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]
All night everyday (You can have it your way baby) All night everyday (I can give you whatchu need) All night everyday ([Incomprehensible] bumpin' 'round
[Talking] Killas Everyone's a killa now-a day Killas Let me tell you about some killa shit Yo, everyone's a killa The first time killas made an attempt
[Incomprehensible] 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
Bitch it's time to get paid How paid? Fuck a silly snitch Smoke a motherfucker down Smokin' on a Philly Nigga say he gon' kill me Oh really? Is he? Is
As I blaze, can't help but think about my little nephew My young nigga, Joe Roc, and all of the little niggaz Walkin' the bloody trail, followin' the
spoken I spit this sickness, slit ya wrist with the quickness The wicked one with the wicked tongue I close my eyes and see visions of niggaz bustin guns Snatch ya tongue
[Talking] Runnin' wit' 5 lane bros, seein' things. Here's ya intro to acid hallucinagenics. Human beings... Y'all 12 rap on that. (Chorus) I take this
continued from Envy the Sunshine] Yeah, yeah, I know you wit' her and you all in love. What am I supposed to do, congratulate you? Whatever... [Esham
[Esham's Daughter Talking] I really envy the sunshine, baby I really envy the sunshine, baby Da-da, sing that song I would like to alway light your world
high We wanna touch the sky Like angels we can fly We wanna piece of the pie Get the money before we die We wanna la-de-da, la-de-da [Esham] It's all
Yo, 313 D-E-T Remember me The one ya gotcha ideas from, oh my God Look I gotta gun, so you better run Fuck everybody in the industry, I be Mr. Negativity
[Talking] Please...shit You know I know right? You know I know. I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Oh Lord, why did I have to live so many
[Talking continues from Detroit 101] Heh, see, it's a conspiracy, see y'all, y'all killed my man and now they tryin' to kill me. They think I can't see
[Talking] You need me to peal ya banana? Rock the bandana? Scared to come to Detroit? Runnin', hidin' cracked out Witcha momma. While you play witcha
Sittin? down in the Ross pot earnin? my pay Gotta get off these bundles and be on my way But quicker than a nigga could say let?s get paid The Narcles
You so selfish (I don't really care what the say about me) ('Symptoms of Insanity' no 'Therapy') You so selfish (I don't really care what the say about
[Esham] I'm slippin' out America, mass hysteria Caught with possession and intent to write and deliver murder Get blessed off every word I spit From the
