Esham's Boomin Lyrics
| Song | Esham's Boomin |
| Artist | Esham |
| Album | Boomin Words From Hell |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Yo man, let me get one of them | |
| Big mother****ers and shit in here | |
| All right man, here ya go man | |
| Give me the money man, give me the money | |
| Hey **** that you ain't get no damn choice | |
| Get the rock and get the **** on | |
| Sittin' down in a crack house earning my pay | |
| If some base head jump crazy, | |
| I'll just blow him away' | |
| Cuz 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 canIf 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 **** | |
| 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 'cuz 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' **** 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 | |
| CaineWhipped 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, goddamn | |
| I got a witness2 to her head and | |
| I said bitch mind your business | |
| Jumped into my car, left the scene of the crime2 murders uncalled for, doing no time | |
| I'm 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 'cuz | |
| I'm packin' heat | |
| You might think | |
| I'm 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 it's 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 won't 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 'cuz no one cares, see | |
| I'm not 18 so | |
| I can be wild' | |
| Cuz 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 |
| Yo man, let me get one of them | |
| Big mother ers and shit in here | |
| All right man, here ya go man | |
| Give me the money man, give me the money | |
| Hey that you ain' t get no damn choice | |
| Get the rock and get the on | |
| Sittin' down in a crack house earning my pay | |
| If some base head jump crazy, | |
| I' ll just blow him away' | |
| Cuz 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 canIf 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 | |
| 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 ' cuz 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' 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 | |
| CaineWhipped 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, goddamn | |
| I got a witness2 to her head and | |
| I said bitch mind your business | |
| Jumped into my car, left the scene of the crime2 murders uncalled for, doing no time | |
| I' m 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 ' cuz | |
| I' m packin' heat | |
| You might think | |
| I' m 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 it' s 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 won' t 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 ' cuz no one cares, see | |
| I' m not 18 so | |
| I can be wild' | |
| Cuz 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 |
| Yo man, let me get one of them | |
| Big mother ers and shit in here | |
| All right man, here ya go man | |
| Give me the money man, give me the money | |
| Hey that you ain' t get no damn choice | |
| Get the rock and get the on | |
| Sittin' down in a crack house earning my pay | |
| If some base head jump crazy, | |
| I' ll just blow him away' | |
| Cuz 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 canIf 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 | |
| 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 ' cuz 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' 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 | |
| CaineWhipped 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, goddamn | |
| I got a witness2 to her head and | |
| I said bitch mind your business | |
| Jumped into my car, left the scene of the crime2 murders uncalled for, doing no time | |
| I' m 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 ' cuz | |
| I' m packin' heat | |
| You might think | |
| I' m 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 it' s 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 won' t 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 ' cuz no one cares, see | |
| I' m not 18 so | |
| I can be wild' | |
| Cuz 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 |
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