Comin off that high, it's that devil Zagg wrapped around some funk In the trunk I got the Mossberg pump and 'bout to jack a punk And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan We 'bout to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this Take ya Glock off safety turn around and hit the street When I got the milli pictured in my head Ain't no stoppin 'cause the devil said I'm halfway dead What can I say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my head Locc to the brain on that insane tip, E-B-K everyday The block-style bitch smokin' dank With my braids in my hair and I'm riding on a full tank My nine on the side going both ways Peel a niggas cap and then I'm sideways
esham-losing my religion, he sampled body heat by Quincy jones and pretty little angel eyes by Curtis lee, and PAC went and stole the shit, he's from Detroit since 83 esham- blooming words from hell, multiple albums too many to scroll through
