God

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We wanna ride, we ride

Wanna get high, we get high

We wanna touch the sky

Like angels we can fly

We wanna piece of the pie

Get the money before we die

We wanna la-de-da, la-de-da

[Esham]

It's all about the Benjamin's, the Thomas Jefferson's

Gettin' ya shine on in Detroit on Jefferson

Amen to my chrome wheels and my chrome skills

I grew up off flexin', money interceptin'

Never steppin' without the weapon

Disconnected with no papers, niggaz eject it

Watch me wreck shit wit' this style I've perfected

Carry a concealed Tech, shit for the next bitch

On the ego-trip or some God complex it's

The U-N-H-O-L-Y, murder lullaby

Yellin' out die, die, die, die

My, my, my, my

Oh my, oh God

Tell me why the wicked shit hits so hard

First of all we ball like Sammy Sosa

And keeps the toasta in case I gotta roast ya

I'm thinkin' suicidal, so don't step close to me

I'm from Detroit and dead's what I'm supposed to be

Dead's what I'm supposed to be...

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I'm finna bust, so call me a Mausburg

Fuck whatchu heard all I see is crow birds

Flowin' 'Word After Word', droppin' shit like a turd

Watch my energy surge, wit' the cannon, murders occured

I'm rollin', still holdin' my nuts, controllin' what I call

A super-high skydive, balla freefall

In the water wit' piranhas, suicidal Nirvana

I hydroplane and walk on water, marijuana

Ecstasy hexin' me, next to me, sexin' me

Bitches on my dick so much I need a vasectomy

Scientifically analyzed my style dissectin' me

Situations like this make me grab the Tek and squeeze

It's all about respectin these nuts I hold

Or I'll watch ya body turn cold with ya soul,

Out this atmosphere, out this hemisphere

Out this stratosphere, out everywhere

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