[Violent J] Bitch back up cause your dimmin' my shine You got nine kids, only two of them mine I get you cigarettes, weed, pampers, and similac Bitch start giving back, fuck hittin' that Your shit loop like a bowl of soup And every time I'm with you, I'm smelling nothing but baby poop You got WIC food stamps, and ADC Why you still fucking with me, you dirty scoundrel And I'ma murder any friend of the court Throw a bomb in they office on the way to the airport Then blast off, catch a flight to another life Five baby mommas every one of them trife? hoes They won't stifle, always wanna fight and for what Get the rifle one to her butt, POP! I won't have it, bitches won't fly straight And I got two more bitches callin' sayin' they late Baby momma blues
[Chorus] Deadbeat moms are chasing me ain't no one on my side I'm packin all my shit up and I'm taking off tonight Bitch leave me alone
[Esham] Fuck my baby momma, with that baby drama Callin' me while I'm in the Bahamas with Lana and Donna Two freaks that I met with the hummer from last summer Anyway bitch, how'd u get my new number Fuck my baby momma, she need a new weed? That bitch did something that I couldn't believe She called up a priest, she called the police And then called a lawyer and took half of my piece Fuck my baby momma, I can't see it like Stevie Wonder All I know is when it rains it thunders My baby momma took me under Fuck my baby momma, and my thirty kids Don't tell me bout shit that none of them did To all you deadbeat moms, who be bringin' the drama Fuck you in front of the court, and fuck my baby momma
[Chorus] Deadbeat moms are chasing me ain't no one on my side I'm packin all my shit up and I'm taking off tonight
[Shaggy 2 Dope] I got the baby momma blues from in my shoes You don't love them kids, you only keep them to use You breathe fire, all your baby daddies are rappers How that happen? You got me plottin' a kidnapping Baby momma, baby momma, baby momma, fuck off! All I know, you shoulda just jacked me off He looks like me, bitch, he looks just like you Damn, just a piece of neden ? Bitch, I bought you a trailer, it wasn't enough You met some punk and he stole your stuff You wrecked your car they cut off your phone Baby mommas blowin me up AIN'T NOBODY HOME! How much money, just for three kids I got three other hoes layin' down they bids Don't think I wont choke out all 4 of they faces I got baby mommas in phenomenal places
[Chorus] Deadbeat moms are chasing me ain't no one on my side I'm packin all my shit up and I'm taking off tonight Leave me alone
[Esham] There you have it, man These hoes done lost they minds, man These hoes keep tryin' to hit a brother with charges So I just keep on hittin' them with gauges You know what I'm sayin'? These hoes can just jump up off me man I don't give a fuck what the DMA say, you hear what I'm sayin? Fuck what the DMA say I just had another one man Yeah, it's tryna get me I don't know man I don't know what they gone do But if they break up out this..
Is there anybody out there? "Esham and Twiztid." "Twiztid!" "Who thought it'd happen?" "That's right, bitch"
[Chorus: Esham & (Jamie Madrox)] Look at me! Look at me! (Come on dog, I see you stern) Look at me! Look at me! (Is it the clothes you see me wearing?) 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'.
[Esham] 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
[Jamie Madrox] I'm swinging for your esophagus You goin' 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 want to die?
[Monoxide Child] Fuck it, why yall I've been fucking 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 tongue blaze when I breathe
[Monoxide Child] Look at me! Monoxide!
[Jamie Madrox] Jamie Madrox! Soda pop rocks
[Esham] Esham! Wicket shit! Boomin' out spots!
[Esham] 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
<i>[Esham]</i> 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>[Esham]</i> 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
<i>[TNT]</i> 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 I need a new plug cuss mine just blew, man.
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 Pay attention muthafucker, you dont know me
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.)
<i>[Esham]</i> 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 WHAT WHAT? YALL MAKE ROOM WHEN WE SHOW UP BOOM BOOM BOOM
<i>[Esham]</i> 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.
<i>[TNT]</i> 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
<i>[Esham]</i> 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
<i>[TNT]</i> 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 You probably a weak-ass nigga from the burbs, extra soft.
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 I don't care what the price is
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 <i>[x4]</i>
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 People these days are really out cold <i>[x4]</i>
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!)
<i>[Esham]</i> 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
<i>[Violent J]</i> 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!)
<i>[Esham]</i> 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
<i>[Violent J]</i> 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
<i>[Esham]</i> 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
<i>[Violent J]</i> 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!) This one's for them boys! (Hustlin!)
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
<i>[Jumpsteady]</i> "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. This shit is for real. We can die at any time, man."
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... I REPENT
10..9..8 Ignition sequence start, engines on 5..4..3..2..1 All engines running, launch commence
<i>[chorus 2x]</i> I'm high up in the air, I'm feeling the turbulence But when it comes to work, I'm magnificent serving it
<i>[Esham]</i> Street lords to my niggas, cheddar boy, clockin' figures Only fuck with the work, just to make my pockets bigger Keep my finger on the trigger, of a AK, Deliver One shot to yo dome, I'll make your whole soul quiver Shiver like the cold winter, like Detroit in December Yo bitch kept beggin me, to put the dick up in her She was riding on it hard, and feeling the turbulence I hit it from the back, but she said I was hurtin it She told me not to cum, right before I was squirtin it I fuckin' get up, right after I do my dirt in it I make the bed rock, but my name a Rita Mosely Whole ki', 36 Oz.'s, a little whoadie
<i>[chorus 2x]</i>
Reel life's my production, no you niggas aint fuckin' Wit' nothing that I'm doin' I was raised up in the ruins And I'm high up in the air and I'm feeling the turbulence Flying on my magic carpet rockin' a turban, bitch Droppin' bombs on mothafuckers well deserving it Comin through beatin' down the block disturbin' shit Esham possessed, by the sons of Saddam When I go to sleep, I dream about money, power, and bombs Bitch, you better recognize, the boss of the mob Niggas soaking all my game up, like Spongebob Squarepants I don't dance, I boogie, it's true I cut the head off the devil, and I'll throw it at you
<i>[chorus 2x]</i>
May-day, May-Day, throw the coke out on the runway If the D.E.A. come my way, they gettin' gunplay I'm doin' about 100, the wrong way up the runway I wish it was a Monday, but it was a black Sunday I was high up in the air, and feeling the turbulence Jumpin' out of planes, wit' no parachute, on some bird shit Flying through the air, with the greatest of ease Things fall to they knees, snitches tell the police We be high up in the air, and feelin' the turbulence Floating on the black benz, blowing the purple shit Just like the hood, when the ghetto birds circle it Infrared search light, I just might murk you bitch!
[Radio DJ] How long have you been listening to the worlds famous? [Caller] About six weeks [Radio DJ] Six weeks [Radio DJ] Please relax and prepare for takeoff
Bodies all on the ground Bodies crawling all around Bodies falling all down Who did this? Bodies all on the ground Bodies crawling all around Bodies falling all down Who did this? Bodies all on the ground Bodies crawling all around Bodies falling all down Who did this?
How many bodies must fall to the ground Drop dead Eyeballs popping out their heads Bloody bodies Murder be my favorite hobby And if you don't believe me Mothafucker come and try me I be planning a caper Kill you, take all of your paper Even if you fall asleep In your dreams I creep With Jason and Freddy Krueger, ready to do ya If I don't hit ya with the axe and slice right through ya I'm going on a killing spree after every MC So when I kill your favorite rappers only left is me
Bodies all on the ground Bodies crawling all around Bodies falling all down Who did this? Bodies all on the ground Bodies crawling all around Bodies falling all down Who did this?
I'm going on a killing spree Yo... one.. one.... One MC thought his style was the truth Before he spit I shot his ass in the head in the vocal booth Now you got no proof Cause I burnt all the evidence And the game ain't been the same ever since I killed the fresh MC, he died yesterday, I shot him in the head With the A.K. And don't nobody care cause I ain't got no love for them Bodies drug for them Graves get dug for them On the microphone slugs... I throw them... uh... Bodies fall... Act like you don't know
*Break* I been... I, I, I been... I, I, I been... I, I, I been... I been... I been smoking, I been drinking, to myself I start to thinking In my mind it slowly sinks in, dead bodies starting to stinking I been smoking, I been drinking, to myself I start to thinking In my mind it slowly sinks in, dead bodies starting to stinking
Bodies stinking evil forces I can smell their rotting corpses Maggots crawl around in the grounds As they take you down Evil dogs, bark at night I can even smell your fright Smells like bacon Bacon and ham I know you know who I am Who am I? I am E-S-H-A-M you know me And I will tell you this Bodies stink like fish I'm a suicidalist Still I clutch the gun in my fist Taking them risks Penitentiary chances, and let me tell you there's no answer For all your pain In the rain
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) I made a mistake and killed my ex-girlfriend (i didnt mean too)
10..9..8 Ignition sequence start, engines on 5..4..3..2..1 All engines running, launch commence
<i>[chorus 2x]</i> I'm high up in the air, I'm feeling the turbulence But when it comes to work, I'm magnificent serving it
<i>[Esham]</i> Street lords to my niggas, cheddar boy, clockin' figures Only fuck with the work, just to make my pockets bigger Keep my finger on the trigger, of a AK, Deliver One shot to yo dome, I'll make your whole soul quiver Shiver like the cold winter, like Detroit in December Yo bitch kept beggin me, to put the dick up in her She was riding on it hard, and feeling the turbulence I hit it from the back, but she said I was hurtin it She told me not to cum, right before I was squirtin it I fuckin' get up, right after I do my dirt in it I make the bed rock, but my name a Rita Mosely Whole ki', 36 Oz.'s, a little whoadie
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Reel life's my production, no you niggas aint fuckin' Wit' nothing that I'm doin' I was raised up in the ruins And I'm high up in the air and I'm feeling the turbulence Flying on my magic carpet rockin' a turban, bitch Droppin' bombs on mothafuckers well deserving it Comin through beatin' down the block disturbin' shit Esham possessed, by the sons of Saddam When I go to sleep, I dream about money, power, and bombs Bitch, you better recognize, the boss of the mob Niggas soaking all my game up, like Spongebob Squarepants I don't dance, I boogie, it's true I cut the head off the devil, and I'll throw it at you
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May-day, May-Day, throw the coke out on the runway If the D.E.A. come my way, they gettin' gunplay I'm doin' about 100, the wrong way up the runway I wish it was a Monday, but it was a black Sunday I was high up in the air, and feeling the turbulence Jumpin' out of planes, wit' no parachute, on some bird shit Flying through the air, with the greatest of ease Things fall to they knees, snitches tell the police We be high up in the air, and feelin' the turbulence Floating on the black benz, blowing the purple shit Just like the hood, when the ghetto birds circle it Infrared search light, I just might murk you bitch!
(Chorus: Esham w/ kids) (Paper....Gotta have that Paper...) Gotta..Gotta Gotta Have that Paper..Paper (Paper....Gotta have that Paper...) (Paper....Gotta have that Paper...) (Paper....Gotta have that Paper...) (Paper....)
(Verse 1) Gotta get that feddy cuz I need it, that's why I stay heated Jesus save me, throw me down a bundle Wrapped up like a football, bet I won't fumble Stumble, I'm lying in the jungle, serving my "Bo-Jumbles" A killer where my gun blows, but I stay humble Watch 'em all crumble, "Baller" like "Motumbo" Riding with a bumble, beats causing rumble Hoes try to beat a nigga like a bongo Mixerman cook 'em in a pot like gumbo Specially when your pesos coming so pronto
(Chorus)
(Verse 2) Gotta get some purple is what I'm smoking, that' why I stay choking, locc'n English broken, all this papers got me open Get more papers all I'm hoping No need to say a word to papers, spoken Freezer frozen when I'm posing Passion, cameras, flashing lights and action main attraction Paper make everything better best believe it, and I love to receive it Billionaire baller status, the chief is still breathing
(Chorus)
(Verse 3) Gotta have that mucho de nero, and when I got it its to querdo Errday, allday, baby girl what you say I can't stay We can play I don't pay, keep me right around the way We can ride around the today, AaaaYo. HeeeyHo Wake up get ya cake up...bake up Only thing that matters in this life is paper, everybody got they own price for paper Chips with the dip grims when ya get more paper then ya even know what to do with So let me get right to it
(Chorus)
(Outo: Kid Talking) Dadda we gotta get all the paper That's right So we can have that lure jet And we can be on MTV Cribs with the mansion and the swimming pool This Lil' Tey Tey represent
