[All talking at once]



[Esham]

OK... Yo this is Detroit niggas... Highland Park



[Moebadis]

Man get that hoe ass nigga up out the studio, man! 

He sound like a bitch!



[TNT]

Yeah get that bitch ass nigga up outta here, man.  

Dick suckin ass nigga.



[Moebadis]

Hoe ass nigga!



[Esham]

That's right... we ain't fuckin wit no hoe ass niggas



[TNT]

Yeah, Moebadis, you tell them hoe ass niggas



[Moebadis]

I'll tell you like this muthafucka 

I ain't want no hoe ass nigga around...



[Esham]

Bitch you wanna ride a niggas coat tails

know what I'm sayin all the way to the top



[TNT]

For real! None of this shit nigga! Gothom bitch!



[Moebadis]

Gothom...



[Esham]

Bitch you better do some work! 

Know what I'm sayin, Gothom, all that



[Mastamind]

Youse a hoe ass nigga WHAT!



[Esham]

Youse a hoe ass nigga, don't gimme no HAN

Nigga fuck your bank, and ya breath stank

Youse a hoe ass nigga, all by yourself

If you're rich or you're poor, through your sickness and health

Youse a hoe ass nigga, don't gimme no shit

You scurvy as hell, nigga suck the dick

Youse a hoe ass nigga yeah I said that

And plus my man Mastamind got my back



[Mastamind]

I got your card pulled, bitches you all about some bullshit

Need to get yo ass beat like a stag, wit a bull whip

I don't need no hoes around me but to fuck em

Niggas been talkin bout me for havin my back and never trust em

Then the bitch ass niggas wanna turn me in

Out of retaliation I ride on em, you turned, it's been a

Nation of killers is born, hoe ass niggas be gone

Come to Detroit, face the storm, and get rained on

You talk like you been drinkin for days

Been thinkin of ways to kill me

But they HANs and never feel me

My shit is too deep to tread

I need a, hoe ass nigga wit me like I need a hole in my head



[Esham]

You a hoe ass nigga everybody know you (Gothom)

They hate your ways, and the things you do

Youse a hoe ass nigga, that perpatrated

You must be a playa to be playa hated

Youse a hoe ass nigga gettin suited and booted

You look like somebody So Dre recruited

Youse a hoe ass nigga from Osbourne High

youse a hoe ass nigga, and I can't lie



[Moebadis]

Youse a small change nigga, standin around

Youse a hoe ass nigga, who wants to be down

You get clowned like a titty bar hoe (Bitch!)

In case you didn't know you just a 304

'Cause youse a know nothin, never gonna be nothin, hoe ass nigga

Always bluffin, penny pinchin, ass kissin, no hoe gettin

Think about it nigga, youse a  ass nigga

Hoe ass nigga

You can suck my dick!

All these hoes all on my motherfuckin dick

Askin bout the superstars... motherfucker

Ridin these fine ghetto cars, you know how we layin

Gothom is motherfuckin life



[Esham]

And this is for the niggas who be real with they shit

Hoe ass niggas so illegit

Youse a hoe ass nigga you lived a hoe ass life

You got some hoe ass kids, and a hoe ass wife

My niggas thoroughbreds all dogs in my squad

We make the type of shit doubelievengod

If youse a real muthafucka nigga blaze the gans

And tell them hoe ass niggas

Don't gimme no HANs



[TNT]

Word came round there's a price on my head

Said these niggas on the city streets want me dead

But that's ok, player hation is a part of the game

I expect this type of shit from some mark ass lame

But for the situation at hand, I handle with ease

Rollin on these hoe ass niggas break em down to they knees

Let these niggas know my status and I ain't no punk

Hit yo ass with some slugs, and knock off some chunks

And leave yo body in a puddle of blood, lights flashin

Gun blastin

I'm unmaskin my face to let you niggas know who did this shit to you

And I don't give a fuck about you, or your crew

Now bring it on motherfuckers 'cause we strong as steel

And you motherfuckin niggas know the fuckin deal

Bitch it's Reel Life product and Gothom too

Bitch it's comin at yo ass son, what you gone do?



[Esham]

Youse a hoe ass nigga, everybody know you

They hate your ways, and the things you do

Youse a hoe ass nigga, that perpatrated

You must be a playa to be playa hated

Youse a hoe ass nigga, gettin suited and booted

You look like a fool... that the scene recruited

RJ Watkins in here... Nat Morris



[TNT]

These hoe ass niggas



[Esham]

It's goin down like this



[TNT]

Hoe ass bitches

These hoe ass cops

The hoe ass IRS

The federellys

The bitches tryin to put me and my niggas in jail

FUCK them hoe ass niggas!

And you ain't stoppin us, bitch, for real

Gothom baby



[Mastamind]

This goes out to every one of y'all

None of y'all

Niggas can see me

Don't ask me bout no peace treaties, posters, eat your Wheaties

I'll lock on all of y'all

Body count em till they fall

They arms too short to box wit me so thay can't brawl

Couldn't save your life

If you had to roll the dice

Can't survive the hit out on the head so pay the price

Nights are gettin colder

As the days are gettin shorter

Walkin round ready for war 'cause I'm a soldier

Bitch am I supposed to

Get rolled over?

I don't owe the world shit but the last words I told ya

FUCK THE WORLD let my nigga TNT tell it

If that's the way the shit is, then blaze the funkadelic

Legends, sedate me 'fore my mind goes crazy

Lately these niggas been actin shady tryin to play me

For a bitch!

Die me talk a neighborhood sucka

When you die they gone say you was a good motherfucka...

Gotta put these niggas in they place!

Same damn thing... I just WISH... wish... wish...

I'd have all the money... I'd spend it quickly

Man I just wish!

Now I say fuck it! Fuck wishes!

I needs real things, REAL things



(Gothom, Gothom, Gothom, I wish, Gothom, Gothom, Gothom, Gothom)



[Moebadis]

BOOM! You dead motherfucker! You dead!



(Please Stand By)



[Esham]

I got 'em



(Got 'em, Gothom, Got 'em, Got 'em)



[Esham]

I got 'em

I got 'em, got 'em, got 'em

I got 'em

I got 'em, got 'em, got 'em

I got 'em, got 'em, got 'em

Fuck a bitch on my dick!

Im all about real estate, and how much cash a nigga can get

Nobody knows I'm insane

I be the U-N-H-O-L-Y, nigga blow out your brains

See I'm Gothom for life

The black devil suicidal mind snatcher

One day I'm gonna catch you

I sold my soul for real

That's why I'm rollin in the dough, nigga never had a record deal

Bruce Wayne Esham, unholy nigga

Three souls trapped inside the homicide

In the lyric I wrote, I never lied I could lie

To the dead souls of all those who died, I tried

I don't want to die with my eyes closed

And when the .45 slug connect, I resurrect

Nigga Jesus

I never trust so bust

And ain't no love in this world only hate and lust and uh...

When I'm rollin wit the sawed off

Imma blow your head off... bitch

When I'm rollin with the sawed off

Imma blow your head off

When I'm rollin with the sawed off

Imma blow your head off... no fuck that

When I'm rollin with the sawed off

Imma blow your head off... yeah

I got those killas on my team, plus a triple beam

A bloody ass pistol and a half 'scalene

I done seen

More then your eyes can dream

I'm the future

Won't hesitate to shoot ya

Pollute ya mind kidnapped, and rewind

Niggas been bitin my style since the beginning of time

I'm out of my mind, suicidal is my recital

Niggas listen to me when they want to be homicidal

Esham, the black devil, bitch I'm the man

All my niggas in Highland park smoke the gan

I'm a street politician on a mission to kill

Gasoline around your house this ain't no fire drill

Bitch I'll burn yo shit up like a cocktail to a crack house

It ain't nowhere to run from the gun that's

Held in the hand by the man called Satan

And when you want to die nigga I'll be waitin with the...

When I'm rollin with the sawed off

Imma blow your head off... That's right, just, pop

When I'm rollin with the sawed off

Imma blow your head off

When I'm rollin with the sawed off

Imma blow your head off

When I'm rollin with the sawed off

Imma blow your head off

Nigga don't ask me

Two keys in my chassis

Just hit the ditch in the damn Don Massey

I'm up in the back seat so I'm still lookin fo' ya

I told ya motherfuckin mama it was nice to know ya

Mental telepathy tellin me I need therapy

Got voices in my head don't need to take me out my misery

I'm 2 1/2, but I wish it was a key

I wanna be the kingpin epitome

Niggas don't consider me number 1 contender

So I must whip out my glock and make em surrender

Poison your mind with the sickness in my rhyme

Designer of the flatline, walk through time and uh...

When I'm rollin with the sawed off

Imma blow your head off... yo

When I'm rollin with the sawed off

Imma blow your head off... I'm lookin for you

When I'm rollin with the sawed off

Imma blow your head off... uh

When I'm rollin with the sawed off

Imma blow your head off

Imma blow your head off

Imma blow your head off

Imma blow your head off

Imma blow your head off

Imma blow your head off

Imma blow your head off

Imma blow your head off