(Esham)
The red of blood I seen it come in 25 shades
Just your ordinary average homicide days
Long ago a homie told me, yo that crime pays
Now I'm in the hot pursuit, I'm riding sideways
I know my life ain't worth the bullets in your '45
But you ain't hitting me, I jump into a sporty dive
Before you know I got my shank inside your throat and sides
24's on 84 Regal as you was flooring right
Peeling, chrome creeping, through the ghetto zone
9 milli-milli bang for the metal tome
Send you back to your mama wrapped in cellofoam
You seen the lights of the flashy berretta chrome
Slice your a** with this hatchet like we Tom and Jerry
Knock your sh** out, get you paid by the tooth fairy
When you die you're getting wet up like your bloody Carrie
Tuck your a** nice and cozy for the cemetery
When I burry your a** (Chorus)
Money to my mamma, I'm sending that
Corners full of drama I'm bending that
24's on a 84 Regal, and I'm grinding
24's on a 84 Regal, and I'm grinding
Money to my mamma, I'm sending that
Corners full of drama, I'm bending that
24's on a 84 Regal and I'm grinding
24's on my 84 Regal and I'm grinding (TNT)
24's on my 84 Regal
I'm riding down your block with 2 Desert Eagles
I'm fixing to save the underground like Neo. People
People, there's no equal
f** the sequel
This is it
A hit is a hit
You're about to get your wig split
It's the real deal no counterfeit
n***a's check my style, my paint jobs gleaming
My rims is beaming
My hoes swallow my semen
Oops I was just peeing
Let me retort f** going to court
Live in the fast lane cause life is to short
Hoes quote my rhymes
Fiends cop my dimes
My sh** is so clean
I only ride when the sun shines
Read between the lines
f**ing with mine you lose your mind
And I ain't lying, n***a's is dying (Chorus)
Money to my mamma, I'm sending that
Corners full of drama I'm bending that
24's on a 84 Regal, and I'm grinding
24's on a 84 Regal, and I'm grinding
Money to my mamma, I'm sending that
Corners full of drama, I'm bending that
24's on a 84 Regal, and I'm grinding
24's on my 84 Regal, and I'm grinding (Shaggy 2 Dope)
Eighty-four Regal cruising on twenty-fours
Looking for these hoes
Stop at every liquor store
You ain't peep my twenty-fo' spinners?
Diamond spoke
Po-pos looking at them at red lights and catch strokes
I get head while I'm mashing on 7 mile and Gratiot
Grip the steering wheel tight b**h I ain't crashing it
Barry's in the rearview what the f**?
Again? Push him out the window pealed out on his head
I ain't scared, f** what he talking
Talking about my Regal, illegal cause flossing
So it's back to the land to get my dime bags
Not to mention my hatchet to deal with these f*gs
I'm back in my home turf, Southwest
Where the hoes got they man's name tatted on they chest
What you hate me for?
Twenty-fours on a eighty-four
When I open the door, b**h
What you waiting for? (Chorus)
Money to my mamma, I'm sending that
Corners full of drama I'm bending that
24's on a 84 Regal, and I'm grinding
24's on a 84 Regal, and I'm grinding
Money to my mamma, I'm sending that
Corners full of drama, I'm bending that
24's on a 84 Regal, and I'm grinding
24's on my 84 Regal, and I'm grinding