I know how it feels to wake up fucked up 

With 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 dont 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, fifties 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? 



You can't take it with you 

All them things that money buy 

You won't need 'em when you die, baby 



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, 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. 



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-" 



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 

Biten, went professional hittin' 

It's 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. 



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...)