God

(Chorus) 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, niggas 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... (Chorus) 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 (Chorus)