Lyrics of What

It's the inventa, tha wicket ice cold as tha winter, as niggaz enter, the
Dragon, tha 44 got my pants saggin, for all the what, bring da paddywagon, tha
Terminata, tha bitch ass nigga eliminata, tha suicide contemplata, for your
Dillusions i bring wicket ass illusions, to cause mass confusion, i be tha
Nigga bucka, tha hoodrat titty bar bitch fucka, got niggaz screamin what tha
Fuck!, see were, i'm down wit lord majai,and we both yellin, die die, nigga we
Comin 4 ya, you wanna fresh style let me show ya, bitch,verbally you never
Heard of the u n h o l y 'cause i'm hell of a.....nigga what....i insist,reel life
Suicidalist and 4 this i'm a white man's terrorist, i never miss when i squeeze
Tha chrome in my fist, mob style i'll make yo ass drink a glass a piss, high
Rolla,money folda,underground rap radio controlla, tha bone breaka the thug
Shaker, from here to cleveland nigga run or catch tha dum dums, dum diddy dum
Do i diddy esham i'm from detroit city, i flip mo tactics then acrobactics,
Doin hat tricks wit provalactics, unholy thats what my mama told me,now i do
All my dirt by my lonely, and most niggaz wanna kill you when you slangin ki's,
I clock dollaz while they catch zzzz's......nigga what.....

"what" by esham