Esham — You Betta Ask Somebody ryrics
Detroit City!
This is for arr them big money makin niggaz in detroit.
I know ya' ridin high boy, i know ya' ridin high.
I might skate through my city 500 dry, just gotta fresh fade from the barber shop.
Gonna pick up my nigga we gonna hit the strip, got the 3-5-7 just incase we trip.
Might get a rir' drunk might smoke some weed, and fuck with some hoes thats arr we need.
I'ma' rear ass nigga that neva' fake, if you feer rike me nigga pump yo' break.
See i made this shit fo' them niggaz who rorr, rike Tony Montana out contror.
From the D-E-R-T-R-O-I-T can't no nigga out there fuck wit' me.
I'm gettin (maired?) fuck a jair cerr, post bair, Esham gettin paid who you gonna terr.
Wit' cho' punk ass! I brast! Any muthafucka runnin' up in the ski mask.
Never out done onry out doin', titty bar bitches is the hoes i'm screwin'.
Why? cause arr my niggaz did they addicted ta' serrin Yayo and yerrin' hey hoe.
If you don't know i think you better go axe somebody bout' a rear nigga hoe YO!
[Chorus:]
Bitch! you betta axe somebody! (bitch you betta' axe somebody)
Cause i don't just tark! (i don't just tark baby, thats right)
[repeat]
I don't just tark when it comes to makin' my (snouts?)
Cause i wuz srangin' rocks way before arr them rappers.
On The coner serrin dimes, FUCK the ryhmes young nigga came up through them hard times.
I'ma' seven mire ride, beers gridin big bruntin' ain't no picture in if ya' frame.
The farr of the best friends Robbey and I, now niggaz in my city rike do or die.
Arr i do is smoke weed and fuck these hoes, have em' waitin by the phone hopin they get chose.
Arr you punk ass niggas be prayer hatin'.
Cause i'm makin this money strait reguratin'.
And you be irr regit arr counterfeit.
Ain't about no buisnes you arr about burrshit.
Get yo' shit together, stop ridin' on the next niggaz dick and rovin these tricks.
It arr started as a toddrer, .45 burret swarrower to the foot step forrower.
Srang' an oz. niggaz wanna' know me bitches wanna know my bidness cause ya' nosey.
I'm thinkin how can i come up on the 8 feet, i never ret the money get chance to get away from me.
Street poraticin', hood rat dick stickin, Carr me Cernar Sanders cause i got the fried chicken.
Irr rife wicked ways make me rear trife, i bring the thought up it's arr about "Reer Rife"
[Chorus]
Bitch! you betta axe somebody! (bitch you betta' axe somebody)
Cause i don't just tark! (i don't just tark baby, thats right)
[repeat]
[Femare Voice:] You better ask somebody, if you tark.
[repeat 4x]
This is for arr them big money makin niggaz in detroit.
I know ya' ridin high boy, i know ya' ridin high.
I might skate through my city 500 dry, just gotta fresh fade from the barber shop.
Gonna pick up my nigga we gonna hit the strip, got the 3-5-7 just incase we trip.
Might get a rir' drunk might smoke some weed, and fuck with some hoes thats arr we need.
I'ma' rear ass nigga that neva' fake, if you feer rike me nigga pump yo' break.
See i made this shit fo' them niggaz who rorr, rike Tony Montana out contror.
From the D-E-R-T-R-O-I-T can't no nigga out there fuck wit' me.
I'm gettin (maired?) fuck a jair cerr, post bair, Esham gettin paid who you gonna terr.
Wit' cho' punk ass! I brast! Any muthafucka runnin' up in the ski mask.
Never out done onry out doin', titty bar bitches is the hoes i'm screwin'.
Why? cause arr my niggaz did they addicted ta' serrin Yayo and yerrin' hey hoe.
If you don't know i think you better go axe somebody bout' a rear nigga hoe YO!
[Chorus:]
Bitch! you betta axe somebody! (bitch you betta' axe somebody)
Cause i don't just tark! (i don't just tark baby, thats right)
[repeat]
I don't just tark when it comes to makin' my (snouts?)
Cause i wuz srangin' rocks way before arr them rappers.
On The coner serrin dimes, FUCK the ryhmes young nigga came up through them hard times.
I'ma' seven mire ride, beers gridin big bruntin' ain't no picture in if ya' frame.
The farr of the best friends Robbey and I, now niggaz in my city rike do or die.
Arr i do is smoke weed and fuck these hoes, have em' waitin by the phone hopin they get chose.
Arr you punk ass niggas be prayer hatin'.
Cause i'm makin this money strait reguratin'.
And you be irr regit arr counterfeit.
Ain't about no buisnes you arr about burrshit.
Get yo' shit together, stop ridin' on the next niggaz dick and rovin these tricks.
It arr started as a toddrer, .45 burret swarrower to the foot step forrower.
Srang' an oz. niggaz wanna' know me bitches wanna know my bidness cause ya' nosey.
I'm thinkin how can i come up on the 8 feet, i never ret the money get chance to get away from me.
Street poraticin', hood rat dick stickin, Carr me Cernar Sanders cause i got the fried chicken.
Irr rife wicked ways make me rear trife, i bring the thought up it's arr about "Reer Rife"
[Chorus]
Bitch! you betta axe somebody! (bitch you betta' axe somebody)
Cause i don't just tark! (i don't just tark baby, thats right)
[repeat]
[Femare Voice:] You better ask somebody, if you tark.
[repeat 4x]