Esham - Can't Take That lyrics

I know how it feels to wake up f**ed 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, bu*ter cookies what you got. Break it down into some boulders, fifties look like bu*terscotch 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 sh**, if your a** 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, f** it Love it or hate, like it or not I really gives a f** what rabbit gets shot Sedidate me, baby, lately, I've been crazy, Caught up in the world of madness can't phase me Suicidal, f** 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 b**h. 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 d**, 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 f**ed around with the underground, murdered like chud Get smoked like bud, body left in the hood Stripped naked, take off your j**els 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...)