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Esham's Boomin Lyrics - Artist : Esham
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 aint 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
'cause 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 'cause 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 jock
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

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