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from Esham - Repentance (2003)
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 |
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from Esham - Repentance (2003)
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 You can't get away with trying to steal my flow <i>[esham pushin the beat with his mouth in the backround]</i> |
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from Esham - Repentance (2003)
Who's there?
"Forgive me father for I have sinned." "Yes my son You have a confession to make?" "They want me to do it again." "Those who repent shall recieve salvation." "I gotta go back..." ...I bang on everything, boy BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Up jump the boogie And you're just a rookie So I take your cookies boy BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! I'm getting money, I push the seven-sixty Got green like Bill Bixby baby BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! No, you shouldna missed me Cause I'm gonna toss 'em back at ya, like hot frisbees fucka BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! It's all I know, it's all I do Countin cash in stacks, grind all night through I'm pushin' packages bitch I got a automatic I ran down your block and popped a crack addict Speakin' in tounges since I was young. I tote a uzi Professional hitman, pop you and your floozie Who's he? Esham, I do no interviews Blood's on my tennishoes, win or lose I'm finda smoke a ounce of kush Fuck George Bush Still on the block where it's hot murders be overlooked Dreams and nightmares Everythings right there In the city that don't care Somehow we profit off welfare - Hell yeah Pistols be popping Coppers is dropping No time for no bitches, keep my riches 'Less it's coke shoppin' BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! No, you don't know me I roll with my homie It's Jesus, not unholy, ya heard me? BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! I send hollows threw you , I scream "Hallelujah" I do ya, cause you don't know me baby BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! This is for my Crips and my Bloods And all my gangstas and thugs that show slug love BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Guns up in the club, holding a lot of drugs Whats really good, what? Power and paper stacked up like skyscrapers I'm getting my money right I'm keeping my game tight Oh no I'm comin up on a bubble Bitches in trouble Breakin boulders like Barney Rubble Makin' my pockets double (whoady) Slug from a fourty-five, I live and die Like the gangstas before me 'Till they fourty-four me Or outlaw me They never saw no one raw as me The general in this war is me Hilter Young wigspliter Kill any rapper out there, nuclear warfare Spit napalm, Esham Wicket like Taliban Pushin denally from Detroit to Cali, mon Wicket Wicket Wicket It's so wicket Wicket The way I kick shit BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! I'm poppin' pistols So duck if the bullets whistle You're hopin that they don't hit you, homie BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! I'm down to buck'em all, fuck'em all Till they bodys in the ground where the maggots crawl BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! This is not a game Say "hello" to my little friend.. Bang Bang Bang BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Blow out your brains Ain't no friends in this game Fuck a five-0 and the fame Prelude to all this evil, Some people might say it's money whether they believe you. Judgement day is still a'comin people, never leave me. It will be with me forever only time i need you's When your fuckin head is severed stackin'up my green books. At night I'm playin' with black magic. Tell me, have you seen crooks Busting off they automatics deep into the darkness? Some might even say i'm heartless Even if tha cops is around, I bang your ass regardless. |
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from Esham - A.1. Yola (2005)
(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 |
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from Esham - Repentance (2003)
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 |
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from Esham - Repentance (2003)
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 |
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from Esham - Repentance (2003)
<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. |
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from Esham - Repentance (2003)
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 (Everything... Money, Cars, Jewelry... all of it...) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - The Calm (2005)
[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.. |
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from Esham - Repentance (2003)
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!) |
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from Esham - Repentance (2003)
7 Mile, Gratiot, 6 Mile, 5 Mile
<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. |
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from Esham - Repentance (2003)
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) |
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from Esham - Repentance (2003)
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 Pay attention muthafucker, you dont know me |
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from Esham - Repentance (2003)
[Chorus]
The struggle lives hard times, we do or die My whole crews fly hands high to the sky So maintain son elevate try to build But now you're still 'cause incarceration is for real Yeah son you know its on Now who would be the clown in the nine-six to mess around and catch a fist I show no mercy if you irk me I got physical that alert me when some herb tried to jerk me Or put the squeeze on it, break down the cipher But it won't work, were tight like the Q-Tip in the fight Now is you insane is your brain intact We be official when it comes to this no B.S. rap Here comes the lyrical, aerial raid right where you rest at Now test that I snatch your heart right through your chest black Gettin ill thoughts when I sleep at night I gotta maintain, blot the blood stains on my brain >From the clappin, we can make it happen Remember you ain't a killer, you only rappin I hate it, rappers over exaggeratin And never shot a gun in they life, they only masterbatin So come clean and keep it real if you like my sound And wave your hands in the air and put the nines down [Chorus: 2X] Brothas fought daily in the streets, we reek havoc On every block someones flippin like an acrobat I'm kinda young but I still gotta hold my own And Ima maintain what's mine till the day I'm grown I keep my crew up, people say I got a gang But I don't smoke I don't shoot and my crew don't slang We just hang tryin to get up in this rap game So I can gain so fame and build my crews name Rollin with juvenile thugs wit bad grades and bad ways Who woulda thought that I had some AIDS Dream totes and aspirations Brothas are tired of being broke so maybe that's why they free-basing Wastin time doing nothing Livin like an outcast gotta get up get out and get something [Chorus: 2X] Look into my eyes see if you can see what I can see In my reality the whole world is after me Schemin on the key but yo I got this locked down Me and lost and found comin out the underground Takin no prisoners my listeners we keep it real My thoughts are militant, when I'm in the killin field Click click, my minds automatic, so where's the static I got some joints up in my attic if you want to grab it I form a cipher where my peace brothers don't sleep You try to creep I guarantee that's when you feel the heat I come correct in this rap game Rappers act insane Meanwhile I'm blowin the mic an back in the frame They can't see me, they can't feel the real G I represent, commercial rap will never kill me [Chorus: 4X] |
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from Psychopathics From Outer Space (Part 2) (2003)
[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 |
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from Esham - Repentance (2003)
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 [Chorus: x2] [Repeat: x4] L-O-O-K A-T M-E B-I-T-C-H U-B-I-T-C-H |
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from Esham - Repentance (2003)
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? Mommy mommy, how ya doin? (how ya doin) |
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from Esham - Repentance (2003)
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 I think what if people didnt die and we lived forever high... |
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from Esham - Repentance (2003)
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." |
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from Psychopathics From Outer Space (Part 2) (2003)
"Brand new Esham from the Eastside of the galaxy"
(Esham) I met this little girlie Her pussy hairs was curly The way that bitch sucked off my dick I busted my nut early She asked me for some mo' dick And started sucking mo' dick I said relax you freaky bitch and sit yo' ass up on it Her momma's in the kitchen Her daddy's watching the game I got this bitch all knocking shit off of the shelves And screaming my name Bitch you take this dick up And pay me for that weed You cant just smoke my shit up, get some dick, and tell me to leave Your little sister's watching I think that bitch is hot I know she just a youngin' but I'm good for what she got She peeping through the keyhole I think she wants some peehole I f**ked that bitch in the butt, in the backseat of yo' daddy's Geo I stole yo momma's vicodin She just had surgery But, I was so quick in and out of that purse That bitch never heard of me I would try f**king yo momma But that bitch just so fat I seen that bitch step on a one dollar bill and leave four quarters flat WHAT! (Chorus - RudeBoy) How many bitches need to know this name? (Boogieman) Check yo ouija board, this ain't no game (Esham) Eastside hoes and money all night (Boogieman) With this boogieman you'll be alright (Esham) Bitch I want a piece of that cookie And bitch I want it for free Popular bitches get they little pussies popped Like Brent Bocker f**king with me I smack your silly ass up You don't roll that f**king grass up And after I'm done, I want the panties gone Cause bitch I'm tearing that ass up I'm mashing down Gratiot, gay bashing Necks I'm slashing Haul assing Heads I'm smashing and crashing Cause deaths my passion Til I'm ashing Wicked shit never gets spun That's why we get clever, get guns I pull a DJ out of his pj's It was E & J with the Soopa Villains And bitch wake me up with brains And maybe I'll loosen your chains Cause bitch you know you will never change You seen more dick than Hanes (Violent J) *Break* (x2) What are we gonna do with these hoes Smack me a bitch up I suppose Hurry up bitch, and jump out ya clothes You about to have dick coming out ya nose (Esham) I met this girl named J-Lo Jimmy-hat on my dick like a sombrero When I rawed her, she said "Te Quiero!" Then I was out like human tornado You might see me in the streets of the Motown Pushing crack to my hoes like Bobby Brown Oprah please come and slob me down I'll be like Steadman(?), how you like me now? I got big dick for you hoes to lick I don't trick bitch but take ya bank and split Beyonce, that's why I'm f**king Kelly In the backseat of a Chevy, after Nelly Michelle pussy just too smelly So we threw her outta the telly Oh really? Don't be acting silly Hoes buttnaked, ya'll know the drilly (Chorus - RudeBoy) How many bitches need to know this name? (Boogieman) Check yo ouija board, this ain't no game (Esham) Eastside hoes and money all night (Boogieman) With this boogieman you'll be alright |
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from Esham - Repentance (2003)
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> |
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from Esham - Repentance (2003)
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) <i>[Layzie Bone]</i> 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 <i>[Krayzie Bone]</i> 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) <i>[Wish Bone]</i> 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) You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You know you owe me, baby) |
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from Insane Clown Posse - Bizzar (2000)
Why, everytime I reach for the sky I can only reach so high, why
Why, everytime I headbutt a brickwall I always crack my skull, why Why, everytime I stab somebody, I always get my clothes bloody, why Why, everytime I drive down the wrong side of the street, everyone wanna beep, Why, everytime I'm broke and I sell rock I wind up in a cell block, why Why, everytime I shoot somebody in the face, pigs give chase, why Why, everytime I drink a little gasoline, I shit my spleen, why Why, when I try to fly like a birdy, I wind up on a gurney, dead, tell me why (Chorus 2x) Won't you tell me why Someone tell me why Jesus tell me why I must find out why Why, everytime I swallow a flathead nail, my neck feels stale, why Why, everytime I contact dark spirits, they wanna break my mirrors, why Why, everytime I choke a friend's neck, he don't come back, why Why, everytime I stab my eyes with an icepick, I cant see shit, why Why, everytime I play chicken with a train, it wins the game, why Why, everytime I wake the dead up, they try to eat my head up, why Why, everytime I see my reflection, I see no direction, why Why, everytime I order a taco, you want a bite muthafucko, tell me why (Chorus 2x) Won't you tell me why Someone tell me why Jesus tell me why I must find out why Why, everytime I raise my arms in celebration, playerhation, why Why, just cause I'm dead, decayed and passed you give me no ass, why Why, everytime I chew on thumbtacks, I get blood on my snacks, why Why, everytime I kick Faygos in the sky, you wanna know why, why Why, everytime an angel wanna kiss me, it always seems to miss me, why Why, why does Shangri-La seem so far away, you better leave to day, and no matter why (Chorus repeat until end) Won't you tell me why Someone tell me why Jesus tell me why I must find out why |
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from Esham - A.1. Yola (2005)
[Esham talking]
Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on the streets... [chorus] Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on the street, what'you say son? Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on these streets, what'you say son? [Esham] Time to cook up, got the California hook-up My paper's stacked like skyscrapers, gotta look up 24 parlay, tryin'a do a show a day Move a-half-a brick of Yay, get the fuck up out my way OH NO, I don't give a fuck again Cock my UZI you might catch a buck, my friend Guns and grams, you know that's what we on Servin' Zips in zones, that's what we on Movin' bricks and O's, that's what we on Pounds of Kush to grow, that's what we on, Yo Summertime snow, that's what we on Countin' cash all night, 'til the early mizzorn Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on the street, what'you say son? Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on these streets, what'you say son? [Esham] A-1 Yola, Caine and baking soda Takin' your orders, I'm the bolder promoter Went from rocks to 8 balls, half Oz's Full Onions to QP's, a afee to a half a B Now I'm in the streets of the D And if you wanna get money, then you're fuckin' with me But if you're broke and can't cope, write a suicide note Cuz if you come short with my money, then your ass'll get smoked I ain't no joke, don't provoke the pistol smoke Takin' penitentiary chances, livin' life with dope, bitch! Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on the street, what'you say son? Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on these streets, what'you say son? [Esham] Sitting down in a weight house, countin' the bricks Duncan-Hines, Betty Crocker, all in the mix Sara Lee, bake me a C-A-K-E Rollin' through your hood with my shit off safety Boomin' narcotics, Reel Life Product Through Hell I ball, in gasoline draws, yall Read fed magazine with teflon bullets Schizophrenic, Manic depressed, when I pull it Rubber band rapper, all my knots, sittin' in spots Duckin' from cops, still servin' when the block is hot POP POP goes the weasel, I'm diesel Stuntin' on these hoes, like I'm Evel Knievel Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on the street, what'you say son? Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on these streets, what'you say son? This is dedicated to the niggaz who been down since day one... A-1... Day one... A-1... Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on the street, what'you say son? Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on these streets, what'you say son? Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on the street, what'you say son? Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on these streets, what'you say son? |
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from Esham - Repentance (2003)
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 Fuck with me and get your brains blown hoes! |
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from Celebrates 10 Years: Best Of The Best (2004)
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! <i>[chorus 2x]</i> |
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from Esham - A.1. Yola (2005)
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! <i>[chorus 2x]</i> |
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from Esham - A.1. Yola (2005)
(Intro-Jules' cold blooded bible passage)
(Chorus) Wicket! Shit I spit at everybody (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!) I bloody bodies, shoot up parties (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!) The world is burnin; hell on earth (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!) It started since my date of birth (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!) Though God bless, no rest for the (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!) I hear somethin come this way (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!) On 9-11 doomsday (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!) I look up at the moon and say (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!) (Verse 1) Wicked shit, I spit it, come get it, who did it? Though I walk through the valley of death, I fear no clan Wicked plan, brainwash, radio program Pulled out my pistol and I shot the reefer man and ran Chopped his body up in pieces and put him in garbage cans Then I went to church the next Sunday and prayed for him I said "Jeepers creepers, I be my brother's keeper" So I blew his head off with a, a street sweeper Wicked shit startin off the blunt I was sparkin I had to shoot my next door neighbor dog, he kept barkin Kept me up all night when I was tryin write This very suicidal, wicked shit I had to recite Wicked walkin, wicked talkin, while the chickens keep squawkin Let my paper keep stackin, 12 dozen eggs is crackin This is ya brain on drugs if slippin on double doves It's wicked to kick it in the world so we bubble drugs (Chorus) (Verse 2) Wicked shit is dead-i-ly when murders my melody I'm paranoid for roaches; when I flow it's a felony FBI surveillance and the police keep trailin me Cause I'm G-O-D-L-I-K-E, that's what they keep tellin me I'm the one you see at night, I'm a psycho, wanna murder bite Headed right ya way, bitch, you gotta die tonight Horrified, fuckin terrified, you'll never breathe again Vultures circle in the sky awaitin ya end Like a fortune tellin witch, "follow me I know the way" Use ya head as a crystal ball, "I see ya dyin day" See I have insomnia and I'll never sleep again I black out then you black out when you thought I was ya friend Just when you thought ya life was comin together for the betta The wicked shit strikes again, forever it'll scare ya I hear some screams at nightfall, I see the fear in ya eyes I snap out of it but it starts again at sunrise (Chorus) |
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from Esham - Repentance (2003)
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 Can you Woo Woo Woo Woo? |
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