(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