Esham - Can't Take That lyrics

I know how it feels to wake up fucked up
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 don't stop
Stay close to a chop
Just in case you think not
Baking soda in the water till
It bubble in the pot
When it's dry it's hard like candy
Butter cookies what you got
Break it down into some boulders
50's 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 it, 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)

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
Bitten, when professional hittin'
Is 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)

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)