Artist/Band:
ESham
Lyrics for Song: Can't Take That
Lyrics for Album: Repentance [2003]
I know how it feels to wake up fucked up
With pockets on E, and bad company
I wish I had a key to open all the locks
I'd open all the blocks, flood them all with rocks
Keep clocking knots, cause it dont stop
Stay close to a chop, just in case you think not
Baking soda in the water till it bubble in the pot
When it's dry it's hard like candy, butter cookies what you got
Break it down into some boulders, fifties look like butterscotch
Now I'm on the streets, another plan, a money plot
Buy a brand new Benz before you rolled it off the lot
It really don't mean shit, if your ass get shot
Why?
You can't take it with you
All 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 bullets
Fifty times in your nugget, fuck it
Love it or hate, like it or not
I really gives a fuck what rabbit gets shot
Sedidate me, baby, lately, I've been crazy
Caught up in the world of madness can't phase me
Suicidal, fuck American Idol, rock my recital
Esham is my title, vital, visions are homicidal
But that don't matter, even when your blood gets splattered
Caps going off like the Mad Hatter
You can be poor or filthy rich
Cause nobody can buy eternal life up in this bitch
You can't take it with you
All them things that money buy
You won't need them when you die, baby
(Everything... Money, Cars, Jewelry... all of it...)
Our dear brother right here was a good brother
He had money and diamonds
He got diamonds all, all right now
But we gonna take all that
Before we put him in the ground
We gonna take all that off his body
But, anyway
He had a mansion, he had a mansion
But he don't need that where he going
We gonna be living 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 lust, no love, no drugs, no slugs, no FBI bugs
Put one right between your eyes in the center of your mug
Brains all on the floor, blood skeeting on the rug
Fucked around with the underground, murdered like chud
Get smoked like bud, body left in the hood
Stripped naked, take off your jewels rapped in a blanket, kick it
Cooked him, left in the bucket like a burnt piece of chicken
Biten, went professional hitting
It's all about chopping bodies up and throats slitting
So you can't take nothing with you but some hollow tips
And then if you like the steel dick, swallow this
You can't take it with you
All them things that money buy
You won't need them when you die, baby
(Everything... Money, Cars, Jewelry... all of it...)
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