Esham's Boomin Chords

Lyrics & chords

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