Can't Take That

[Verse 1] I know how it feels to wake up fucked up Pockets on E, and bad company I wish I had a key, too open all the locks I'd open all the blocks, flood 'em all with rocks Keep clockin' knots, cause it don't stop Stay close to a chop, just in case you think not Baking soda in the water till it bubble in the pot When its dry it's hard like candy, butter cookies what you got Break it down into some boulders, 50's look like butterscotch Now I'm on the streets, another plan, a money plot Buy a brand new Benz before you rolled it off the lot It really don't mean shit, if your ass get shot Why? [Hook] You can't take it with you All them things that money buy You won't need 'em when you die, baby [Verse 2] You can't take it with you Even when they hit you with 50 bullets Fifty times in your nugget, fuck it Love it or hate it, like it or not I really gives a fuck what rabbit gets shot Sedidate me baby, lately, I've been crazy Caught up in the world of madness, can't phase me Suicidal, fuck American Idol, rock my recital Esham is my title, vital visions are homicidal But that don't matter, even when your blood gets splattered Caps going off like the Mad Hatter You can be poor or filthy rich Cause nobody can buy eternal life up in this bitch [Hook] -x2 You can't take it with you All them things that money buy You won't need 'em when you die, baby (Everything... money, cars, jewelry... all of it...) "Our dear brother right here was a good brother. He had money and diamonds He got diamonds all... all right now, but we gonna take all that.. Before we put him in the ground we gonna take all that off his body But anyway... He had a mansion... he had a mansion.. But he don't need that where he goin. We gonna be livin it up.. He had a purdy wife, he won't be needin her no more The church gonna take care of her-" [Verse 3] You can't take it with you, no lust, no love No drugs, no slugs, no FBI bugs Put one right between your eyes in the center of your mug Brains all on the floor, blood skeetin' on the rug Fucked around with the underground, murdered like chud Get smoked like bud, body left in the hood Stripped naked, take off your jewels rapped in a blanket, kick it Cooked him, left in the bucket like a burnt piece of chicken Bitten, when professional hittin' Is all about choppin' bodies up and throats slittin' So you can't take nothing with you but some hollow tips And then if you like the steel dick, swallow this [Hook] -x2 You can't take it with you All them things that money buy You won't need 'em when you die, baby (Everything... money, cars, jewelry... all of it...)