I how it feels to wake up fucked up pockets on E, and bad company. I I had a key too open all the locks I'd open all the blocks, em all with rocks. Keep clockin knots, it dont stop . Stay close to a chop, in case you think not. Baking soda in the till it bubble in the pot. When its dry hard like candy, butter cookies what you got. Break it down into some boulders, fifties like butterscotch Now i'm on the streets, another plan, a money Buy a brand new Benz you rolled it off the lot It really don't shit, if your ass get shot
You can't it with you All things that money buy You won't 'em when you die, baby
You can't take it you Even when hit you with 50 bullets Fifty in your nugget, fuck it Love it or hate, it or not I really gives a fuck what gets shot Sedidate me, baby, lately, I've crazy, Caught up in the of madness can't phase me Suicidal, fuck Idol, rock my recital Esham is my title, vital, visions are But that don't matter, even when your blood gets going off like the Mad Hatter You can be poor or filthy Cause nobody can buy life up in this bitch.
You can't take it you All them that money buy
You won't need 'em you die, baby (Everything... Money, Cars, Jewelry... all of it...)
"Our dear right here was a good brother. He had money and diamonds. He got all... all right now, but we gonna take all that... we put him in the ground we gonna take all that off his body.