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letra de deathproof - esham

[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 f-ckin’ dance
might blow off your p-ssy, it’s a cannon in my pants
i’m a real f-ckin’ 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 f-cking with them boys that just don’t stop
yeah that gun’s on your waistlinе but still won’t pop
my n-ggas don’t waste time, they run on y’all block
this ain’t thе run of the mill, b-tch, 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 k!ll me, [?]
leave these walls of life, heed the calls of christ
[?] the laws of wife and husband for dozen
my n-ggas, i gave it all
my family, my friends, even my favorite dogs
saved my b-lls 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 f-ck with us, we gon’ smoke bums
keep these n-ggas on the run
murdering what i do for fun, punch you like [?]
follow the leaders, popping heaters
f-ck everybody, my style’s sweeter
your b-tch on my d-ck, you beat her
banging esham, two speakers
y’all know what it is, y’all know what it does
b-tch ass n-gga got drunk
running his mouth, [?] chatty ass n-gga on the run
sippin’ that, that’s fact, on the f-cking [?]
so far gone i can’t come back, my n-gga wanna tell you that
i’m [?], your b-tch know that, fresh as h-ll, blowing stacks
getting the head, [?] skeet raw [?]
i lose this sh-t every day, reel life n-ggas [?]
old dog [?] entertain with the burner in your face
f-ck the police, f-ck the popos, f-ck the feds, f-ck five-o
what the f-ck? 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
n-gga, if we got problems, on my mama i’m stopping through
he got a chopper, and n-gga, i got a chopper too
we beef, we get busy and tie you up is an option too
then he disappear and that n-gga 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, b-tch, now let’s see how that work for us
let’s go

- esham

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