Esham's Boomin

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 "That guy killed a man, he killed somebody"

Oh shit, God damn I got a witness

2 to her head and I said bitch mind your business

Jumped into my car, left the scene of the crime

2 murders uncalled for, doing no time

Im a gangster on the run my solutions a gun

And I'll beat up your momma just for fun

One day I was chillin' on the East Side of town

Not a base head in site and none to be found

So my fila's kickin to the sidewalk beat

And my jam is kind of warm 'cause im packin' heat

You might think im a statistic to work this beat

But if I don't sell drugs then I don't eat

Some think that I am dumb, I don't care what they think

But I'm a keep getting paid until I'm locked in the click

Or uzi's be poppin' at my body like thunder

I'm dead like a doorknob, six feet under

That's the consequences , rich man in business

I'll blow up your momma in military defenses

Unemployed with a beard, make the school playa hate

The hoes on the side so you know its drug related

Ten G's in my pocket with the style and profile

Born in New York and grew up in Long Island

Raised in the Motown a brother throw down

Beefin' with the G and believe me you will go down

Don't start none, boy wont be none

Brothers want some then you got to get some

Crime is life and life is crime

But what would life be without a Reel Life rhyme

Not real life

Kicked in the face with the dope man reality

The brothers hard with a criminal personality

No one scares me, no one dares me

Shoot a brother in the back for crack 'cause no one cares, see

I'm not 18 so I can be wild

Cause in the courts eyes I'm still a juvenile

A Reel Life product, it's a rock a rock

The neighborhood smoking for blocks and blocks

And y'all fools be slippin' puffin dicks, be chokin'

Two weeks later your arm would be broken

Wake up to reality

I don't have a negative personality

But everyone have to do what they have to do to get by

Even sell crack