| Yo man, let me get one of them big motherfuckers and shit in here
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| All right man, here ya go man, give me the money man
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| give me the money. |
| Hey fuck that you aint get no damn choice.
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| Get the rock and get the fuck on.
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| Sittin down in a crack house earning my pay
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| If some base head jump crazy, I’ll just blow him away
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| Cuz I’m fully wrapped, I ain’t taken crap
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| I got a mini .14 with a shoulder strap
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| Base heads knocked on the door, they just knocked and knocked
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| My crack quickly disappeared one rock by rock
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| I had a couple more to go but oh no Here comes the big ho bustin down the do'
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| So I kicked out a window, jumped the roof next door
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| Took the money, left the crack but i’ll get more
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| Jumped down off the roof, cops start poppin'
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| All yellin’freeze, who they thought was stoppin'
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| Cops on my tail tryin’to put me in jail
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| I slipped and I fell, got up and ran like hell
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| I was runnin’and runnin', runnin’fast as I can
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| If you would a seen me you’d a said that was the bionic man
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| Yeah I was born, this brother had got away
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| Just up the block at my homeboy’s hide away
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| Bang on the door, he let me into his crib
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| Then I told him about the police and what they did
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| He gave the keys to his ride and I was back on the move
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| Jumped into his set and kicked the groove
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| You see crime is life and life is crime
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| But what would life be without a Reel Life rhyme
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| Not real life
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| Cruising around town and the bass is up Running big time lights, I don’t give a fuck
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| Seen the police, put the peddle to the metal
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| The pig was on my tail because the speakers rock the ghetto
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| I knew they wasn’t bitches cuz the traffics movin’fast
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| Not gonna let them get me unless they pop my ass
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| Burned big time rubber on 7 Mile
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| I was driving like a drunk cold acting wild
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| Slammed on the breaks, pressed on the gas
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| Dipped around a corner come off they ass
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| Bust a move to my crib to change my clothes
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| And since I got away from the cops I’m screamin’fuck them hoes
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| And I stepped outside, Jumped into my ride
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| Seen a couple base heads hanging out at the bar
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| Pulled over and parked, Throw em a sample rock
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| Had all the base heads on my jock
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| A crack fiend, god damn tried to snatch my caine
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| Whipped out my mag and blew out his brains
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| See crime is life and life is crime
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| But what would life be without a Reel Life rhyme
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| Not real life
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| All the base heads on the corner ran
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| Then a lady shouted out «That guy killed a man, he killed somebody»
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| Oh shit, God damn I got a witness
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| 2 to her head and I said bitch mind your business
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| Jumped into my car, left the scene of the crime
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| 2 murders uncalled for, doing no time
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| Im a gangster on the run my solutions a gun
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| And I’ll beat up your momma just for fun
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| One day I was chillin’on the East Side of town
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| Not a base head in site and none to be found
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| So my fila’s kickin to the sidewalk beat
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| And my jam is kind of warm cuz im packin’heat
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| You might think im a statistic to work this beat
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| But if I don’t sell drugs then I don’t eat
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| Some think that I am dumb, I don’t care what they think
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| But I’m a keep getting paid until I’m locked in the click
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| Or uzi’s be poppin’at my body like thunder
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| I’m dead like a doorknob, six feet under
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| That’s the consequences, rich man in business
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| I’ll blow up your momma in military defenses
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| Unemployed with a beard, make the school playa hate
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| The hoes on the side so you know its drug related
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| Ten G’s in my pocket with the style and profile
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| Born in New York and grew up in Long Island
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| Raised in the Motown a brother throw down
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| Beefin’with the G and believe me you will go down
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| Don’t start none, boy wont be none
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| Brothers want some then you got to get some
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| Crime is life and life is crime
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| But what would life be without a Reel Life rhyme
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| Not real life
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| Kicked in the face with the dope man reality
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| The brothers hard with a criminal personality
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| No one scares me, no one dares me Shoot a brother in the back for crack cuz no one cares, see
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| I’m not 18 so I can be wild
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| Cause in the courts eyes I’m still a juvenile
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| A Reel Life product, it’s a rock a rock
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| The neighborhood smoking for blocks and blocks
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| And y’all fools be slippin’puffin dicks, be chokin'
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| Two weeks later your arm would be broken
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| Wake up to reality
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| I don’t have a negative personality
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| But everyone have to do what they have to do to get by Even sell crack |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Esham's Boomin , by - Esham. Song from the album Boomin' Words from Hell, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп