Esham

[fox69]

"Boss Up"

"Boss Up"



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

 

[fox69]

"Brain Surgery"
(feat. Mastamind, Shoestring)

"Brain Surgery"
(feat. Mastamind, Shoestring)



[Mastamind]
Uh Uh, Oh, Whassup
It came to this now huh?
We gotta cut mothafuckas like this now right?
Uh uh, what? what? hey yo hey yo hey yo

[Mastamind]
Everytime I come around niggaz look at me up and down
What the fuck now? Do I gotta get buckwild?
My stress is at its all time high
I'm just not impressed, with softees actin hard I gives a fuck less
Do I gotta open his head up somethin surgical
Take em vertical, never tatum while the verse is full
Oh no! We gotta bleeda, bitch meet the reaper
The devil ain't got no love for you, me neither
You don't want a nigga like me to see ya, keep a heata
The way my demons want you dead wouldn't wanna be ya
Joke's up, the G loc's up, so what shut up
We gon' see how tough you be when we roll up
Talkin more shit that a critic would til we visit his hood
Break his limbs chop him down, split his wood
Time out, get him out the game anyway
Fuck what anybody say, I can live with the fame
I came to master the game and dish out pain
You can't weather the storm get out the rain
All my killaz chant, die die
Dat all my killaz in the van, bout the murda ride
And strive, when we collide ya better be somewhere inside
Keep screamin fo yo life can't look a demon in the eye

[Esham]
You, you, you too light in the ass to try to step in the ring with a heavy weight
I'm bout to kill you, I give you a shot at the title but you must be suicidal
Who's ya idol punk? Who's ya idol? You wanna piece a this?
You can't handle this scandulous shit
Brain surgery you better murder me I need some therapy
For those who never hearda me you need a lombotamy
Gotta be in ya head like purgery, purgatory
Concocted the evil rhyme inside the laboratory
Pimped Boomin Words From Hell way before D-12
Tell me your favorite white rapper act like a female
Bitch, slit ya wrist like ya dumb wife, Kim
Scribble my name on the wall, I love E-S-H-A-M
Choke a psychiatrist, choke the mic in my fist
Chokin off the bomb smoke his therapy says my therapist
I sniffed through much 'cane, wanna kill too many people
So I hafta hear no, see no, say no motherfuckin evil
Brain surgery open ya head up wake the dead up
Never let up till ya wet up when ya fall down never get up
Brain surgery open ya head up wake the dead up
Never let up till ya wet up when ya fall down never get up

[Shoestring]
Come peep my skills and operation
Stick it in yo brain, a mental patient
Lookin in yo mind, bitch you still cryin
Open up yo head and hit that line
I tap them nerves and it makes you wiggle
I kill more brains than Dr. Giggles
So call us up if its urgent
Dr. Kill Kill, yo fuckin brain surgeon
Dr. Kill Kill, yo fuckin brain surgeon
Dr. Kill Kill, yo fuckin brain surgeon

 

[fox69]

"Brainwashed"

"Brainwashed"



im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
now i lay me down to sleep before i go to bed
13 ways why yo ass should be dead
now im fucked up fo real still
i used to love dis ho but she went and fuck my boy
this is the real mccoy
still i try to tell myself it'll be alright
still i try to tell myself it'll be alright
still i try to tell myself it'll be alright
but once my mind starts clinkin im losin the fight
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
now whos that nigga gettin brainwashed-neva ho
im too clever ho
but whenever yo ass wanna play silly games wit a true blue
upfront the down stroll
kickin that voodoo
i only had hos who loved to bone
i neva had a ho i could call my own
every nigga in the crew that didnt screw this bitch
i knew
i guess she knew that she was brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im losin my mind
goin insane like kurt cobain
blowin out my brains for a dane
its the same ol same
everybody knows the 411
call 911 'cause hes got a gun
now whos laughing bitch
lets smoke the flat lines once the hammer clicks
if it sticks then i got a 666
until death do us part
ill be sick 'cause
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away
im gettin brainwashed like everyday
id rather be dead than fade away

 

[fox69]

"Brick"
(feat. TNT)

"Brick"
(feat. TNT)



[Esham]
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

[Esham]
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

[TNT]
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.

 

[fox69]

"C2H5OH"

"C2H5OH"



I only see you in my dreams then I get this feeling again
And every time I close my eyes it starts all over again

I wake up
Go to sleep back out on the streets
I live in my car I can’t go far
You thinking I’m a star
Homeless phoneless a dog out here boneless
Foreclosed on my home man I thought I owned this
Reality is I’m just a slave lock me up if I misbahave
Want financial freedom
Niggas look at us like we dumb
I lost my job I lost my kids I lost my wife and the crib
Everybody wondering what we did
But I ain’t do dick this life’s just a bitch
The world just a toilet and it’s full of shit
Going round and round
Fuck the police coming straight from the underground
Bang was the gat sound
You need to slow down

I only see you in my dreams then I get this feeling again
And every time I close my eyes it starts all over again

I dream about my house on the beach instead I’m living on the streets
I sure is hungry my stomach growling I need something to eat
I need something to eat, I’m hungry
I’m skinny and bony, I’m lonely
I wish somebody would just give me a coney
No mustard and onions
Can I get some extra cheese please?
Can I get some extra cheese?
Can I get some extra cheese please?
Chilli cheese on chlli cheese and a large chilli fry to go

I only see you in my dreams then I get this feeling again
And every time I close my eyes it starts all over again

 

[fox69]

"Can't Take It Wit Cha"

"Can't Take It Wit Cha"


Yo, yeah, there was somthin I wanted to say, oh yeah, yo

[CHORUS]
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)
You cant take it wit cha
All that shit that dope might get cha (so give it up)
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)
You cant take it wit cha
All that shit that dope might get cha (so listen to this shit)

Most niggaz like money, car's, pussy ho
Pockets on swole roll true's and vogue's
You sell your soul as the story is tole
Just a hold on a bitch lookin like Envogue
So ya slang em, gangbang em, nuts hang em
And bitches want the money but tricks you cant blame em
Got ducket's, mother fuck it, so ya stuck it
You either Flavor Flav it or ya chuck chuck chuck it
Got a big ol' house that sit on a hill
Gettin high till you die 'cause that's the way you feel
But on the real, I dont give a fuck what you got
'cause it dont mean shit when yo ass get shot
Why not, most niggaz plot with the gloc
And only gloc's go pop piggety pop pop pop
You just cant stop it if they comin to get cha
And oh yeah, you cant take it wit cha

[CHORUS]
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)
You cant take it wit cha
All that shit that dope might get cha (none of that)
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)
You cant take it wit cha

You might get you a house, a woman, and maybe a baby
If you dont go crazy first
And tell me what's worse bein broke or a hearse (huh)
Money is a black man's curse, but still
We got to have dollar bills,
'cause if I cant see it then the shit aint real
Where I live, crackhead heaven 24-7
No hope for the city of dope
It aint no heaven, god dont like my hood
'cause my hood is hell and it aint no good
Got money to the ceilin' oh what a feelin
O.G. dealin, Caps get peeled and next
Ho's want checks for some sex
Pussy's get recked dick shoved through they neck
No respect, you get no respect so he hit cha
Snap your love like a picture
Ho you cant take it wit cha

[CHORUS]
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)
You cant take it wit cha
All that shit that dope might get cha (none of that)
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)
You cant take it wit cha

You cant take it wit cha, no love, no lust
No one, no gun, no cap to bust
All the things in life you've ever had
Get zipped and locked in the bodybag
What's left? Life after death, you dont know
When you die, you might meet the people you owe
Death row, that's where we all gon' go
Sell your soul to the devil get a tag on your toe
Oh no, no more bitches and television
Get a trip to the morgue for your final circumsision
What the fuck? You dont know what from what
'cause they even took your dick and your nuts
Man you cant take it wit cha

[CHORUS]
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)
You cant take it wit cha
All that shit that dope might get cha (none of that)
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die)
You cant take it wit cha

 

[fox69]

"Can't Take That"

"Can't Take That"



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...)

 

[fox69]

"Charlie Manson"

"Charlie Manson"



I be the nigga with the 357 chrome plated,
America's most player hated and frustrated,
Suicide's still on my mind, I comteplated,
Murder more niggas, dead bodies, premeditated.
Born and brought up in Detroit street educated,
Everything I do in this life is still drug related.
Do my dirt by my lonely, so nigga I'm isolated,
Many motha fuckas wanna see me incarcerated.
Check the condition, stiff body in position,
Body bag bloody from my murder composition.
Nigga's on suspendsion, get 'em broke like New Edition.
Peep the transmission, from the street politician.
Pop, pop, pop, to the dome,
I fill my chrome,
Chrome still shinin' and I'm grinnin' cuz my mind gone.
Murder, murder, murder, is all I scream when I squeeze glocks,
Number one way to kill a thug when the slug's hot,
I'm yellin' out die!

Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die
I'm yellin' out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
I'm yellin' out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
I'm yellin' out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die,

I come from the place where every nigga got a dope case,
Scrappin' for five dollas at night,
I hear nigga's holla all in my head,
These bloody visions of my city streets,
That's why when I roll keep the gat on the front seat.
Niggas'll murder me if I let 'em cuz they jealous, hoe,
Fuck what you heard, I be dope like a half a bird,
Schizophantic, manic, the shit is senseless,
All I wanna do is see you bleed, cuz I'm relentless.
The days of grace have long passed in the aftermath,
Wicketest ways, turn your cities into blood baths.
Manic depressive, I'm the nigga with the death wish,
Snitch on me I'll put a slug in your esophagus.
Don't fuck around if you can't stand the consequence,
Detroit niggas'll make your punk ass past tense.
All in my head, been suicidial since my date of birth,
Nigga's been plottin' to murder me, but I murder first,
I'm yellin' out die!

Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die
I'm yellin' out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die
I'm yellin' out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
I'm yellin' out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die!

 

[fox69]

"Chatty Ass Nigga"
(feat. TNT, Mastamind)

"Chatty Ass Nigga"
(feat. TNT, Mastamind)



This goes out to all you chatty ass motherfuckers,
wack motherfuckers, can't fuck with the mad motherfuckers,
chatty ass motherfucker

It ain't shit, wicked, like this wicked wicked shit
You want me to kick this shit, well let me kick it bitch
Who we gets that nigga so mysterious
You dyin' to know who I be you so curious
You say I cannot be down, I cannot be liked
I cannot be that wicked on the mic
Hey I'm so sick of this shit, I'm so sick of this here
We so curious, I got you bitches livin' in fear
I see so many motherfuckers that cannot duplicate it
Tryin' to be like natas, satan, satan, natas, natas, satan
You can bite this style for a while and still feel chatty
You wine happy, so go marry

[CHORUS x4]
You's a chatty ass nigga
A chatty ass nigga

Chatty ass nigga nigga chatty, call me mack daddy
When I'm rollin' through your fuckin' hood
The bitches know it's all good
Down for the dirt, puttin' in work
Liftin' up skirt, bitches get hurt
It's that nigga TNT, bitch you better recognize
Fuckin' with a voodoo child, bitch you could be paralyzed
Keep my fuckin' name out'cha mouth before I blast ya
Nobody asked ya, I rose like Casper
Boom, boom, boom, bitch dropped dead
Some slugs in his head, for some jitty Jim said
Chatty ass niggaz don't live long
And most dead niggaz don't sing no songs

[CHORUS]

You's a chatty bitch, call me pimp daddy bitch
Never loved a hoe, and had he switched
Then you know who's on my dick
I don't know stay up off my dick though
Quick to kick the sick flow, dissin' all wicked hoes
And we be foes not friends 'cause
I can't deal with your ills, I gives a fuck how you feel
Playa hata, I got no love for your kind
You be hopin' that I fall, so fuck all of y'all

[CHORUS]

Now what kinda nigga is a chatty ass nigga
Dat bitch nigga is a chatty ass nigga [x2]

 

[fox69]

"Chemical Imbalance"

"Chemical Imbalance"



You don't know me I'm the unholy soley time patrolly
I clock crazy credits and don't rhyme for rollies
Still bustin at the police know least one of my bullets
Will hit my enemy in his face when this trigger, I pull it
I'm twisted like a psychopath, I write my rhymes in blood
I don't got a DJ cause I a-cut him up
They won't let me on MTV I'd beat up Carson Daly
And remind Eminem of D'Angelo Bailey
Haley's in a coma, Haley's in a coma
I smell the aroma, of a dead body
Chemi-cal imbalance Chemi-cal imbalance
Chemi-cal imbalance Chemi-cal imbalance
Drugs, thugs, slugs, niggaz get plugged
At a early age up in Detroit, nigga what?!
Hustla, get yo trick on
Hoe, tell em who dick you want
Shit! I'mma lunatic in this bitch
I wanna blow my own head off, Kurt Cobain style
I think if I was dead I'd be better off now
Chemi-cal imbalance Chemi-cal imbalance
Chemi-cal imbalance Chemi-cal imbalance