Esham's Boomin chords by Esham
Verse 1
Gm
Yo man, let me get one of them
Em
big motherfuckers and shit in here
G
All right man, here ya go man,
give me the money man
Em
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Give me the money. Hey fuck that
Em
you ain't get no damn choice.
Gm
Em
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Get the rock and get the fuck on.
Em
Sittin down in a crack house
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earning my pay
Em
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If some base head jump crazy,
I'll just blow him away
Em
'cause I'm fully wrapped,
Gm
I ain't taken crap
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Em
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I got a mini .14 with a shoulder strap
Em
Base heads knocked on the door, they
Gm
just knocked and knocked
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Em
My crack quickly disap
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peared one rock by rock
Em
I had a couple more to go
Gm
but oh no
G
Here comes the big ho
bustin down the do'
So I kicked out a window,
jumped the roof next door
Took the money,
Em
left the crack but I'll get more
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Jumped down off the roof,
G
cops start poppin'
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All yellin' freeze,
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Em
who they thought was stoppin'
Gm
Cops on my tail tryin' to put me in jail
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Em
I slipped and I fell,
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got up and ran like hell
Em
I was runnin' and runnin',
Gm
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runnin' fast as I can
Em
If you would a seen me you'd a
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Em
said that was the bionic man
Yeah I was born,
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this brother had got away
Em
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Just up the block at my
homeboy's hide away
Em
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Bang on the door, he let me into his crib
Em
Then I told him about the
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police and what they did
Em
He gave the keys to his ride and I was
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back on the move
Em
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Jumped into his set and kicked the groove
Em
Gm
You see crime is life and life is crime
G
Em
But what would life be without
G
a Reel Life rhyme
Em
Not real life
Cruising around town
G
and the bass is up
Em
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Running big time lights,
G
I don't give a fuck
Em
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Seen the police,
Gm
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put the peddle to the metal
Em
The pig was on my tail because
G
the speakers rock the ghetto
Em
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I knew they wasn't bitches 'cause the
traffics movin' fast
Not gonna let them get me
unless they pop my ass
Em
Burned big time rubber on 7 Mile
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I was driving like a drunk
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cold acting wild
Em
Slammed on the breaks,
pressed on the gas
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Em
Dipped around a corner come off they ass
Bust a move to my crib to
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change my clothes
Em
And since I got away from the cops I'm
G
screamin' fuck them hoes
Em
And I stepped outside,
G
Jumped into my ride
Em
Seen a couple base heads hanging
G
out at the bar
Em
Pulled over and parked,
G
Throw em a sample rock
Em
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Had all the base heads on my jock
Em
A crack fiend,
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god damn tried to snatch my caine
Em
Whipped out my mag
G
and blew out his brains
Em
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See crime is life and life is crime
Em
But what would life be without
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Em
a Reel Life rhyme
G
Em
Not real life
Gm
All the base heads on the corner ran
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Em
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Then a lady shouted out "That guy killed a man,
Em
he killed somebody"
G
Oh shit, God damn I got a witness
Em
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2 to her head and I said bitch
mind your business
Em
Jumped into my car,
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left the scene of the crime
Em
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2 murders uncalled for, do ing no time
Em
I'm a gangster on the run
G
my solutions a gun
And I'll beat up your momma just for fun
Em
One day I was chillin'
Gm
on the East Side of town
G
Em
Not a base head in site
G
and none to be found
Em
So my fila's kickin to the
G
sidewalk beat
Em
And my jam is kind of warm
G
'cause I'm packin' heat
Em
You might think I'm a statistic
G
to work this beat
Em
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But if I don't sell drugs then I don't eat
Em
Some think that I am dumb,
G
I don't care what they think
Em
But I'm a keep getting paid until
G
I'm locked in the click
Em
Or uzi's be poppin'
G
at my body like thunder
Em
I'm dead like a doorknob,
G
six feet under
Em
That's the consequences
G
, rich man in business
I'll blow up your momma
in military defenses
Em
Unemployed with a beard,
Gm
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make the school playa hate
Em
The hoes on the side so you
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know its drug related
Em
Ten G's in my pocket
G
with the style and profile
Em
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Born in New York and grew
Em
up in Long Island
G
Raised in the Motown a brother
throw down
Em
Beefin' with the G and believe
G
me you will go down
Em
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Don't start none, boy won't be none
Em
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Brothers want some then you
got to get some
Em
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Crime is life and life is crime
Em
But what would life be without
G
a Reel Life rhyme
Em
Not real life
Kicked in the face with the
G
dope man reality
Em
The brothers hard with a
G
criminal personality
Em
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No one scares me, no one dares me
Em
Shoot a brother in the back for crack
G
Em
'cause no one cares, see
G
I'm not 18 so I can be wild
Em
G
Cause in the courts eyes I'm
Em
still a ju venile
G
A Reel Life product, it's a rock a rock
The neighborhood smoking for
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Em
blocks and blocks
G
And y'all fools be slippin' puffin dicks,
be chokin'
Em
Two weeks later your arm
G
Em
would be broken
Wake up to reality
I don't have a negative personality
But everyone have to do what
they have to do to get by
Outro 1
Even sell crack
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