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Esham

Homey Don`t Play

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Текст песни Esham - Homey Don`t Play

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Born broke, beat up, and always honked atGimme an uzi and you suckas get the fuck backI`ll bust your mind like a watermelonAnd as you listen you`ll find your brain swellin`I`ll go Oo so, solo who soDeads compare themselves with death dieDon`t ask why my styles uncopiableSome try, but they just too sloppy soThou shall not come closer`Cause all the suckas who bite`ll blow up like an explosiveI`ll stamp a pentagram dead on your foreheadAnd as soon as ya say a lyric your deadX marks the spot where your body fallsThen I`ll grab your soul and roll, `cause my duty callsSo all you suckas get the fuck out my wayWhen I drop the mic you`ll say, homie don`t playThe U-N-H-O-L-Y, hell of a hellyI`m like the devil in your body writin` bite me on your bellyLike the exorcist, the devil`s groove keeps flowin`Turn out the lights and my body starts glowin`In neon, that`s `cause I`ma pee on realityThe U-N-H-O-L-YThere`s a lotta evil minds but only one devilOf the dog turnin` back on what `cha get, but don`t forgetI hit like no otherYou see my rhyme is like a pillow it`s made to smotherTry to diss me I`ma murder ya, I never hearda yaA son of a gunner and I`ma kill a everyone a yaSomethin` you`ve never seen, put you in a guillotineThe psycho labelled me as a killer teenWhen I drop the mic your parents prayGet the fuck out my way, `cause homey don`t playBreak out the Holy Water, as I slaughterBetter change your last name `cause I`m goin` in alphabetical orderAnd it won`t stop `cause I won`t stopWith the tick, tick, a tick, tick, a tick, tock , a tick tockCan`t you get it through your headThat it can`t get no defer `cause my lyrics already deadHopin`, wishin`, prayin`, someday I`ll stop what I`m sayin`But I can`t, it seems like I`m possesed with somethin`The U-N-H-O-L-Y, keep my mind jumpin`Get up, get down to the rhythm of deathSuckas thinkin` I`m takin` a breakThem suckas fallin` every time I lose my a breathBut still I don`t stop to the beatOne time, one rhyme, and I still blew your mindEverytime I drop the mic I bet everybody sayHomie don`t fuckin` playEverytime I kick shit, it`s labelled as wicked shitDon`t try to bullshit `cause I`ll fill you with bullets and shitRappin` with my red head, some say my brains deadMockin` what I`m rockin` then your sayin` what insane saidSuckas are suicidal, unholy is homicidalI`m comin` inside your mind and I`m takin` your titleYou wanna be me, but suckas can`t see meCause I`m a ghostwriter, funky funky freshNot unless I get my point acrossMy illin` and illin`s what I have to doIf you bite my lyrics I`m coming after youNot physically, but mentally, rockin` instrumentallyIf you listen too hard it might kill instantsistantlyI can get in doubobly, until I see your mind workYour thinkin` so hard your fake me cause your mind hurtWhen you pass out you`ll have to say"Get outta that nigga way man" cause homie don`t play

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