1.Be Careful What U Wish
2.We All Die
3.Multikillionaire
4.Ballerz Envy
5.Don't Gimme No H.A.N.
(All talking at once)
OK... Yo this is Detroit niggas... Highland Park
Man get that hoe ass nigga up out the studio, man!
He sound like a bitch!
Yeah get that bitch ass nigga up outta here, man.
Dick suckin ass nigga.
Hoe ass nigga!
That's right... we ain't fuckin wit no hoe ass niggas
Yeah, Moebadis, you tell them hoe ass niggas
I'll tell you like this muthafucka
I ain't want no hoe ass nigga around...
Bitch you wanna ride a niggas coat tails
know what I'm sayin all the way to the top
For real! None of this shit nigga! Gothom bitch!
Gothom...
Bitch you better do some work!
Know what I'm sayin, Gothom, all that
Youse a hoe ass nigga WHAT!
Youse a hoe ass nigga, don't gimme no HAN
Nigga fuck your bank, and ya breath stank
Youse a hoe ass nigga, all by yourself
If you're rich or you're poor, through your sickness and health
Youse a hoe ass nigga, don't gimme no shit
You scurvy as hell, nigga suck the dick
Youse a hoe ass nigga yeah I said that
And plus my man Mastamind got my back
I got your card pulled, bitches you all about some bullshit
Need to get yo ass beat like a stag, wit a bull whip
I don't need no hoes around me but to fuck em
Niggas been talkin bout me for havin my back and never trust em
Then the bitch ass niggas wanna turn me in
Out of retaliation I ride on em, you turned, it's been a
Nation of killers is born, hoe ass niggas be gone
Come to Detroit, face the storm, and get rained on
You talk like you been drinkin for days
Been thinkin of ways to kill me
But they HANs and never feel me
My shit is too deep to tread
I need a, hoe ass nigga wit me like I need a hole in my head
You a hoe ass nigga everybody know you (Gothom)
They hate your ways, and the things you do
Youse a hoe ass nigga, that perpatrated
You must be a playa to be playa hated
Youse a hoe ass nigga gettin suited and booted
You look like somebody So Dre recruited
Youse a hoe ass nigga from Osbourne High
youse a hoe ass nigga, and I can't lie
Youse a small change nigga, standin around
Youse a hoe ass nigga, who wants to be down
You get clowned like a titty bar hoe (Bitch!)
In case you didn't know you just a 304
'Cause youse a know nothin, never gonna be nothin, hoe ass nigga
Always bluffin, penny pinchin, ass kissin, no hoe gettin
Think about it nigga, youse a ass nigga
Hoe ass nigga
You can suck my dick!
All these hoes all on my motherfuckin dick
Askin bout the superstars... motherfucker
Ridin these fine ghetto cars, you know how we layin
Gothom is motherfuckin life
And this is for the niggas who be real with they shit
Hoe ass niggas so illegit
Youse a hoe ass nigga you lived a hoe ass life
You got some hoe ass kids, and a hoe ass wife
My niggas thoroughbreds all dogs in my squad
We make the type of shit doubelievengod
If youse a real muthafucka nigga blaze the gans
And tell them hoe ass niggas
Don't gimme no HANs
Word came round there's a price on my head
Said these niggas on the city streets want me dead
But that's ok, player hation is a part of the game
I expect this type of shit from some mark ass lame
But for the situation at hand, I handle with ease
Rollin on these hoe ass niggas break em down to they knees
Let these niggas know my status and I ain't no punk
Hit yo ass with some slugs, and knock off some chunks
And leave yo body in a puddle of blood, lights flashin
Gun blastin
I'm unmaskin my face to let you niggas know who did this shit to
you
And I don't give a fuck about you, or your crew
Now bring it on motherfuckers 'cause we strong as steel
And you motherfuckin niggas know the fuckin deal
Bitch it's Reel Life product and Gothom too
Bitch it's comin at yo ass son, what you gone do？
Youse a hoe ass nigga, everybody know you
They hate your ways, and the things you do
Youse a hoe ass nigga, that perpatrated
You must be a playa to be playa hated
Youse a hoe ass nigga, gettin suited and booted
You look like a fool... that the scene recruited
RJ Watkins in here... Nat Morris
These hoe ass niggas
It's goin down like this
Hoe ass bitches
These hoe ass cops
The hoe ass IRS
The federellys
The bitches tryin to put me and my niggas in jail
FUCK them hoe ass niggas!
And you ain't stoppin us, bitch, for real
Gothom baby
This goes out to every one of y'all
None of y'all
Niggas can see me
Don't ask me bout no peace treaties, posters, eat your Wheaties
I'll lock on all of y'all
Body count em till they fall
They arms too short to box wit me so thay can't brawl
Couldn't save your life
If you had to roll the dice
Can't survive the hit out on the head so pay the price
Nights are gettin colder
As the days are gettin shorter
Walkin round ready for war 'cause I'm a soldier
Bitch am I supposed to
Get rolled over？
I don't owe the world shit but the last words I told ya
FUCK THE WORLD let my nigga TNT tell it
If that's the way the shit is, then blaze the funkadelic
Legends, sedate me 'fore my mind goes crazy
Lately these niggas been actin shady tryin to play me
For a bitch!
Die me talk a neighborhood sucka
When you die they gone say you was a good motherfucka...
Gotta put these niggas in they place!
Same damn thing... I just WISH... wish... wish...
I'd have all the money... I'd spend it quickly
Man I just wish!
Now I say fuck it! Fuck wishes!
I needs real things, REAL things
(Gothom, Gothom, Gothom, I wish, Gothom, Gothom, Gothom, Gothom)
BOOM! You dead motherfucker! You dead!
(Please Stand By)
I got 'em
(Got 'em, Gothom, Got 'em, Got 'em)
I got 'em
I got 'em, got 'em, got 'em
I got 'em
I got 'em, got 'em, got 'em
I got 'em, got 'em, got 'em
Fuck a bitch on my dick!
Im all about real estate, and how much cash a nigga can get
Nobody knows I'm insane
I be the U-N-H-O-L-Y, nigga blow out your brains
See I'm Gothom for life
The black devil suicidal mind snatcher
One day I'm gonna catch you
I sold my soul for real
That's why I'm rollin in the dough, nigga never had a record
deal
Bruce Wayne Esham, unholy nigga
Three souls trapped inside the homicide
In the lyric I wrote, I never lied I could lie
To the dead souls of all those who died, I tried
I don't want to die with my eyes closed
And when the .45 slug connect, I resurrect
Nigga Jesus
I never trust so bust
And ain't no love in this world only hate and lust and uh...
When I'm rollin wit the sawed off
Imma blow your head off... bitch
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off... no fuck that
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off... yeah
I got those killas on my team, plus a triple beam
A bloody ass pistol and a half 'scalene
I done seen
More then your eyes can dream
I'm the future
Won't hesitate to shoot ya
Pollute ya mind kidnapped, and rewind
Niggas been bitin my style since the beginning of time
I'm out of my mind, suicidal is my recital
Niggas listen to me when they want to be homicidal
Esham, the black devil, bitch I'm the man
All my niggas in Highland park smoke the gan
I'm a street politician on a mission to kill
Gasoline around your house this ain't no fire drill
Bitch I'll burn yo shit up like a cocktail to a crack house
It ain't nowhere to run from the gun that's
Held in the hand by the man called Satan
And when you want to die nigga I'll be waitin with the...
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off... That's right, just, pop
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off
Nigga don't ask me
Two keys in my chassis
Just hit the ditch in the damn Don Massey
I'm up in the back seat so I'm still lookin fo' ya
I told ya motherfuckin mama it was nice to know ya
Mental telepathy tellin me I need therapy
Got voices in my head don't need to take me out my misery
I'm 2 1／2, but I wish it was a key
I wanna be the kingpin epitome
Niggas don't consider me number 1 contender
So I must whip out my glock and make em surrender
Poison your mind with the sickness in my rhyme
Designer of the flatline, walk through time and uh...
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off... yo
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off... I'm lookin for you
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off... uh
When I'm rollin with the sawed off
Imma blow your head off
Imma blow your head off
Imma blow your head off
Imma blow your head off
Imma blow your head off
Imma blow your head off
Imma blow your head off
Imma blow your head off
6.Oh My God
...yeah,T.N.T's up in this bitch a.k.a. Tony Montana
on the... bitch, yeah, they can't touch me, yeah
Tony Montana, I shot up a body in Atlanta
Dump that bitch in the river it don't matter
Still make moves on the street it don't stop
Still got the connects for the guns and crack rocks
Niggas hate my style cause my style's irregular
Never talk about weed on your Bernie Mack cellular
Connect with E, I got some D on the scale
Niggas been gettin mad since Boomin Words From Hell
And I got that drug parephenalia
Deep down and we affiliated
We often imitated but we're never duplicated
T.N.T you know me, I'm on the east side
And my gat's on my side when it's time to ride
Oh my god, he's got a gun.....Oh my god he's got a gun
(I'm bout to bust yo ass)
Oh my god, he's got a gun......Oh my god, he's got a gun
Oh my god he's got a gun so don't be surprised
When I bust this muthafucka right in front of your eyes
So nigga I stay psyched
Cause every dumb nigga that I know out here is strapped
And he'll shoot your ass at the drop of a dime
It's kill or be killed, that's the state of mind
With no worries in they eyes but time for the crime
Cause half these muthafuckas on this planet is blind
Ya see Natas is Satan, I didn't wanna yell it
But N-A-T-A-S is how us niggas spell it
Last time I said Fuck the whole world ya didn't hear me
Now I'm whippin out the mac to make you punk niggas fear me
Oh my god, he's got a gun......Oh my god, he's got a gun
(I'm bout to blast yo ass)
Oh my god, he's got a gun...... Oh my god, he's got a gun
7.All My Dogs
8.All Sacrifices Made
9.Walk On Water
10.Trick Masta
11.2Breast And 1Biscuit
12.All Praises Due
'Ready nig？'
'Yeah'
(Mastamind)
Let me put you up on this, like I roll this
I'm more than just a microphonist
Let me the fuck alone trick
Get your mail on with out me, I'll get mine no doubt
And do the pussy all night freak, is this the game about
We own shit, and they done let me in to make mill
From coast to coast to rock the bill, do this shake the hills
Set up shop on ya block here I come
Make the business move smooth with the hum
Young nation leader, lead a pack a killas to enter
We sinners, we finna eat yo ass for dinner
(Mastamind's Chorus)(4x)
And all praises due to Gothom
I keep goin till the sun rise
Son of a gun Blaz4Me
(Esham)
Let me tell you a famous story about a nigga
You never heard about
Nigga disrespect and get your mouth blew out
Straight flew out the coop, check the scoop
Young boy on the microphone, yes incorporated
B-boy flowin nigga, check my file
Nigga got more rhymes than hairdressers got hairstyles
Old school, new school, legend in my own time
In fear of a black planet still on my mind
So why you diss a nigga for a outfit
I'm tryin' not to be a toilet in the world a shit
(Esham's Chorus)(4x)
And all praises due to Gothom
I keep goin till the midnight
Son of a gun, Blaz4Me
(TNT)
Keep my name out yo mouth, before my dick be in it
Didn't I tell you motherfuckers？ I was in it to win it
Still cold as dry ice make these niggaz think twice
Droppin bombs on ya ass make you scream for your life
Let's get acquainted, let me kick the game for ya
Bang it, point blank, frame it in the picture fame for ya
Shit we do is real, fuck hoes pack steel
We all about our money rap on tracks for mills
And if you niggaz wanna test us
You lucky charm ass niggaz fan out slugs, magically delicious
(TNT's Chorus)(4x)
And all praises due to Gothom
I keep goin like all day
Son of a gun, Blaz4Me
Yeah, blasphemy, would you blast for me？
Cause I would blast for me, you know what I mean？
Don't be
13.E.Z.
14.Distortion
15.Price On Ya Head
16.Blessed But Cursed
17.Record Deal
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