies who knowin me
Come blow dro with me, mommy, come flow with me
Go with me, roll with me, on extacy
Let me be me, you can be you and be free
We, meaning us, to just trust that this last
Never get back lost moments when time pass
Mommy cheers to you when I raise my glass
I hope its always like this when we cross paths.
Mommy mommy, how ya doin?
Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin)
Mommy mommy, how ya doin?
[Esham talking]
The wicketshit continues
After I told these niggaz to stay off my dick
They still on my dick trying to bite the wicketshit
Niggaz still wanna know what Esham mean
Esham stands for East Side Hoes And Money
That's what I'm all about
But for all y'all niggaz bitin the wicketshit
And tryin to bite the style
I want you to think about one thing[Samples Rakim]
Remember me? The one you gotcha idea from
Back in this bitch... yo for the 9-4
I gotta let these niggaz know once again
That I'm comin like this
They said the wicketshit was dead (dead)
Some ol' wicketshit ain't never dead
I gotta let y'all hoes know I'm comin back on yo ass
I stopped believing in god about a year ago
In god I can't trust but uh you don't hear me though
Cause my life in the sunshine ain't sunny
A suicidalist
My memory's on the bliss
But can you really dig what I dug if I drug
The life of a thug caught a .45 slug
I wish I was dead
But I'm fucked up in the head
Cause I'm kinda hesitant to kill myself
But I hate life
Life ain't nothin but money
And it ain't funny when your honey gets runny
I wish I was down but my mind spins round and around
And how many times can dead bodies be found
But you don't understand the tales of a madman
Unholy comin at your ass once again
Amen, and I don't give a fuck though
Sometimes I feel like giving up yo
It makes me wanna holla
chorus 2x
[samples prince]
(samples Snoop Dogg)
[I feel like givin up]
(Make make me wanna make make me wanna holla)[When ever my sunshine turns to rain]
(Make me wanna holla cause my dollas come in ozones)
"Is there anybody out there?"
"Esham and Twiztid."
"Twiztid!"
"Who thought it'd happen?"
"That's right, bitch"
....
Look at me! Look at me!
Come on dog, I see you sterrn.
Look at me! Look at me!
Is it the clothes you see me werrn?
Look at me! Look at me!
Is it them twenty-fours glerrn?
Look at me! Look at me!
You know I just ain't cerrn.
Look at me
I'm from the three-one-three
E-A-S-T S-I-D-E
Who's the number-one cheddar boy in the city?
Attitude shitty
Sniffing coke off bitches titties
You never thought that I'd be runnin wit the hatchet
Who runs detroit? Esham and Kill Patrick
I can't forget about the Wicked Clownz and Psychopathic
And if you got static, I'm whippin out the automatic
I'm swinging for your esophogus
You gon look at me, or I'm a get to palming the world just like I was Apocolypse
With that destructive and malicious look in my eyes
Me, Mono, Blaze, and Esham who wanna die?
Fuck it, y'all
I've been fuckin with black magic
Now I'm standing in the middle of the Gratiot yelling at the passing traffic
Nothing to laugh at, but I'm something to see
I spit fire, you can see my tounge blaze when I breathe
Look at me! Monoxide!
Jamie Madrox! Soda pop rocks
Esham! Wicket shit! Boomin' out spots!
Look at me
My life and times what they took from me
They overlooked me, the judge threw the book at me
Look at me
All blue Detroit hat
Suspect cause I'm driving while black
Look at me! Look at me!
Come on, dog. I see your sterrn.
Look at me! Look at me!
Is it the clothes you see me werrn?
Look at me! Look at me!
Is it them twenty-fours glerrn?
Look at me! Look at me!
You know I just ain't carin.
Look at me! Look at me!
Come on, dog. I see you starin.
Look at me! Look at me!
Is it the clothes that I'm wearin?
Look at me! Look at me!
Is it them duece-four's glarin?
You know I just ain't carin.
L-O-O-K A-T M-E
B-I-T-C-H U B-I-T-C-H...
I said
L-O-O-K A-T M-E
B-I-T-C-H U B-I-T-C-H...
L-O-O-K A-T M-E
B-I-T-C-H U B-I-T-C-H...
I said
L-O-O-K A-T M-E
"Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time
for y'all have knocked her up
I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe
I was not offended, for I knew I had to rise above it all
or drown in my own shit."
"Mother Earth is Pregnant" X 7
"...for the third time"
[Esham]
Why did you want to live the life in this world we live in?
Love ain't worth a dime, so then you nothin' to give him
The baby has no father, he ran out on the mama
So raise him as cannibal to be like Jeffrey Dahmer
You life is really worthless, you live and then you die
You go to die, and bodies rot and then your wonder why
And then you live in doubt, can you live or live without
The fact you know you can't afford to feed another mouth
Your head is steady spinin', the Devil's steady grinin'
While you was steady sinning from the very first beginning
Is it a boy or a girl, I think I should referral
You should terminate it, because it's a lousy world
You life on the line, you're out ya fuckin' mind
You gotta do it too, 'cause you're running outta time
It's just another embryo, attached to an umbilical
You can let that baby grow, but I'd kill it though,
kill the fetus
[many samples ""]
"It's a lousy world"
"He's fighting for his life"
"Mother Earth is pregnant for the third..."
"cool my hot ass down"
Kill the Fetus
"It's a lousy word"
"Mother...Mother earth is pregnant for the third time"
[Esham]
The baby's premature, the mother is a whore
Contemplatin' suicide so what you waiting for
I think I heard a kickin', but that's a normal state
Gem a hanger in ya asshole until your water brake
You better use some caution, Givin' yourself an abortion
Death's the only way to solve a suicide solution
So here's my contribution, my suicide solution
You play the game of death, but then you can't win for losin'
You wonder if you want this, or should you kill the fetus?
Life is just a waste, so then you outta just delete this
Problem to society, society's a problem
My suicide solution is a 38 revolver
I'm your problem solver, your life is full of horror
Some are born to die and yet some will die tomorrow
Vagina tissue's torn, your pussy's kinda worn
I think I outta warn, if you're having an aborn.(abortion)
Your inner one perspective, there is one contraceptive
Your M.P.D.(Multiple Personality Disorder) is positive,
so you can let that baby live
It's just another embryo, attached to an umbilical
You can let that baby grow, but I'd kill it though,
kill the fetus
[more samples ""]
"Mother Earth is Pregnant" X 7
"The seventh boyfriend could fuck good and that's all"
"The seventeenth boyfriend had a herpes dick"
"The hundredth boyfriend hypnotized my Vagina"
[Esham]
The planet's really fucked, so now ya kinda stuck
You should of thought about it, before you bust a nut
It is a lousy world, I live a lousy life
I think I outta stab you in the stomach wit the knife
Or push you down a flight of steps, until you fall and break ya neck
Did a little damage, can you manage your miscarriage?
Life is not a choice, death is the alternative
Or should you let it grow up in this fucked up world that we live in
These are the consequences, add one more to the State Census
Born to die in poverty, so tell me what's existence?
It's just another embryo, attached to an umbilical
You can let that baby grow, but I'd kill it though,
kill the fetus
[more samples ""]
"It's a lousy world"
"I've been through this before baby"
"cool my hot ass down"
Kill the Fetus
"It's a lousy world"
"Mother Earth is Pregnant for the third time"
"Cool my hot ass down" X 4
Im just a huslter and baby dont forget it the yokacola cooka rock it til its copasetic im jsut a huslter and baby dont forget it the yokacola cooka rock it till its copasetic
Verse1
Guurrrrl i like the way you dance i like they way you move them hips you got that body in them pants OoOoOoOo
can i roll witchu i got some ends im commin threw and we can blow a few OoOoOo if you only knew what i wanna do witchu tonigghhhtt your riding wit a hustla life is so cold and you noe you cant trust her
Im just a huslter and baby dont forget it the yokacola cooka rock it til its copasetic im jsut a huslter and baby dont forget it the yokacola cooka rock it till its copasetic
Verse2
Seems like yesterday we would riiiide now all you wanna do is flllyyyy so high so high-i-i im just a hustla baby i needs my fedie i gots to get some like today even if you aint ready im just a hustla dont take it personal all im sayin its the ooonlly wayyy i noe
Im just a huslter and baby dont forget it the yokacola cooka rock it til its copasetic (cuz its the only way i noe)im jsut a huslter and baby dont forget it the yokacola cooka rock it till its copasetic
Verse3
H-U-S-T-L-E-R people noe just who you are x4
For the suckas that hate me
Keep my gun up off safety, while you actin all shady
Baby, thats where the snakes be
Three-one-three, D-E-T, 7 M-I-L-E
Oozi still in my pelli
Its Esham, not Alizam
Butter man, bitch swearing hard out the gutta lane
Run tell your mother man, the muthafucking cutter man
Its just another mothafucking brother strugglin
"UH" one time for Biggie
"UH UH UH" three times for Pac, and it dont stop
When i set up shop, I bought my glock fresh up out the box
Up out the plastic, situations drastic
Don't fuck around and get stretched like elastic
Once the glock Austria seventeen blasted
I put the bastard in his casket
Now they wrapping another up in plastic.
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
and i'm tryin to get mine
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
and i'm steady with the nine
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
and i'm steady on the grind
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
hard times
Hard times
I found a dead body on the way to school
I told nobody 'bout it, man I thought it was cool
I went and visited it, and talked with it, made it my friend
Until it smelled so fuckin bad I couldnt handle it man
My daddy was a hard worker, always hussling change
Because he drank so much, I think he drowned his brain
The only time we ever spoke was when he was beating my ass
He slapped my momma up, and grabbed her purse and dipped in for cash
It dont stop, tick tock until the break of dawn
A crooked-ass pig-cop i'm quick to break your arm
I climbed up into a tree at five-thirty AM
I'm huntin hay-am, pig-skinner good god damn
Somebody tried to kill me, but they missed, and pissed
The shit they ass when the black glass hollowtips hissed
And I blew his head clean off, his hat landed on his neck
And I thought, "Look at that"
Hard times
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
and i'm tryin to get mine
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
and i'm steady with the nine
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
and i'm steady on the grind
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
hard times
Marinating with my forearms hanging out the jail bars
Bitch, I ain't no Mel Fahr
I aint no superstar
But nontheless, he in a cell right next to me
I seen him sellin hot cars on this lot right on Court TV
So i sit back on my slab thinking "What the fuck?"
Toilet paper roll for a pillow, "How'd I get locked up?"
Was it the stalking, or maybe the murders?
Oh shit, maybe the booty-stabbing of Kim mathers?
Naw, it couldn't be, she was cool with that shit
On top of that, when i pulled out, she sucked on my dick (illlll)
Could it have been the gat in my sock? (Nah)
Could it been the block getting hot? (Nah)
Could it be about the snitch getting caught? (Nah)
Could it have been about stinkin body rot? (Yeah!)
I could of killed or I could of killed time
But I chose number one, now i'm doin hard time.
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
and i'm tryin to get mine
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
and i'm steady with the nine
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
and i'm steady on the grind
Tryin to get mine, steady with the nine, steady on the grind, hard times
Meanwhile, back on the east side
All i know, Get doe (keep gettin that doe)
Flip another O, Get doe (keep gettin that doe)
Get it fast or slow, Get doe (keep gettin that doe)
Better tell ya hoe, get doe (keep gettin that doe)
All i know, Get doe (keep gettin that doe)
Flip another O, Get doe (keep gettin that doe)
Get it fast or slow, Get doe (keep gettin that doe)
Better tell ya hoe, get doe (keep gettin that doe)
All i know is chefin' up dope
Break it down and get it ready for the fiends to smoke
It's the true to be paid, nightmares your broke
You'd rather have Freddy and Jason come slit your throat
In this life we live in, cash rules everything
I'm married too my riches, fuck bitches and wedding rings
Push the peddle to the metal while your still peddling
Forever in the fast lane, never settling
Get dough, sniff blow, get some more, get a O of some dro
Blow some doe with my hoe
You might see me at the MO MO with a thick chako
I'm a giant robot, you Johnny Saco
Stacking up my chips like Esay at King Taco
Hot like tobasco like me, but you're not though
Hoes they love to lick on my balls
Drop to they knees and crawl like a dog
All I know is getting that doe
Getting that dough, getting that doe
Hoes they love to lick on my balls
Drop to they knees and crawl like a dog
All I know is getting that doe
Getting that dough, getting that doe
I need my skrilla my frietos
My fetty fetty fetty
My cheddy cheddy cheddy
But y'all aint even ready
Like Speedy Gonzey lets chase the cheese fast
Cash over ass, never in a rat trap, tote the gat for that
Pockets stay lumpy, keep the pump with me
Aint no punkin' me, murder in company
Whip out the chrome for the block of provalone
Or the limburger, screaming murda murda murda
You, your crew, her, him, and them, all get clapped by E-S-H-A-M
You might not be hungry like me
All i know when out in these streets:
G-E-T D-O-E
Pay attention muthafucker, you dont know me
You might not be hungry like me
All i know when out in these streets:
G-E-T D-O-E
[Esham]
I was an unplanned pregnancy, brought forth by a mistake
Born into a world, filled up wit lust a hate
Little do I know about life, but I'm still learnin
First was my journey through hell, without burnin
Livin in the ghetto, the Devil is now a black man
I saw him standin in the corner wit the crack man
Little do I know, this hell is now my home
Since birth the peace Ive known, is now gone
Like the death, days passed, I'm still growin
Death is my fate, and this hell but never knowin
When, but how do I survive without sin
But thou shall not kill was my first
Then I broke off Ten Commandments, I guess I'm doomed to go to hell
But I'm already there, so tell another tale
From the dark side of myself, I'm entangled
Between Heaven and Hell, the Fallen Angel
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!"
[Esham]
18 years passed, never knew about love
The sky is fallin, so I fell from the Heavens above
Product of ya sins, my father, I never knew him
Call the Exorcist, cuz the Devil done got to him
Voodoo child, son of bitch, a bastard
Sold my soul, and now I'm the master
My mother sings the blues, and drinks the booze
And then she praise to save my soul from bad news
Tears fall, I hear my mother call on the Lord
At night I be playin in my room, on the Ouija board
Screamim red rum at the top of my lungs
When I close my eyes, visions of bodies bein hung
Death was my destiny, life was a test to me
Livin inside, my owns sins of blasphemy
Death awaits inside myself, I'm entangled
Between Heaven and Hell, im a Fallen Angel
[R&B; sample]
[Esham]
As my soul gets deep into darkness can I be saved
My life flash before my eyes in many ways
I saw me in my earlier days, in wicked ways
Cross my heart, and hope to die, is on my grave
Written on my tombstone, rest in peace
Rottin body in the ground, as the maggots feast
You see I live so fast, but died so young
Another victim of brotha, drinkin his red rum
I'm fallin from the heavens and I'm on my way
To meet my maker, the undertaker, cuz now is judgment day
My soul is hot, and my body is all rotten
Another angel falls from the heaven, forgotten
Without a clue, nobody knew, the knowledge to teach me
Cuz a, fuck the teacher and fuck the preacher
As my soul empiric's inside myself, I'm entangled
I used to love her, too bad I had to put a slug through her
Dumped her body in the trash like I never knew her
Blood runnin down the gutter into the sewer
Her body stunk for weeks like horse manure
Now the police are looking for the boyfriend, I'm the suspect
Forensic files, evidence, panic the public
Domestic abuse, custody battles, bitch made me go crazy, I had to stab her
Plus I didnt like her ex-boyfriend anyway
She never knew today would be her last day
When she came over, I gave her a rose
Then slit her throat and watch her shake untill her eyes close
I didn't mean to (i didnt mean too)
I fucked up again (i didnt mean too)
I made a mistake and killed my ex-girlfriend (i didnt mean too)
Man this bitch wasn't innocent, she was guilty by far
Found a used jimmy hat in my car
And she had told me she was going to her mothers, well...
She can tell it to the Devil in Hell
I waited for the bitch to get off work the next night
Slapped her in the back of the head with a pipe
Bitch fell to the floor, bleedin out of her nose
I need a handsaw, a few garbage bags, and a hose
It wasnt premeditated, it was preaggravated
You think I wanted to cut this bitch up man? I hate it
Man, why she do me like this? When i brought this bitch chocolates too?
what the fuck, she's through, what are you gonna do?
I didn't mean to (i didnt mean too)
I fucked up again (i didnt mean too)
I made a mistake and killed my ex-girlfriend (i didnt mean too)
No "Hello's" just "Goodbye's"
You know why she had to die? Cause she's a liar
Chopped her up and threw her in the bonfire
But I kept her head with the transcripts read
Your honor I didnt kill this bitch, her family just wants to see me burried
Cause me and her didnt get married. Is that neccessary?
Instead, I chopped her up and carried her head around in a bag
With a fourty-four mag
Hailie's crying for her mommy
He didn't commit suicide, I killed your cousin, Ronnie
Trying to stay up out the county
But how can I do that with all these shady cops around me?
I didn't mean to (i didnt mean too)
I fucked up again (i didnt mean too)
(Esham Talking)
Verse 1: Esham
Im a Detroit Playa like Biggie Smalls said,
So I never rolls on no tread thats bald head,
And that car you riding in, I know you loves Black,
Im from Detroit baby, I been test drove back,
And plus you dirty rat, you need a chineese slap,
You say you wanta battle me, but you can't rap
In the new millenium, I hope you all adapt,
Cause some of those styles yall choose is whack,
(Chrous)
Babby,D-E-T-R-O-I-T,
3-1-3 (x4)
(Notorious B.I.G. Sample after chrous) "My Deroit Playas"
Verse 2: T.N.T.
From the East side of town is where you find T.N.T.,
With the smoke in my hand, and the fifth of Remy,
Back 7 M.I.L.E., West to East (Westside)
Hit gratiot,
Swerving,
100 spokes,
Hataz wanta me to crash it,
Plus I pack the plastic,
The situation drastic,
packin all digital
the situations critical
still political
still poetical... yea
(Chorous x4)
Verse 3: Esham
You say you wanta get your gamble on,
get your ride on,Get your bang on,
Slang on,Get your trick on,
And get Gone in the Wind like Ghandie,
Out hunting for a fine little mommy,
Might see "E" on 7 M.I.L.E.,
Manhattan N-Y-C, East Coast,
To Cali,
I be running through this bitch like Barry Sanders,
Detroit underground commander,
Say you bust something,
Disscus someting,
Smoke a little crush something,
Plus ride a little plus on em,
bust somethin, discuss somethin
smoke a little crush somethin,
plus ride a little plus somethin...........
(Chrous x4)
"7 Mile, Gratiot, 6 Mile, 5 Mile"
In Detroit, everybodys hungry, trying to hussle
In Detroit, nobodys got a deal with Russel
In Detroit, you'll be lucky if your not a victim of a shooting
In Detroit, crack-head zombies still prostituting
In Detroit, where the underground rap don't get played on the airwaves
Unless, pull or push, men got payed
In Detroit - bitch, you aint even from Detroit
Fuck your rap, 7 mile is where the hustlers at
In Detroit, ain't no fucking freestylin, ain't no time for that
Got twenty-fours on the eighty-four Regal and I'm grindin
Detroit, know my name
In Detroit, it's cocaine
In Detroit, don't play no hoe games they'll blow out your brains.
In Detroit, you can catch me on 7 mile
In Detroit, where the bitches and niggas, they live wild
In Detroit, where you find the dope game is shitty
In Detroit, where the bitches show assholes and titties
In Detroit, where the niggas and bitches, they build cars
In Detroit, we got hoodrats and ghetto stars
In Detroit, we ain't taking no shit from nobody
In Detroit, we got Sammy the Bulge and John Gotti
In Detroit, we got pimps and players, hoes and macks
In Detroit, we ride Regals, Chevys, and Cadillacs
Gettin money by the stack from the rap for the crack
In Detroit, its like that, liquor stores for the blunt and
In Detroit, we got arabs that look like Bin Ladin
In Detroit, we got bitches and niggas that stay plottin
In Detroit, we stay rottin, forgive but not forgotten
Potatoes stay au gratin, come close and catch a hot one
In Detroit, you can be a victim of the ghetto
In Detroit, got more rock than heavy metal
In Detroit, bitches slide down the pole butt-naked
In Detroit, some real and some fake it, some snake it
In Detroit, mu'fuckas just hope they make it
In Detroit, I can't take it, so I just wanna break shit
Detroit got some winners, Detroit got some losers
Detroit got the best dope-dealers and drug-abusers
And I be the rabbit-killer, the killer who kill rabbit
In Detroit they bust automatics at trailer park addicts
Across 8 mile in Detroit, you hate my style
Soopa Villain in Detroit, I'm at the top of the pile
In Detroit, got the fix for you niggas who broke
In Detroit, we got the weed, speed, raw, and coke
In Detroit, where the bums will rush your ass
Where the little old ladies do the hundred-yard dash
In Detroit, where the bitches look fine as Hell
But if you slap that bitch up, you gotta go to jail
In Detroit, we got the space-age futeristic
Nigga, check my statistics, my number is unlisted
In Detroit, where you got to be fly as Hell
With your attitude shitty like your shit don't smell
In Detroit, aim big ya got east to west
North end to the end, and down to southwest
And don't forget the HP and small ass hamtraning
I'm talking 'bout Detroit, understand it, God damn it
And if you dont know the places I called off
This ones for them boys with the drugs in they house
This ones for them boys with the slugs in they mouth
This ones for them boys with the taps on they phone
They know the halfs on they zone, and peelin caps with the chrome
This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodlums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustlin!)
This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodlums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustlin!)
This one's for the ones that making cheddar, that fetty, all about they hussle
Make a def jam out in the streets, without Russel
What's so strange is that I came in this game
With the ones who "Bang Bang", make your brains hang, and it is a thang
Bitch, better have my muthafuckin fetty
Before I put this mm-mm to your head and make your shit look like spaggetti
Y'all ain't ready
The hatchet slit you like a machete
Left hand bust the roscoe, right hand hold the whip steady
This ones for the boys from the darkest corners
To the streets of Hell. These boys ain't no foreigners
And warrin' is every day, and the cost ain't soft
Even when they miss, you still get a shoulder blown off
This ones for the boys who chew hollow tips like gum
And wash it down with everclear cause the care ain't there
And these boys be the bad guys, and cant switch
They put a bullet clean through your head and into your bitch
This ones for them boys with the drugs in they house
This ones for them boys with the slugs in they mouth
This ones for them boys with the taps on they phone
They know the halfs on they zone, and peelin caps with the chrome
This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodlums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustlin!)
This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodlums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustlin!)
This is for them boys up all night, stuffing wax packs with heroin
Up on the block straight doing the Aero Flyn
Gettin money, everything you wear brand new
Pockets stay lumpy like grandma's stew
When you true to the game, the game will be true to you
What up though, you're ghost if I say so
Guns and ammo - I buy em buy the caseload
Then I get you hit for fifty pesos
This ones for this boy
A killjoy, chick toy
Shit boy, I'm sick, boy
Click-bang go the foe foe, off go the shell
There go the poe poe off into Hell
Oh well, I'm in motel, Hotel Six
And I got your chick on the tip of this dick
Now she taking it in, sinking it in, her titties I'm shakin them, and
I don't know when I'm be done
Then I'm a be busting my gun
This ones for the boys saying fuck the "5-0"
Fuck the 5-0 when it's all about survival
Talkin to my pistol don't help
My shotgun said "blasphemy" until I shot on myself
This one's for the money figures
The go-getters, ice-rockers
Twenty-four seven non-stoppers
This ones for the pill poppers
Eh yo fuck that, this ones for the head-choppers
This one's for the people livin down in them sewer pipes
Makin a living off of all that aint right
And this is for them witches that was tied to stakes
And for the killers that have seen me after death shakes
And them peddlers on the corner when it's ice-cold
And dead bobies on the side of the road
This is for that part of the city that everybody warns about
Where throats get torn out
This ones for them boys with the drugs in they house
This ones for them boys with the slugs in they mouth
This ones for them boys with the taps on they phone
They know the halfs on they zone, and peelin caps with the chrome
This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodlums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustlin!)
This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodlums!)
I know how it feels to wake up fucked up
With pockets on E, and bad company.
I wish I had a key too open all the locks
I'd open all the blocks, flood em all with rocks.
Keep clockin knots, cause it dont stop .
Stay close to a chop, just in case you think not.
Baking soda in the water till it bubble in the pot.
When its dry it's hard like candy, butter cookies what you got.
Break it down into some boulders, fifties look like butterscotch
Now i'm on the streets, another plan, a money plot
Buy a brand new Benz before you rolled it off the lot
It really don't mean shit, if your ass get shot
Why?
You can't take it with you
All them things that money buy
You won't need 'em when you die, baby
You can't take it with you
Even when they hit you with 50 bullets
Fifty times in your nugget, fuck it
Love it or hate, like it or not
I really gives a fuck what rabbit gets shot
Sedidate me, baby, lately, I've been crazy,
Caught up in the world of madness can't phase me
Suicidal, fuck American Idol, rock my recital
Esham is my title, vital, visions are homicidal
But that don't matter, even when your blood gets splattered
Caps going off like the Mad Hatter
You can be poor or filthy rich
Cause nobody can buy eternal life up in this bitch.
You can't take it with you
All them things that money buy
You won't need 'em when you die, baby
(Everything... Money, Cars, Jewelry... all of it...)
"Our dear brother right here was a good brother. He had money and diamonds.
He got diamonds all... all right now, but we gonna take all that...
before we put him in the ground we gonna take all that off his body.
But, anyway... He had a mansion... he had a mansion...
But he don't need that where he goin. We gonna be livin it up...
He had a purdy wife, he won't be needin her no more. The church gonna take care of her-"
You can't take it with you
No lust, no love, no drugs, no slugs, no FBI bugs
Put one right between your eyes in the center of your mug
Brains all on the floor, blood skeetin' on the rug
Fucked around with the underground, murdered like chud
Get smoked like bud, body left in the hood
Stripped naked, take off your jewels rapped in a blanket, kick it
Cooked him, left in the bucket like a burnt piece of chicken
Biten, went professional hittin'
It's all about choppin' bodies up and throats slittin'
So you can't take nothing with you but some hollow tips
And then if you like the steel dick, swallow this.
You can't take it with you
All them things that money buy
You won't need 'em when you die, baby
Think quick, hit me with a brick, lickety split
The quicker he flip, the quicker the whip
The turbochip, twenty-four inch dipped
glock on the hip in the kitchen with the magican watchin him mix
I don't give a fuck, somebody pull up in a cement truck
and get some bricks on my lawn, like you diggin it up
its been a droute, no doubt, trying to find a new paper route
Brick-layin like a mason out there, what you about?
Grinder, baller, hustler, servin customers
Money get a hoe-hitter, have him lovin us
From elbows got bank rolls
And all the freshest clothes and all the coke-head stank hoes
I was born in a dope spot, holdin rocks
Foldin knots, baking soda, bubble hot water and pots
Learnin watch for the cops, twenty off every hundred, five-hundred is tops
But my story's untold, cause it's so out cold
Did all of this shit when I was very young
Learned to pack a gun in my early days
And the only thing on my mind was getting paid
Twenty-four/seven sittin in a spot with a mac eleven
Sniff, blow your brains out real quickly
The old people say you can go to jail for that
I got a scale for that, plus a sale for that
Hit me with a brick of that flakey shit
That jump back quick from one-two-five to one-five-six
I'm helluva on the mix
The fiends need a fix
Don't talk no shit
Just hit me with a brick
Thats if your holding
big figure folding
i'm rollin like Nolan
Boomin' like Newman in the fast lane zoomin
Boss up
Don't get me crossed up
We like to drink the sauce up
Toss money at the bar and floss up
Boss up
Y'all know who's the nicest
I'm from Detroit, player
I don't care what the price is
I don't wear Nike Air force ones no more, baby, I'm sorry
My sneakers cost nine hundred dollars and they made by Maury
My shit's ridiculous, got gold in my toilet stool
And bitches wanna swear theres diamonds in my swimmin pool,
"He's so cool!"
When the girls see me, they all drool,
Because they know that I'm the one thats breaking all the rules
My mink coat's so long, you can mistake it for carpet
You got purple kush up in that blunt, homie? Just spark it
If twenty-six's aint on your truck, you should just park it
Because you're out there like that department store, Target
I bought the Beatles catelogue back from Michael Jackson
Then called his ass a child-molester right before I slapped him
Then sold the shit to Paul Micartney, then I double-taxed him
The chrome Desert Eagle convinced him - and relaxed him
Christina Aguilera came over, did me dirty
I told Beyonce stop trying to give me Jay z's birdy
I know you purdy, but go get me a ice-cold Pepsi
Then get your ass in this hot tub with me and Lisa Marie Presley
Boss up
Don't get me crossed up
We like to drink the sauce up
Toss money at the bar and floss up
Boss up
Y'all know who's the nicest
I'm from Detroit, player
I don't care what the price is
I walk on rose petals, my feet never touch the ground
Got two bitches - one to wipe me up, one to wipe me down
I sleep with three women all night, it's like a hardcore porn
They got me shakin in my bed like Ozzy Osbourne
I got the power
I'm pissing golden showers
The hoe that wipe my ass say it smells like flowers
Is that neccessary? Me and Halle Barry in a bubble bath
Just got back from Germany, I'm jet lag
Boss up
Don't get me crossed up
We like to drink the sauce up
Toss money at the bar and floss up
Boss up
Y'all know who's the nicest
I'm from Detroit, player
I don't care what the price is
I got four hundred acres in the city on the East side
Police, they work for me, deliver donuts and pizza
I pay Mariah Carry to come and sit on my toilet and sing to me
When I'm in the tub, and dry my booty when I'm done
I got three helicopters and I rent them out for videos
So rappers can front and try to boss up like me, I suppose
I got a pit with platinum slugs and a doghouse, with an escalator in it
You's a hater, admit it
I did it, i made it
You hate it, can't fade it
Murdered a bitch with my bare hands and only got a fine and paid it
Bought the jury each a bently, after the trial I took it back
Here I come! Look at that! Where my fucking hookers at?
Had a private jet, but I sold it to the Soviets
As boss as it gets, for real and flossing all hits
I'm underground, undetected, much respected
Never rejected, my downfall - dont expect it.
Boss up
Don't get me crossed up
We like to drink the sauce up
Toss money at the bar and floss up
Boss up
Y'all know who's the nicest
I'm from Detroit, player
"Detroit listeners out there, you better be sure to stop by the
Galaxy Club where theres a freestyle superfly fresh contest going
on tonight. If you got the skills you better get your hiphop ass
on down here, cause we got DJ Clueless on the wheels of steel"
(The fuck... fucks... trying to freestyle... oh, I'll be down there.
Yeah, I got something for all these muthafuckas down there. Yeah.)
Mortification is my next demonstration
I'd ask you for a light pumping gas at the station
Heres my situation: I hate many people
So I hear no evil say no evil just like Kanieval
Leave you headless, bloody mess
Like you was ridin a Ducati
Ladey Dahdey
Broke every bone in your body, I'm not sorry
I'll probably murder you, voices tellin me do what he say
"Kill the DJ! Fuck what he play! Mayday Mayday!"
BOOM BOOM, blood's all over the room
I fucked your bitch like a witch with the broom
Dooms-day, murderers say,
"All y'all must pay when the buck shots spray!"
Who wants to challenge me?
Grab the mic and bust your rap
But then I'm a just go grab my strap and just commence to bustin caps
Leaving bodies piled up in freestyle clubs. Fuck!
You better make room! BOOM like what!
WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
WHAT WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
Killers run up in this bitch, start bustin off shots
Hitting mirror balls, lazer lights, and people on the top
I'm lookin for the DJ 'cause he dont see it my way
I'm 'bout to blow him out his headphones and spin some abk
I'm like a Molitove cocktail breaking on your wall
I'm setting shit off, I'll blow your lid off, your body fall
You dont need aluminol, I'm leavin blood everywhere
And I'm aiming for the head and hair of everybody there
I'm like a grasshopper quick to jump, I'm spreading my wings
You say the wicked shit'll die, I say you faggots seeing things
And all you bitches know: I'm gangsta. Dont ask me to dance
I might straight panic, pull the gat, and blow your pussy out your pants
It's the wicked shit. It's E and J. It's hotter than Hell
And every Devil's Night, we hunt them down and slaughter D12
I take the moosegun and shot your butt and blow it out your back
Turn and face the camera, "Where your hatches at?"
Throw em up y'all
WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
WHAT WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
Make room
Guess who coming in?
Grab my gun again
They told me he was one of them
So i done him in
A killer's on the hunt again
Smoke my blunt again
Fatality finished him - I won again
Repentance, my vengence, so I'm not sentenced a hundred years
It's burning my ears, and blood is mixed with my tears, fears
My styles gets rid of this, drive-by's and wheelchairs
All you see is smoke in the air cause we dont care.
WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
"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
A thug changes, and love changes
and best friends become strangers
A thug changes, and love changes
(yo, uh)
Can it be, that i stayed away for too long?
Did i leave your mind when i was gone?
Baby ain't no need to pretend I aint actin live
I'm like a young-ass Michael from the Jackson Five (HEE HEEE)
But you don't feel me, the industry for years been trying to kill me
Me and my niggas stay in the cracks like roaches
Always runnin from the Raids when the cops approaches
Man my style is just too ferocious
Been spitting potent dope for years, that's why I overdoses
Now I'm gonna tell you how it all began
Before Eminem
Before all of them
I'm a tell you how they tried to play me
How my city betrayed me, made me fuckin go crazy
Made me carry the AK in the back with my base
This worlds so cold
I'm a let you know
You can't get away with tryin to steal my flow
In eighty-eight I set up shop before detroit had shock
Kid Rock never rode a bike down my block
Remember Homie the Clown?
And thats about the time ICP put it down
Detroits most wanted, K-Ice and Maistro and Smiley
I was at the Disk, spendin' bank with Gregg Riley
Even though we was movin units every day
Still gots no love or radio play
Maybe because I won't pay payola
Known in the streets for moving yoca cola
Me and my brother, trying to get up out the ghetto
Take care of my mother, cause I love her
It was no hip hop shops or freestyle battles
Only a city full of snakes that rattle
Remember "Sugar is sugar and salt is salt"
If they didnt sell records, its not my fault
I used to watch the scene with Natt Morris
I dedicate this to Detroit, now I'm a sing the chorus
So high you cant get over it
So high you cant get over it
So low thats why i'm holding it
So low thats why i'm holding it
Boss up
A real soldier learn to take orders
So his game is still pulled through in the fourth quarter
I know you cant believe that you've all been decieved
Its like a girl sayin her hairs real but its a weave
Feminem is a style
She-twelve is an age
She lives across 8 mile, but still can get gauged
Kill the fetus, please believe this, word to Jesus
I got niggas with the blowoff in they freezers
Facts is facts and fictions fictions
If you cant take the heat stay up out the kitchen
I remember droppin Hellter Skkkelter
Before Devils Night, I could of burned down the shelter
We was bumpin Awesome Dre
Representing Detroit way before you meant Dr. Gay
All my underground niggas up at c Notes
Open mic spitting wicket shit that we wrote
There wasn't no East to West Coast
Just Awol, Rap Mafia, DJ Eazy B and Los.
This worlds so cold
I'm a let you know
"Uhh... all of my life real serious... check this out... yo"
All of my life
I need a husband, boy, you need a wife
And so lets make it right
I'm through with the thugging and the hanging all night
Oh, baby
All of my life
I've been searchin the whole world for someone like you
To maybe have a daughter or a son that look like you
If I was true and you was true and we was true together
Well, then theres nothing in this world we couldnt do together
We went to school together plus we looked so cool together
They see us out there, they be like "Them two still together"
No matter the weather, broken wings, you patch my feathers
And thats why it's always heavenly forever
All of my life
I need a husband, boy, you need a wife
And so lets make it right
I'm through with the thugging and the hanging all night
Oh, baby
Let me tell you, girl, I'll never sell you, girl
Your heart's made out of glass, I won't drop your world
So precious as a pearl
I know I put you through some things that made you wanna cry, girl
But you stood by, girl
Girl, I need your nose bleed if I leave ya
I love the way you rock my boat like Aliyah
I can't wait to see ya, pull up in the two seater
Drop-top showing off your smile with a knock-knock
All of my life
I need a husband, boy, you need a wife
And so lets make it right
I'm through with the thugging and the hanging all night
Oh, baby
I'm through with runnin the streats, my gun in my reach
I'm through with hanging all night. Drinking liqour aint right
I just might wind up in the hospital from being irresponsible, the worst
I'm through with puttin everything first
I'm through with everything
"You'll need a wife that's gonna be with you to the end ...and ever
...hustling ...through the pain ...we will struggle ...and the strain
...we can struggle together ...together ...we'll be ...yeah ...ohh"
TOGETHER... FATHER FORGIVE ME... FOR ALL MY SINS...
"Today boys and girls we have a special speaker in the house tonight
And he's gonna teach you about life and death"
I was born a God damn failure
Dropped outta school at mitalia
Found me a nickel and lost a dime
My whole life story came true in a rhyme
I don't know what the fuck was on my mind
I tried suicide 4 or 5 times
Tryed to take a whiff into wrist but it didn't work
And it seems I'm the only one that's gettin' hurt
Now I gotta bullet and a chain, and I'm fulla sweat
I decide to play a game of Russian Roulette
Click, click, click I guess I loose I didn't win
So I decide to do it again and again
Now it's gettin' borin' 'cause I keep on loosin'
I guess I'm kinda cruisin' for a bruisin'
Then I take a knife and put a 6 in my head
3 times then I say I wish I was dead
Blood drippin' off my forehead
And then I'm lyin' in my deathbed, but I'm not dead
I gotta headache so I'm gettin' somethin' for it see
I take some Tylenols, about 23
So what you wanna follow me
I got 13 ways to commit suicide
Who would like to hang from a tree?
"I would I would," then listen close to me
You get some sturdy rope and put it 'round your neck
Tie a real good knot, or the shit won't work
It's best to put it in a noose
Just incase you have second thoughts you can't get loose
Now we're at number 6
This a real goody no special effects or countertricks
Tie a big rock to your foot no mistakes
Then jump your ass in a deep lake
Get yourself some gas, then drink that shit
Then drink some more, then you smoke the cigarette
Or better yet, get real drunk and take a real long drive
On the freeway down the wrong side
Brother you're bound to make a hit
It's like lettin' a pitbull suck a dick
So if you wanna follow me
I got 13 ways to commit suicide
Now we're on number 11
Did you know suicidalists didn't go to heaven?
'No where they go man?" take another guess
Matter fact take another suicidal test
This is what you do man
Go jump your monkey ass off a real tall building
And then you live through that one
You get reincarnated mean you get to come back son
But I seriously doubt that
'Cause you been tryin' to kill yourself you don't care shit about that o yea i rule
All you wanna do is die
Maybe motherfuckers kill themselves but don't know why
But I know why I'm teachin' you this
"Why?" Should you have to kill yourself, you don't miss
To prevent a miss, you put a gun in your mouth
And blow your fuckin' brains out
Fuck your mommy, fuck your daddy, nobody cares
Look how they treated you over the years
What you oughta do is kill them then you
A suicidalist dream come true
So if you wanna follow me
