Esham lyrics

Esham lyrics

"Detroit lyrics"

So Funky lyrics
[Umph!] [So funky!] [Nasty!] [Hey!] Verse 1: Brother Marquis I'm Nasty As I Wanna Be I express myself so vulgarly Obscene, or whatever you wanna call it That's why some suckas wanna stall it Some people worry about the wrong thing But why worry about what we're sayin'? 'Cause we're gonna do what we wanna do, And if y'all don't like it, well then fuck you too! People don't know u

(feat. TNT)

"7 Mile, Gratiot, 6 Mile, 5 Mile"

[Esham]
In Detroit, everybodys hungry, trying to hussle
In Detroit, nobodys got a deal with Russel
In Detroit, you'll be lucky if your not a victim of a shooting
In Detroit, crack-head zombies still prostituting
In Detroit, where the underground rap don't get played on the airwaves
Unless, pull or push, men got payed
In Detroit - bitch, you aint even from Detroit
Fuck your rap, 7 mile is where the hustlers at
In Detroit, ain't no fucking freestylin, ain't no time for that
Got twenty-fours on the eighty-four Regal and I'm grindin
Detroit, know my name
In Detroit, it's cocaine
In Detroit, don't play no hoe games they'll blow out your brains.

[TNT]All That Remains lyrics
"All That Remains" by Fear of God Powerlines... steel webs confine, violating the brownish sky. Hard grey smothers, earth, like cancer. Cracks revealing, ground below Broken and bleeding every seed, every stone. I've heard the promise, I feel hunger, I realize. As time creeps over me
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In Detroit, you can catch me on 7 mile
In Detroit, where the bitches and niggas, they live wild
In Detroit, where you find the dope game is shitty
In Detroit, where the bitches show assholes and titties
In Detroit, where the niggas and bitches, they build cars
In Detroit, we got hoodrats and ghetto stars
In Detroit, we ain't taking no shit from nobody
In Detroit, we got Sammy the Bulge and John Gotti
In Detroit, we got pimps and players, hoes and macks
In Detroit, we ride Regals, Chevys, and Cadillacs
Gettin money by the stack from the rap for the crack
In Detroit, its like that, liquor stores for the blunt and
In Detroit, we got arabs that look like Bin Ladin
In Detroit, we got bitches and niggas that stay plottin
In Detroit, we stay rottin,
Off Glass lyrics
(feat. Deuce Poppito) [Deuce Poppito] Lil momma you off glass [Trina] Uh, uh, uh, uh I know you like the way I shake that, drop that Cock back, make the pussy pop back Fuck a nigga in a Benz with the top back If you lyin on your dick, nigga stop that You wanna fuck me for free, nigga freeze that Show me where them D's at, lil momma needs that
forgive but not forgotten
Potatoes stay au gratin, come close and catch a hot one

[Esham]
In Detroit, you can be a victim of the ghetto
In Detroit, got more rock than heavy metal
In Detroit, bitches slide down the pole butt-naked
In Detroit, some real and some fake it, some snake it
In Detroit, mu'fuckas just hope they make it
In Detroit, I can't take it, so I just wanna break shit
Detroit got some winners, Detroit got some losers
Detroit got the best dope-dealers and drug-abusers
And I be the rabbit-killer, the killer who kill rabbit
In Detroit they bust automatics at trailer park addicts
Across 8 mile in Detroit, you hate my style
Soopa Villain in Detroit, I'm at the top of the pile

[TNT]
In Detroit, got the fix for
I'm So Beautiful lyrics
Out out tonight feel like going out in the night I'm gonna walk the street walk the street I wanna feel the heat feel the heat. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! Wild feeling wild and I'm burning up deep inside I wanna let it go let it go I'm gonna steal the show steal the show. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! I'm so bea
you niggas who broke
In Detroit, we got the weed, speed, raw, and coke
In Detroit, where the bums will rush your ass
Where the little old ladies do the hundred-yard dash
In Detroit, where the bitches look fine as Hell
But if you slap that bitch up, you gotta go to jail
In Detroit, we got the space-age futeristic
Nigga, check my statistics, my number is unlisted
In Detroit, where you got to be fly as Hell
With your attitude shitty like your shit don't smell
In Detroit, aim big ya got east to west
North end to the end, and down to southwest
And don't forget the HP and small ass hamtraning
I'm talking 'bout Detroit, understand it, God damn it
And if you dont know the places I called off
You probably a weak-ass nigga from the burbs, extra soft.