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Esham - Esham's Boomin' lyrics
Yo man, let me get one of them
 Big motherfuckers and shit in here
 All right man, here ya go man
 Give me the money man, give me the money
 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
 'Cuz 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
 I had a couple more to go but oh no
 Here comes the big ho' 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
 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 at my homeboy's hide away
 Bang on the door, he let me into his crib
 Then 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 'cuz the traffics movin' fast
 Not gonna let them get me unless they pop my ass
 Burned big time rubber on 7 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 jockEsham - Esham's Boomin' - http://motolyrics.com/esham/eshams-boomin-lyrics.html
 A crack fiend, god damn tried to snatch my Caine
 Whipped out my mag and blew out his brains
 See crime is life and life is crime
 But what would life be without a reel life rhyme
 Not real life
 All the base heads on the corner ran
 Then a lady shouted out,
 ?That guy killed a man, he killed somebody?
 Oh shit, goddamn I got a witness
 2 to her head and I said bitch mind your business
 Jumped into my car, left the scene of the crime
 2 murders uncalled for, doing no time
 I'm a gangster on the run my solutions 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 'cuz 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
 I'm dead like a doorknob, six feet under
 That's the consequences, rich man in business
 I'll blow up your momma in military defenses
 Unemployed with a beard, make the school playa hate
 The hoes on the side so you know it's drug related
 Ten G's in my pocket with the style and profile
 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 'cuz no one cares, see
 I'm not 18 so I can be wild
 'Cuz in the courts eyes I'm still a juvenile
 A reel life product, it's a rock a rock
 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 sell crack










