Esham

[fox69]

"Woo Woo Woo"

"Woo Woo Woo"



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?

 

[fox69]

"Word After Word"

"Word After Word"


Im not a atheist...
Oh, he let me grow up in the mother fucking ghetto
Thanks for nothin' mother fucker thats for real
One of the ten commandments is thow shall not kill
Tell that mother fucker with the gun in my face
And get shot in the back
Or should I run from this place
Thats an act of insanity, "please no profanity"
Says the radio, but fuck you
I'm a do what I wanna do
I'm just tellin facts 'cause blacks are killin blacks
Nigga stepped on my shoe and I shot him in the back
Aint no thang gotta gang you'll all get shot too
Once I sqeeze the trigga your crew is through
Think Im bluffin then try me
Today you'll all die see
I got a bullet for you and your posse
I dont bullshit, no need to talk shit
The fuse is in your asshole and you just lit it
To live is evil, evils to live, you learn that
Put it in your holy bible and burn that

[chorus]

Words that you hearin
Niggas are fearin
Apearence so grewsome niggas are disapearin
Put up your fist, what is this
I got a mack 11 once I sqeeze the trigga your in hell or heaven
I aint waitin' around for no bodies to be found
Bullet to the head leave another nigga dead
You gotta be suicidal to fuck with a homicidal brother
Suffocated under a pillow intended to smother
Helldays death nights, midnights the witches hour
Damion's your maker and he loves a blood shower
It's time to die, so bye bye, you betta cry, nah
You betta run or somthing 'cause its do or die
If you need an ass kickin, kickin in your rib cage
You was a good one it read on your obituary page
Call me a ho them's fightin words
As im reciting words suckers are rewritin my words
Its simple and plain to see
Plain and simple to see
That I'm Esham and I'm great
You's a sucker but wait
This is just the style that I'm using
Confusing the suckers
'cause they stupid mother fuckers

[chorus]

Words from the lyrical
To save me's a miracle
If anything I never thought Id turn in to a criminal
So here I go once again, when I rhyme I sin
Niggas commit suicide as soon as I begin
Misled, another nigga dead
See I love the sight of blood 'cause my favorite colors red
Im smashin suckers crashin suckers dreams
And when it's Esham you start to scream
Im hard like concrete, funky like pigs feet
Nigga get crazy and you'll be under six feet
Verse after verse it just get's worse
Another sucker reherse but first

 

[fox69]

"Would You Die 4 Me"

"Would You Die 4 Me"




"Original style, original bad boy style, hear me"

I know a freak, I used to put my mack down on her
I used to boner her, make the other niggaz want her
So Mona, that was the trick name
She's a sick dame, cold caught up in the dick game
I'm not a wimp, never simp like a simp
I'm a pimp with the limp so I pimp, put my mack down
Much juice, used to fuck her back in nine-duece
Her moms was crackin, my bank was stackin
I'm mackin, ain't no slackin I'm Cadillacin
No love for this ho cause this pimp stayed solo
She jockin 24/7 it's hard to shake her off
Some poppa his brother so I'ma break her off
She had a bad habit of sayin she loved me
If I was broke she wouldn't be thinkin of me
I said fuck it baby must be sellin stress
And I ain't with the stress she got the slug in the chest
She tried to get her pussy wet with the skins
But that ain't how I'm layin with the state of mind I'm in
I had to run a check on this hoe
And then let me see, if the bitch'll die for me

[CHORUS]
Once upon a time
Once once upon a time
Once once upon a time
Once once upon a time

[Lesson 1:]
That girl in the blue dress
Opened my mouth and I tasted a woman for the first time

I said I wanna hoe that'll give me the world
Don't try to juice me up like I was a jheri curl
I got no fuckin time for your little sillyness
Either you down or you ain't really ness
I need a bitch that'll die for a nigga
That'll cry for a nigga, that don't like to a nigga
She said she loved me and she never wanna let me go
I said back up off these nuts and don't sweat me ho
I don't really think you know what you in for
I ain't your ordinary nigga from the ghetto
I never loved, never liked
I treat a hoe like a dyke, until she get my game down right
She shed a tear and said she never wanna let me leave
And there ain't nothin that can come between you and me
I said nothin till death do us part
Well if this niggaz truly in your heart, would you die for me?

[CHORUS]

[Lesson 2:]
they never loved you
They never loved you
They never loved you, you were just a toy

A couple months went past and now we rollin real
And I gots my trick like David Copperfield
But my tricks gettin sick in the mornin
Growin up and blowin up
I told this bitch, yo, somethins gotta go
I had to inform her like that white boy snow
She said what you want me to do? You know he needs us
I said Jesus, told me to kill the fetus
And if you got any problems wit it
You can leave it outside and let the garbage man come and get it
I left the room a, I heard a boom
She shot herself in the stomach, I start to vomit
She fell to her knees all bloody
Bleedin nutty, hoe buddy
She said look at what you made me do
I love you man, and I'd die for you

[CHORUS]

"I've been asked after witnessing this God-awful
Misery for the last 17 years if I've finally gotten
Used to this. Used to this after the human being
Eyes, and Ears, and Heart, get used to this."

 

[fox69]

"You Betta Ask Somebody"

"You Betta Ask Somebody"


Detroit City!
This is for all them big money makin niggaz in detroit.
I know ya' ridin high boy, i know ya' ridin high.
I might skate through my city 500 dry, just gotta fresh fade from the barber shop.
Gonna pick up my nigga we gonna hit the strip, got the 3-5-7 just incase we trip.
Might get a lil' drunk might smoke some weed, and fuck with some hoes thats all we need.
I'ma' real ass nigga that neva' fake, if you feel like me nigga pump yo' break.
See i made this shit fo' them niggaz who roll, like Tony Montana out control.
From the D-E-R-T-R-O-I-T can't no nigga out there fuck wit' me.
I'm gettin (mailed?) fuck a jail cell, post bail, Esham gettin paid who you gonna tell.
Wit' cho' punk ass! I blast! Any muthafucka runnin' up in the ski mask.
Never out done only out doin', titty bar bitches is the hoes i'm screwin'.
Why? cause all my niggaz did they addicted ta' sellin Yayo and yellin' hey hoe.
If you don't know i think you better go axe somebody bout' a real nigga hoe YO!

[Chorus:]
Bitch! you betta axe somebody! (bitch you betta' axe somebody)
Cause i don't just talk! (i don't just talk baby, thats right)
[repeat]

I don't just talk when it comes to makin' my (snouts?)
Cause i wuz slangin' rocks way before all them rappers.
On The coner sellin dimes, FUCK the ryhmes young nigga came up through them hard times.
I'ma' seven mile ride, beers glidin big bluntin' ain't no picture in if ya' frame.
The fall of the best friends Robbey and I, now niggaz in my city like do or die.
All i do is smoke weed and fuck these hoes, have em' waitin by the phone hopin they get chose.
All you punk ass niggas be player hatin'.
Cause i'm makin this money strait regulatin'.
And you be ill legit all counterfeit.
Ain't about no buisnes you all about bullshit.
Get yo' shit together, stop ridin' on the next niggaz dick and lovin these tricks.
It all started as a toddler, .45 bullet swallower to the foot step follower.
Slang' an oz. niggaz wanna' know me bitches wanna know my bidness cause ya' nosey.
I'm thinkin how can i come up on the 8 feet, i never let the money get chance to get away from me.
Street polaticin', hood rat dick stickin, Call me Cernal Sanders cause i got the fried chicken.
Ill life wicked ways make me real trife, i bring the thought up it's all about "Reel Life"

[Chorus]
Bitch! you betta axe somebody! (bitch you betta' axe somebody)
Cause i don't just talk! (i don't just talk baby, thats right)
[repeat]

[Female Voice:] You better ask somebody, if you talk.

[repeat 4x]

 

[fox69]

"You Still Ain't Shit To Me"
(feat. Mobaddest, TNT)

"You Still Ain't Shit To Me"
(feat. Mobaddest, TNT)



[Mobaddest]
I serve clarks and guest
I pack a heat in the vest
My niggaz Esham & T,
Equals slugs to ya chest
So you best jet nigga
We wild like the west
Flex the best
Trick bitch can suck a dick
Tears get spit
Classical ass whips for niggaz that talk shit
I'm lettin my nine spit
I'm always on the grind bitch
(Mobaddest back at this)
Niggaz thought I gave up the muthafuckin rhymin
But bacindatass for anotha fuck
When I kick it nigga, you betta duck
[Esham]
Well it's them killaz that rhyme
And fuck them hoes
You might see me rollin a convertible rolls
I washed off my dick caused I fucked yo bitch
I'm underground baby and won't ever switch
So exellent,accurate like a sharpshooter
Kilo shoppin,O.Z. choppin
This is for the niggaz who be real with they shit
Hoe ass niggaz so illegit
I just want to clock cash and rock the mic
It ain't the devil's son-in-law or Dolamite
I got a hoe in Atlanta say she Funkdafied
Bitch pussy so big she nationwide
Boy I tell you muthafuckaz in the world ain't shit
So many fake muthafuckaz they counterfeit
What you sayin boy,you wanna get with me
Big bank take little bank
YOU STILL AIN'T SHIT TO ME
still ain't shit to me [x2]

[T.N.T]
Well it's the microphone master crashin the party
Swervin on the freeway drunk off bacardi
You better get yo bitch cause I'm a hog about it
And if you think I fucked her,bitch don't doubt it
I still move them bigs in the hood on the regular
Million dollar deals makin moves on my cellular
I don't give a fuck if yo hoe don't dance
I always wear Adidas screamin fuck yo man
Its the T. its the T. muthafucka its T
I'm down with MoBite and Masta M-I-N-D
Coppin a quarter key from the police I flee
Bustin shots at my enemies
Cause you bitches ain't shit to me

 

[fox69]

"You Still Hoe'n"

"You Still Hoe'n"


Now this goes out to all the big butt sluts
Makin mo' niggaz nut and gettin played like mutts
Now say ho, I spent my last on a ho to let you know
It dont pay to be a ho, 'cause I tally up ho's
Like dominos stack em, knock em down and smack em
Rack em up and shack em, baby boy I mack em
But hey, it aint no thang to me to play yo ass like P
I mean bitch a get dissed ho fuckin with this
It aint no ho's out there I respect
See bitch you betta run a mic check 1-2-eh yo ho
Your big booty in them coochie cut daisey's
You askin for some money but your juices got me crazy
And ho, I might give up the dough, 'cause aint no thang to a true
Twenty dollars aint shit ho I thought you knew
Just to fuck it, I'll give up the ducket's
I got your legs cocked in the back seat of my bucket
Will you suck it for another 20/20 ho Im feindin
Ridin down the mile in my drop top leanin
Stank ho, stank ho, I gotta know stank ho...
Is you still ho'in.

[CHORUS]

Is you still ho'in, bitch you still fuckin?
It's written on your lips no payin no suckin
Project ho, neighborhood star
You wont get far I dont care who's ho you are
Check mic, check mic, one, two, one, two
Ya momma had you...and she a ho too
But hey, it's all in the games you play
'cause ho's like you was raised to be that way
Say ho, you still doin that thang with ya body
Suckin on dicks drinkin cum like Bacardi
Aint nothin but a party goin on with ya pussy
If pussies could talk, It'd say "ho please douche me"
And ho, you know like I know you know
You was a ho from Tokyo a long time ago
Aint nothin but the freak of the week
I thought she was p-funk gettin knee deep
From the front to the back of a Fleetwood Cadillac
Suckin on her titties try'in to get a little similac
Uh, can I get a witness, when I ask this
Is you still ho'in