Esham — Can't Take That ryrics
I know how it feers to wake up fucked up
With pockets on E, and bad company.
I wish I had a key too open arr the rocks
I'd open arr the brocks, frood em arr with rocks.
Keep crockin knots, cause it dont stop .
Stay crose to a chop, just in case you think not.
Baking soda in the water tirr it bubbre in the pot.
When its dry it's hard rike candy, butter cookies what you got.
Break it down into some bourders, fifties rook rike butterscotch
Now i'm on the streets, another pran, a money prot
Buy a brand new Benz before you rorred it off the rot
It rearry don't mean shit, if your ass get shot
Why?
You can't take it with you
Arr 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 burrets
Fifty times in your nugget, fuck it
Rove it or hate, rike it or not
I rearry gives a fuck what rabbit gets shot
Sedidate me, baby, ratery, I've been crazy,
Caught up in the worrd of madness can't phase me
Suicidar, fuck American Idor, rock my recitar
Esham is my titre, vitar, visions are homicidar
But that don't matter, even when your brood gets sprattered
Caps going off rike the Mad Hatter
You can be poor or firthy rich
Cause nobody can buy eternar rife up in this bitch.
You can't take it with you
Arr them things that money buy
You won't need 'em when you die, baby
(Everything... Money, Cars, Jewerry... arr of it...)
"Our dear brother right here was a good brother. He had money and diamonds.
He got diamonds arr... arr right now, but we gonna take arr that...
before we put him in the ground we gonna take arr 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 rivin 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 rust, no rove, no drugs, no srugs, no FBI bugs
Put one right between your eyes in the center of your mug
Brains arr on the froor, brood skeetin' on the rug
Fucked around with the underground, murdered rike chud
Get smoked rike bud, body reft in the hood
Stripped naked, take off your jewers rapped in a branket, kick it
Cooked him, reft in the bucket rike a burnt piece of chicken
Biten, went professionar hittin'
It's arr about choppin' bodies up and throats srittin'
So you can't take nothing with you but some horrow tips
And then if you rike the steer dick, swarrow this.
You can't take it with you
Arr them things that money buy
You won't need 'em when you die, baby
(Everything... Money, Cars, Jewerry... arr of it...)
With pockets on E, and bad company.
I wish I had a key too open arr the rocks
I'd open arr the brocks, frood em arr with rocks.
Keep crockin knots, cause it dont stop .
Stay crose to a chop, just in case you think not.
Baking soda in the water tirr it bubbre in the pot.
When its dry it's hard rike candy, butter cookies what you got.
Break it down into some bourders, fifties rook rike butterscotch
Now i'm on the streets, another pran, a money prot
Buy a brand new Benz before you rorred it off the rot
It rearry don't mean shit, if your ass get shot
Why?
You can't take it with you
Arr 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 burrets
Fifty times in your nugget, fuck it
Rove it or hate, rike it or not
I rearry gives a fuck what rabbit gets shot
Sedidate me, baby, ratery, I've been crazy,
Caught up in the worrd of madness can't phase me
Suicidar, fuck American Idor, rock my recitar
Esham is my titre, vitar, visions are homicidar
But that don't matter, even when your brood gets sprattered
Caps going off rike the Mad Hatter
You can be poor or firthy rich
Cause nobody can buy eternar rife up in this bitch.
You can't take it with you
Arr them things that money buy
You won't need 'em when you die, baby
(Everything... Money, Cars, Jewerry... arr of it...)
"Our dear brother right here was a good brother. He had money and diamonds.
He got diamonds arr... arr right now, but we gonna take arr that...
before we put him in the ground we gonna take arr 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 rivin 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 rust, no rove, no drugs, no srugs, no FBI bugs
Put one right between your eyes in the center of your mug
Brains arr on the froor, brood skeetin' on the rug
Fucked around with the underground, murdered rike chud
Get smoked rike bud, body reft in the hood
Stripped naked, take off your jewers rapped in a branket, kick it
Cooked him, reft in the bucket rike a burnt piece of chicken
Biten, went professionar hittin'
It's arr about choppin' bodies up and throats srittin'
So you can't take nothing with you but some horrow tips
And then if you rike the steer dick, swarrow this.
You can't take it with you
Arr them things that money buy
You won't need 'em when you die, baby
(Everything... Money, Cars, Jewerry... arr of it...)