El Sicarios Esham (Ft. Mastamind)

[Intro: Mastamind]
Nah, nah, you the man (You the man, dog)
Nah, it ain't me, you the man (What's up with you?)
I'm just saying (You good?)
You got the best hand (Yeah, you good)
Play that shit right (Play it right)
Good luck out here (My nigga)
Good luck

[Verse 1: Esham]
He was a known drug dealer, everybody know him
Taking pictures on the gram with [?]
Screaming gang, gang, gang like he [?]
Man, everybody watching, even po po [?]
But he don't really care, slanging drugs like it's legal
Think you balling like the Pistons 'til the feds come and see you
Got you calling up your people once they hit you with the RICO
Locked inside a cell, hear no, see no, say no evil
Ain't no fakin', no mistakin', lots of money you was makin'
In the kitchen you was bakin' 'til them snitches started cakin'
Cakin' cakin', Dunkin, Heinz, Betty Crocker, Sara Lee
Other killers made me 'cause I need some therapy
Can't get shit free, it cost a fee, we will agree to disagree
You could end up six feet deep if you mention dissin' me
Don't give a fuck, don't press your luck, a million slugs, a million bust
Adios, don't fuck with the Sicarios, good luck