![You Betta Ask Somebody - Esham](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/328475407633925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
You Betta Ask Somebody |
Detroit City! |
This is for all 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 lil’drunk might smoke some weed, and fuck with some hoes thats all |
we need. |
I’ma’real ass nigga that neva’fake, if you feel like me nigga pump yo’break. |
See i made this shit fo’them niggaz who roll, like Tony Montana out control. |
From the D-E-R-T-R-O-I-T can’t no nigga out there fuck wit’me. |
I’m gettin (mailed?) fuck a jail cell, post bail, Esham gettin paid who you |
gonna tell. |
Wit’cho’punk ass! |
I blast! |
Any muthafucka runnin’up in the ski mask. |
Never out done only out doin', titty bar bitches is the hoes i’m screwin'. |
Why? |
cause all my niggaz did they addicted ta’sellin Yayo and yellin’hey hoe. |
If you don’t know i think you better go axe somebody bout’a real nigga hoe YO! |
Chours: |
Bitch! |
you betta axe somebody! |
(bitch you betta’axe somebody) |
Cause i don’t just talk! |
(i don’t just talk baby, thats right) |
I don’t just talk when it comes to makin’my (snouts?) |
Cause i wuz slangin’rocks way before all them rappers. |
On The coner sellin dimes, FUCK the ryhmes young nigga came up through them |
hard times. |
I’ma’seven mile ride, beers glidin big bluntin’ain’t no picture in if ya’frame. |
The fall of the best friends Robbey and I, now niggaz in my city like do or die. |
All i do is smoke weed and fuck these hoes, have em’waitin by the phone hopin |
they get chose. |
All you punk ass niggas be player hatin'. |
Cause i’m makin this money strait regulatin'. |
And you be ill legit all counterfeit. |
Ain’t about no buisnes you all about bullshit. |
Get yo’shit together, stop ridin’on the next niggaz dick and lovin these tricks. |
It all started as a toddler, .45 bullet swallower to the foot step follower. |
Slang’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 let the money get chance |
to get away from me. |
Street polaticin', hood rat dick stickin, Call me Cernal Sanders cause i got |
the fried chicken. |
Ill life wicked ways make me real trife, i bring the thought up it’s all about «Reel Life» |
Chours |
Bitch! |
you betta axe somebody! |
(bitch you betta’axe somebody) |
Cause i don’t just talk! |
(i don’t just talk baby, thats right) |
Female Voice: You better ask somebody, if you talk. |
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