letra de i don't owe u shit - esham
[intro]
yeah, this goes out to all them n-ggas
who bit my sh-t in ’93
and still think i owe’ em somethin’
check it out ya’ll
eat a d-ck up, eat a d-ck up, eat a d-ck up
eat a d-ck up, eat a d-ck up, eat a d-ck up
eat a d-ck up motherf-ckers
(i gotta let these n-ggas know)
(maybe they’re just jealous of the dollars i’m makin’)
[verse 1]
i don’t owe no n-gga nothin’ but some feel like you, so
left yo -ss alone like robinson crusoe
i can freak the styles like i motherf-ckin’ want to
and if you wanna k!ll yourself, why don’t you?
13 ways, now it’s all in the news
life after death, which one do you choose
of course, i feel no remorse for a sucka
and if you wanna die you just a dead motherf-cka
so pucker up and kiss my -ss for me
my shotgun said blaz4me
blasphemy is what i’m speakin’
freakin’ my technique, and wreckin’ the set
with a tec you get wet
upset, i shipwreck the whole skit
just like bobbitt, cuttin’ off d-cks in the mix
f-ck them tricks like in them fl!cks
i’ll burn that -ss like a bic
’cause i don’t owe you sh-t
[hook]
psycho alpha disco beta, i don’t owe you sh-t
psycho alpha disco beta, i don’t owe you sh-t
psycho alpha disco beta, i don’t owe you sh-t
psycho alpha disco beta, i don’t owe you sh-t
[verse 2]
i don’t owe you no nothin’ like i said once befo’ and
n-ggas like yourself best to act like you know and
oh man, i f-cked your ho and
left some s-m-n in her
demon like the omen
yo man, don’t even try that sh-t
with the unholy black devil, n-ggas can’t get with
i f-ck up sh-t just like this ’cause
this is for the suicidalists
don’t miss if i bust a cap at your cranium
russian roulette who let me explain to ‘um
death ain’t nothin’ but life without the bible
oh don’t let me go get my f-ckin’ rifle
i’ll go get my 12-gauge and bust one
slug in your head, in god you trust son
i don’t like the reverend when i state
don’t even p-ss the collection plate
’cause i don’t owe you sh-t
[hook]
[verse 3]
i don’t owe you, but i know you
so you think you can get inside my head like a shrink
but i’m down with the crew called n-a-t-a-s
and we burn up sh-t like david koresh
nevertheless don’t stress me, test me, or press me
or the cops will have to come and arrest me
for kickin’ up dust, if i must, i bust
in the 9-4 more n-ggas i can’t trust
so when you see me better realize and recognize
that i can’t be chastised
open your eyes sucka, and see me just for what i am
a bad -ss n-gga who jams, god d-mn, bam
n-ggas betta scram
i’m shootin’ up the joint like yosemite sam
i am, not your regular n-gga, i will
whip out the steel if you feel
’cause i don’t owe you sh-t
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