Lyrics

[Intro] I'm dead wrong There is no scientific proof of particular ghost encounters And there's no proof that ghosts exist in the first place I know I ain't right Filthy Rockwell I'm from another planet [Verse 1: Esham] It's time to buy a new coupe, one without no roof It's Devil's Night, back from the dead like I'm big Proof It's me, yeah you know who, it's him, yeah I might shoot Go to jail, make bail, why, I got a lot of loot You cute but a prostitute, I'll shoot you in your coochie, boo Get my cash fast or in your ass will be a Gucci boot I'm up in the club, I don't want no fuckin' dance Might blow off your pussy, it's a cannon in my pants I'm a real fuckin' outlaw, break your man glass jaw Go to war backwards so you know that the boy raw If you're hanging in my hood and murder's what your ass saw Don't tell the cops, or [?] [Verse 2: [?]] Always fucking with them boys that just don't stop Yeah that gun's on your waistlinе but still won't pop My niggas don't waste time, they run on y'all block This ain't thе run of the mill, bitch, we top notch Dear God, I got the world beatin' my chest [?] eatin' my flesh And this path I'm on is ordained by you Turn up the volume and see the pain of proof I'm the same as you, yeah I got a famous crew D-12 [?] If I'm still breathing, I ain't leaving Unless they kill me, [?] Leave these walls of life, heed the calls of Christ [?] the laws of wife and husband for dozen My niggas, I gave it all My family, my friends, even my favorite dogs Saved my balls but mortgaged my soul Distorted and cold, my heart feels slushy Through the eyes, I can see the light I'ma die alone just for being right, and let's pray [Verse 3: [?]] We [?] like mojo, out the door with the four four Move fast while you move slow, can't afford the re-roll Y'all don't fuck with us, we gon' smoke bums Keep these niggas on the run Murdering what I do for fun, punch you like [?] Follow the leaders, popping heaters Fuck everybody, my style's sweeter Your bitch on my dick, you beat her Banging Esham, two speakers Y'all know what it is, y'all know what it does Bitch ass nigga got drunk Running his mouth, [?] chatty ass nigga on the run Sippin' that, that's fact, on the fucking [?] So far gone I can't come back, my nigga wanna tell you that I'm [?], your bitch know that, fresh as hell, blowing stacks Getting the head, [?] skeet raw [?] I lose this shit every day, Reel Life niggas [?] Old dog [?] entertain with the burner in your face Fuck the police, fuck the popos, fuck the feds, fuck Five-O What the fuck? They kickin' in my [?] door [Verse 4: [?]] [?] boy, I grew up like Shaka Zulu So miss me with all the fufu, Moe Dirdee and all my tutu From the west side, boy, we makin' movies you watching too But we [?] boy I do what I gotta do If it's not about money, on my mama I'm not [?] I'm not trying to be funny, I'm blowing money and shopping too Nigga, if we got problems, on my mama I'm stopping through He got a chopper, and nigga, I got a chopper too We beef, we get busy and tie you up is an option too Then he disappear and that nigga gone calling Doctor Who [?] in my bag zipped down to [?] Probably the ticket is still gon' cost you a little loot Cost you a little loot, it's gon' cost you a little loot Puff when I get a loose, so rocking a little fruit I'm sure I'm living proof, make her take off her shirt for us Now bounce around, bitch, now let's see how that work for us Let's go