Esham

Esham's Boomin

歌词

Yo, man, let me get one of them big motherfuckers, and shit in here
All right man, here you go man, give me the money, man
Give me the money, yeah, man
Hey, fuck that, you ain't get no damn choice
Get the rock, and get the fuck on

Sittin' down in a crack house, earning my pay
If some base head jump crazy, I'll just blow him away
'Cause I'm fully wrapped, I ain't taken crap
I got a mini 14, with a shoulder strap
Base heads knocked on the door, they just knocked, and knocked
My crack quickly disappeared, one rock by rock

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I had a couple more to go, but oh, no
Here comes the big hoe, bustin' down the do'
So, I kicked out a window, jumped the roof next door
Took the money, left the crack, but I'll get more
Jumped down off the roof, cops start poppin'
All yellin' "Freeze!", Who they thought was stoppin'?

Cops on my tail, tryin' to put me in jail (aah!)
I slipped, and I fell, got up, and ran like Hell
I was runnin', and runnin', runnin' fast as I can
If you would a seen me, you'd a said, "That was the bionic man"
Yeah, I was born, this brother had got away
Just up the block, with my homeboy's hide away
Bang on the door, he let me into his crib

When I told him about the police, and what they did
He gave the keys to his ride, and I was back on the move
Jumped into his set, and kicked the groove

You see, crime is life and life is crime
But what would life be without a Reel Life rhyme?
Not real life

Cruising around town, and the bass is up
Running big time lights, I don't give a fuck
Seen the police, put the peddle to the metal
The pig was on my tail, because, the speakers rock the ghetto
I knew they wasn't bitches, 'cause, the traffics movin' fast
They not gonna get me, unless they pop my ass

Burned big time rubber on seven mile
I was driving like a drunk cold, acting wild
Slammed on the breaks, pressed on the gas
Dipped around a corner, come off they ass
Bust a move to my crib, to change my clothes
And since I got away from the cops, I'm screamin' fuck them hoes!
And I stepped outside, Jumped into my ride

Seen a couple base heads hanging out at the bar
Pulled over, and parked, throw 'em a sample rock
Had all the base heads on my jock
A crack fiend, goddamn, tried to snatch my caine
Whipped out my mag, and blew out his brains

See, crime is life, and life is crime (aah!)
But what would life be without a Reel Life rhyme?
Not real life

All the base heads on the corner ran (aah! Aah!)
Then a lady shouted out "That guy killed a man, he killed somebody" (Aah! Aah!)
Oh shit, goddamn, I got a witness (aah! Aah!)
Two to her head, and I said, "Bitch, mind your business"
Jumped into my car, left the scene of the crime
Two murders uncalled-for, doing no time

I'm a gangster on the run, my solution's a gun
And I'll beat up your momma, just for fun
One day, I was chillin' on the East side of town
Not a base head in site, and none to be found
So, my fila's kickin' to the sidewalk beat
And my jam is kind of warm, 'cause, I'm packin' heat

You might think I'm a statistic to work this beat
But if I don't sell drugs, then, I don't eat
Some think that I am dumb, I don't care what they think
But I'm a keep getting paid, until I'm locked in the click
Or uzi's be poppin' at my body like thunder
And I'm dead like a doorknob, six feet under
That's the consequences, got rich man in business

I'll blow up your momma in military defenses
Unemployed with a beard, make the school player hate the hoes on the side
So you know it's drug related
Ten G's in my pocket, with the style, and profile
And born in New York, and grew up in Long Island

Raised in the Motown, a brother throw down
Beefin' with the G, and believe me, you will go down
Don't start none, boy, won't be none
Brothers want some, then you got to get some

Crime is life, and life is crime
But what would life be without a Reel Life rhyme?
Not real life

Kicked in the face with the dope man reality
The brothers hard with a criminal personality
No one scares me, no one dares me
Shoot a brother in the back for crack, 'cause, no one cares, see
I'm not 18, so I can be wild
'Cause in the courts eyes, I'm still a juvenile
A Reel Life product, it's a rock it's a rock

Got the neighborhood smoking for blocks and blocks
And y'all fools be slippin', puffin dicks, be chokin'
Two weeks later, your arm would be broken
Wake up to reality
I don't have a negative personality
But everyone have to do what they have to do, to get by
Even if it's sell crack, ah