Текст песни: Esham - Charlie Manson

I be the nigga with the 357 chrome plated,
America`s most player hated and frustrated,
Suicide`s still on my mind, I comteplated,
Murder more niggas, dead bodies, premeditated.
Born and brought up in Detroit street educated,
Everything I do in this life is still drug related.
Do my dirt by my lonely, so nigga I`m isolated,
Many motha fuckas wanna see me incarcerated.
Check the condition, stiff body in position,
Body bag bloody from my murder composition.
Nigga`s on suspendsion, get `em broke like New Edition.
Peep the transmission, from the street politician.
Pop, pop, pop, to the dome,
I fill my chrome,
Chrome still shinin` and I`m grinnin` cuz my mind gone.
Murder, murder, murder, is all I scream when I squeeze glocks,
Number one way to kill a thug when the slug`s hot,
I`m yellin` out die!

Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die
I`m yellin` out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
I`m yellin` out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
I`m yellin` out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die,

I come from the place where every nigga got a dope case,
Scrappin` for five dollas at night,
I hear nigga`s holla all in my head,
These bloody visions of my city streets,
That`s why when I roll keep the gat on the front seat.
Niggas`ll murder me if I let `em cuz they jealous, hoe,
Fuck what you heard, I be dope like a half a bird,
Schizophantic, manic, the shit is senseless,
All I wanna do is see you bleed, cuz I`m relentless.
The days of grace have long passed in the aftermath,
Wicketest ways, turn your cities into blood baths.
Manic depressive, I`m the nigga with the death wish,
Snitch on me I`ll put a slug in your esophagus.
Don`t fuck around if you can`t stand the consequence,
Detroit niggas`ll make your punk ass past tense.
All in my head, been suicidial since my date of birth,
Nigga`s been plottin` to murder me, but I murder first,
I`m yellin` out die!

Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die
I`m yellin` out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die
I`m yellin` out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
I`m yellin` out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die!

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I be the nigga with the 357 chrome plated,
America`s most player hated and frustrated,
Suicide`s still on my mind, I comteplated,
Murder more niggas, dead bodies, premeditated.
Born and brought up in Detroit street educated,
Everything I do in this life is still drug related.
Do my dirt by my lonely, so nigga I`m isolated,
Many motha fuckas wanna see me incarcerated.
Check the condition, stiff body in position,
Body bag bloody from my murder composition.
Nigga`s on suspendsion, get `em broke like New Edition.
Peep the transmission, from the street politician.
Pop, pop, pop, to the dome,
I fill my chrome,
Chrome still shinin` and I`m grinnin` cuz my mind gone.
Murder, murder, murder, is all I scream when I squeeze glocks,
Number one way to kill a thug when the slug`s hot,
I`m yellin` out die!

Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die
I`m yellin` out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
I`m yellin` out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
I`m yellin` out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die,

I come from the place where every nigga got a dope case,
Scrappin` for five dollas at night,
I hear nigga`s holla all in my head,
These bloody visions of my city streets,
That`s why when I roll keep the gat on the front seat.
Niggas`ll murder me if I let `em cuz they jealous, hoe,
Fuck what you heard, I be dope like a half a bird,
Schizophantic, manic, the shit is senseless,
All I wanna do is see you bleed, cuz I`m relentless.
The days of grace have long passed in the aftermath,
Wicketest ways, turn your cities into blood baths.
Manic depressive, I`m the nigga with the death wish,
Snitch on me I`ll put a slug in your esophagus.
Don`t fuck around if you can`t stand the consequence,
Detroit niggas`ll make your punk ass past tense.
All in my head, been suicidial since my date of birth,
Nigga`s been plottin` to murder me, but I murder first,
I`m yellin` out die!

Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die
I`m yellin` out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die
I`m yellin` out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
I`m yellin` out die!
Die, die, die, die, die, die,
Die, die, die, die, die, die!

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