Lirik Lagu Homey Don't Play - Esham
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Born broke, beat up, and always hawked atGimme an uzi and all you suckas get the fuck backI’ll bust your mind like a watermelonAnd as you listen you’ll find your brain’s swellin’I’ll go uso, solo husoDead compare themselves with death, dieDon’t ask why my style is un-copyableSome try but they just too sloppy, soThou shall not come closerCuz all the suckas who bite’ll blow up like an explosiveI’ll slap a pentagram dead on your foreheadAnd as soon as you say a lyric, you’re deadX marks the spot where your body fallsAnd then I’ll grab your soul and roll, cuz my duty callsSo all you suckas get the fuck out my wayWhen I drop the mic you’ll say“Homey Don’t Play!”
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, hellava hellyI’m like the devil in your body writin’ bite me on your bellyLike the exorcist, the devil’s groove keeps flowin’Turn out the lights and my body starts glowin’In neon, that’s cuz I’m beyond realityThe U-N-H-O-L-YThere’s a lot of evil minds, but only one devilOf the dog turn it back and whatcha’ get, but don’t forgetI hit like no otherYou see my rhyme is like a pillow and it’s made to smotherTry to diss me I’ma murder yaI never heard of a, son of a gunna and I’ma killa ev’ry one of ya!Something you’ve never seen, put you in the guillotineThe psycho labeled me as a killatineWhen I drop the mic, your parents prayGet the fuck out my wayCuz Homey Don’t Play!
Break out the holy water, as I slaughterYou better change you last name, cuz I’m goin’ in alphabetical orderAnd it won’t stop, cuz I won’t stopWith the tic tic! The tic tic! The tic tock! The tic tock!Can’t you get it through your head?That it can’t get no deffer, cuz my lyrics already deadHopin’ wishin’ prayin’Someday I’ll stop what I’m sayin’But I can’t, it seems like I’m possessed with somethin’The U-N-H-O-L-Y keeps my mind jumpin’Get up, get down, to the rhythm of deathSuckas thinkin’ I’m takin’ ‘em, breakin’ ‘emSucka’s foolin’ ev’rytime I lose my breathBut still I don’t stop ‘til the beat, one timeOne rhyme, and I still blew your mindev’rytime I drop the mic, I bet ev’rybody sayHomey Don’t fuckin’ Play!
Ev’rytime I kick shit, it’s labeled as wicketshitDon’t try to bullshit, cuz I’ll fill you with bullets ‘n shitRappin’ with my red head, some say my brain’s deadMockin’ what I’m rockin’, then you’re sayin’ what if Satan saidSuckas are suicidal, unholy is homicidalI’m comin’ inside your mind, and I’m takin’ your titleYou wanna be me, but suckas can’t see me cuz I’m a ghostwriterFunky funky fresh, nevertheless I get my point acrossI’m illin’, if illin’s what I have to doIf you’re bitin’ my lyrics, I’m comin’ after youNot physically, but mentally, rockin’ instrumentallyIf you listen to hard, it might kill you, incidentallyI can’t get indubitably, until I see your mind workYou’re thinkin’ so hard, you faint because your mind hurtWhen you pass out you’ll have to say“Stand out that nigga way, man!”Cuz Homey Don’t Play!
The U-N-H-O-L-Y, hellava hellyI’m like the devil in your body writin’ bite me on your bellyLike the exorcist, the devil’s groove keeps flowin’Turn out the lights and my body starts glowin’In neon, that’s cuz I’m beyond realityThe U-N-H-O-L-YThere’s a lot of evil minds, but only one devilOf the dog turn it back and whatcha’ get, but don’t forgetI hit like no otherYou see my rhyme is like a pillow and it’s made to smotherTry to diss me I’ma murder yaI never heard of a, son of a gunna and I’ma killa ev’ry one of ya!Something you’ve never seen, put you in the guillotineThe psycho labeled me as a killatineWhen I drop the mic, your parents prayGet the fuck out my wayCuz Homey Don’t Play!
Break out the holy water, as I slaughterYou better change you last name, cuz I’m goin’ in alphabetical orderAnd it won’t stop, cuz I won’t stopWith the tic tic! The tic tic! The tic tock! The tic tock!Can’t you get it through your head?That it can’t get no deffer, cuz my lyrics already deadHopin’ wishin’ prayin’Someday I’ll stop what I’m sayin’But I can’t, it seems like I’m possessed with somethin’The U-N-H-O-L-Y keeps my mind jumpin’Get up, get down, to the rhythm of deathSuckas thinkin’ I’m takin’ ‘em, breakin’ ‘emSucka’s foolin’ ev’rytime I lose my breathBut still I don’t stop ‘til the beat, one timeOne rhyme, and I still blew your mindev’rytime I drop the mic, I bet ev’rybody sayHomey Don’t fuckin’ Play!
Ev’rytime I kick shit, it’s labeled as wicketshitDon’t try to bullshit, cuz I’ll fill you with bullets ‘n shitRappin’ with my red head, some say my brain’s deadMockin’ what I’m rockin’, then you’re sayin’ what if Satan saidSuckas are suicidal, unholy is homicidalI’m comin’ inside your mind, and I’m takin’ your titleYou wanna be me, but suckas can’t see me cuz I’m a ghostwriterFunky funky fresh, nevertheless I get my point acrossI’m illin’, if illin’s what I have to doIf you’re bitin’ my lyrics, I’m comin’ after youNot physically, but mentally, rockin’ instrumentallyIf you listen to hard, it might kill you, incidentallyI can’t get indubitably, until I see your mind workYou’re thinkin’ so hard, you faint because your mind hurtWhen you pass out you’ll have to say“Stand out that nigga way, man!”Cuz Homey Don’t Play!
