Esham's Boomin'

[INTRO] Yo man, let me get one of them big motherfuckers and shit in there (All right man, here you go man, give me the money man, give me the money) That one, man (Hey fuck that you don't get no damn choice, get the rock and get the fuck on!) [VERSE 1] Sitting down in a crackhouse earning my pay If some basehead jump crazy I'll just blow him away Cause I'm fully wrapped I ain't taking crap I got a Mini-14 with a shoulder strap Baseheads had 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 4 Busting down the door, 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 popping All yelling "Freeze!"; who they thought was stopping Cops on my tail trying to put me in jail I slipped and I fell, got up and ran like Hell I was running and running Running fast as I can If you'd have seen me you'd have said "that's The Bionic Man" Yeah I was gone This brother had got away Cause up the block was my homeboy's hideaway Banged 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 'Vette 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 [VERSE 2] Cruising 'round town and the bass is up Running big time lights, I don't give a fuck Seen the police, put the pedal to the metal The pigs was on my tail because the speakers rocked the ghetto I knew they was suspicious cause this 'Vette was moving fast They're not going to 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 brakes, pressed on the gas Dipped around a corner, cold lost their ass Bust a move to my crib to change my clothes And since I got away from the cops I'm screaming, "Fuck them hoes!" Then I stepped outside, jumped into my ride Seen a couple of baseheads hanging out at the park Pulled over and parked, showed a sample rock Had all the baseheads on my jock A crack fiend got ill and tried to snatch my 'caine Whipped out my Mag, blew out his brains You see, crime is life, and life is crime But what would life be without a Reel Life rhyme Not real life [VERSE 3] All the baseheads 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 Two to her head and said, "Bitch, mind your business!" Jumped into my car, left the scene of the crime Two murders uncalled for, doing no time I'm a gangsta on the run, my solution's a gun And I'll beat up your mama, just for fun One day I was chilling on the East side of town Not a basehead in sight and none to be found So my Fila's kept stepping to the sidewalk beat And my jammy's kind of warm cause I'm packing heat You might think I'm a statistic or worthless repeat But if I don't sell drugs then I won't eat Some think that I'm dumb I don't care what they think But I'm gonna keep getting paid until I'm locked in the clink Or Uzis be popping at my body like thunder And I'm dead like a doorknob six feet under That's the consequences Got rich man inferences I'll blow up your mama with military defenses Unemployed with a (???), make a schoolboy hate it Bullet holes on the side so you know it's drug related Ten G's in my pocket just for style and profile And born in New York, (???) Long Isle And raised in the Motown Where brothers throw down Beefing with the chief and best believe me you will go down Don't start none boy, won't be none Brother 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 [VERSE 4] Kicked in the face with the dopeman reality The brother's 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 court's eyes I'm still a juvenile Reel Life Product, it's a rock, it's a rock Got your neighborhood smoking for blocks and blocks If you're a fool be smoking, (???) dicks be choking Two weeks later your arms be broken Wake up to reality I don't have a negative personality But everyone has to do what they have to to get by Even if you sell crack, guy