I know how it feels to wake up fucked 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 don't 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, butter cookies
What you got break it down into some boulders
Fifties look like butterscotch
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 shit if your ass 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 fifty bullets
Fifty times in your nugget, fuck it
Love it or hate, like it or not
I really gives a fuck what rabbit gets shot
Sedate me, baby, lately, I've been crazy,
Caught up in the world of madness can't phase me
Suicidal, fuck 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 bitch.

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 drugs, 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
Fucked around with the underground, murdered like chad
Get smoked like bud, body left in the hood
Stripped naked, take off your jewels rapped

In a blanket, kick it cooked him, left in the
Bucket like a burnt piece of chicken
Bitten 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
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Cant Take That Lyrics

Esham – Cant Take That Lyrics