lirik lagu esham – help me
[segue]
fifteen minutes earlier
and then there was a change the following
it’s a monday tuesday thursdays
and then, please call me back ’cause
because there’s another change i wanted to discuss with you
about the monday schedules
but therapy will be starting on tuesday, june the twenty~ninth
i’m not sure if this message is recording
um, but please call me back at 586~582~782[?]
[intro]
no matter how loud you yell or scream [?]
n0body’s gonna help you
[verse 1]
my mind is crazy, i keep it purple hazy
i keep on spittin’ wickеt sh~t until it doesn’t phase me
i think i’m schizophrеnic, so much that i can’t stand it
i fiend for paper, gotta have it, when i don’t, i panic
somebody call my doctor, i need my medication
if i don’t get it, just might k!ll you, here’s the situation
[chorus]
help me! [?] work all night
help me! i need [?] to keep my pockets tight
help me! [?] work all night
help me! i need [?] to keep my pockets tight
[verse 2]
i gotta make it bubble, if not, then i’m in trouble
i robbed the dealer, took his key on seven mile and hubble
and now his crew is angry, they claim they wanna bang me
but i was starvin’, he was eatin’, how you gonna blame me?
i’m just a rider ridin’, it ain’t no sense in hidin’
so if i see you out in traffic, know that we collidin’
it ain’t no rest in peace, so i just pack my [?]
[?], better me than the police
so now i doubled up, tripled up, flipped up
now i got even more cakes to whip up
construction workers stack bricks up
pullin’ up in the big trucks
run tell your boss man that i double crossed ’em
black hands side b~tch slapped [?]
[chorus]
help me! [?] work all night
help me! i need [?] to keep my pockets tight
help me! [?] work all night
help me! i need [?] to keep my pockets tight
[verse 3]
like [?], i be the fire starter
the situation’s getting hotter than in nicaragua
somebody dropped a dime, on me no dope they find
how you figure snitchin’ n~ggas must be out yo mind
the butcher know i’m beefin’, so f~ck your police chiefin’
they bl~~dy bodies in the street’ll leave they family grievin’
i hear the soldiers’ footsteps comin’ through the back
with guns out, dressed in black, ready to attack
i grab my mini fourteen hundred round drum
then i yell, motherf~ckers, come and get some
this was my final summer, i lived a life of drama
when they shot me in my head, all i said was “mama”
[chorus]
help me! [?] work all night
help me! i need [?] to keep my pockets tight
help me! [?] work all night
help me! i need [?] to keep my pockets tight
[outro]
~gunshots~
yeah!
f~ck platinum!
this sh~t is past platinum!
this sh~t is titanium!
uranium!
the way i’m f~ckin’ over your motherf~ckin’ cranium!
b~tch!
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