Charlie Manson Esham

[VERSE 1]
I be the nigga with the 3-5-7 chrome plated
America's most player hated and frustrated
Suicide's still on my mind, I contemplate it
Murdered more niggas, dead bodies, premeditated
Born and brought up in Detroit and street educated
Everything I do in this life is still drug related
Do my dirt by my lonely, so nigga I'm isolated
Many motherfuckers wanna see me incarcerated
Check the condition, stiff body in position
Body bag bloody from my murder composition
Niggas on suspicion, get 'em broke like New Edition
Peep the transmission from the street politician
Pop, pop, pop, to the dome, off the 'Lac Brougham
Chrome still shinin' and I'm grinnin' 'cause my mind's gone
Murder, murder, murder's all I scream when I squeeze Glocks
Number one way to kill a thug when the slug's hot
I'm yellin' out die!

[HOOK]
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