Can't Take That - Esham

I know how it feels to wake up fucked up

With pockets on E, and bad company

I wish I had a key to open all the locks

I’d open all the blocks, flood them all with rocks

Keep clocking knots, cause it dont stop

Stay close to a chop, just in case you think not

Baking soda in the water till it bubble in the pot

When it’s 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 50 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

Sedidate 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 them 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 going

We gonna be living 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 skeeting on the rug

Fucked around with the underground, murdered like chud

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

Biten, went professional hitting

It’s all about chopping bodies up and throats slitting

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 them when you die, baby

(Everything… Money, Cars, Jewelry… all of it…)