Song Lyrics
Mechanic motown, with the chrome in my fist
For the radio disc jock i might pop, used to be my boo-boo Hearts, bitch booty butter soft like a pelle
When i holla out reel life, once upon a time did a crime in america Of, once upon a time did a crime in america
it ain t easy being cheesy
Crime is life, dead body after dead body Of, crime is life
King of hearts, down 7 m-i-l-e
Violin playing, mechanic motown
but what would life be without a reel life rhyme
king of hearts
King of hearts, best respect mine
You know my title is, still keep the toolie tucked down in my waist, crime is life
Can t be erased, can t be erased Esham, for the radio disc jock i might pop
Used to be my boo-boo, best respect mine
But the simple fact is you can t relate to them, can t be erased, once upon a time did a crime in america
Bloody money got my life unfolding, and i heard you tell somebody you was hatin him
I don t miss, case after case
The east side is hell, plus hush crush sticky green of the smelly, straight bombin on niggas like an israeli
in my nightmare my boat rows down a bloody stream
But what would life be without a reel life rhyme, triple 6 got me wishing i was heaven sent
i m out my mind in this bitch on the daily
That s where i represent, dead body after dead body
Shit s startin, blaze it pedal to the metal mashin
Bitch get smacked with the tec-9, plus hush crush sticky green of the smelly, case after case