I know how it feels to wake up fucked up
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With pockets on E, and bad company.
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I wish I had a key too open all the locks
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I'd open all the blocks, flood em all with rocks.
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Keep clockin knots, cause it dont stop.
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Stay close to a chop, just in case you think not.
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Baking soda in the water till it bubble in the pot.
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When its dry it's hard like candy, butter cookies what you got.
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Break it down into some boulders, fifties look like butterscotch
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Now i'm on the streets, another plan, a money plot
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Buy a brand new Benz before you rolled it off the lot
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It really don't mean shit, if your ass get shot
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Why?
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You can't take it with you
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All them things that money buy
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You won't need 'em when you die, baby
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You can't take it with you
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Even when they hit you with 50 bullets
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Fifty times in your nugget, fuck it
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Love it or hate, like it or not
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I really gives a fuck what rabbit gets shot
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Sedidate me, baby, lately, I've been crazy,
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Caught up in the world of madness can't phase me
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Suicidal, fuck American Idol, rock my recital
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Esham is my title, vital, visions are homicidal
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But that don't matter, even when your blood gets splattered
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Caps going off like the Mad Hatter
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You can be poor or filthy rich
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Cause nobody can buy eternal life up in this bitch.
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You can't take it with you
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All them things that money buy
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You won't need 'em when you die, baby
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(Everything... Money, Cars, Jewelry... all of it...)
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"Our dear brother right here was a good brother. He had money and diamonds.
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He got diamonds all... all right now, but we gonna take all that...
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before we put him in the ground we gonna take all that off his body.
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But, anyway... He had a mansion... he had a mansion...
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But he don't need that where he goin. We gonna be livin it up...
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He had a purdy wife, he won't be needin her no more. The church gonna take care of her-"
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You can't take it with you
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No lust, no love, no drugs, no slugs, no FBI bugs
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Put one right between your eyes in the center of your mug
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Brains all on the floor, blood skeetin' on the rug
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Fucked around with the underground, murdered like chud
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Get smoked like bud, body left in the hood
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Stripped naked, take off your jewels rapped in a blanket, kick it
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Cooked him, left in the bucket like a burnt piece of chicken
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Biten, went professional hittin'
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It's all about choppin' bodies up and throats slittin'
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So you can't take nothing with you but some hollow tips
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And then if you like the steel dick, swallow this.
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You can't take it with you
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All them things that money buy
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You won't need 'em when you die, baby
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(Everything... Money, Cars, Jewelry... all of it...)
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Can't Take That
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| Esham |
