Under Surveillance - Esham

Bitches see me and they start screamin'\n'Cause I’m a nightmare, they must be dreamin'\nRollin' in the demon leanin'\nEsham’s dope, ho, they must be fiendin'\nBack on the block and I’m boomin'\nRollin' in the fast car zoomin'\nI don’t give a fuck about a motherfuckin' cop\nYou get pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop\nMurder rap, check my profile\nGold teeth still can’t get no smile\nPimpin' ain’t pimpin' ain’t pimpin' ain’t dead\nI’m rollin' in the blue coupe my girl get the red\nBest in the world, no I ain’t gotta say it\nIt’s Reel Life, baby, this is how we gonna play it\nDrop top on the block hit you with the chop\nStill ahead of time and space, cop it when it drop\nPockets fat from crack rocks\nI came up sittin' in dope spots\nThey want me dead, but I am not\nI can’t rock ice, I’m too damn hot\nHot, hot, I’m too damn hot, I’m too damn hot\nHot, hot, I’m too damn hot, I’m too damn hot\nHot, hot, I’m too damn hot, I’m too damn hot\nHot, hot, I’m too damn hot, I’m too damn hot\nYour girl too hot, you know she freaky\nGot this beat from DJ Squeeky\nUnderground like Little Keke\nNow the ho sleep in my teepee\nCome through Uncle Fester creepy\nBitch-ass niggas give me heebie-jeebies\nFuck the P-O-L-I-C-E\nFrom D-E-T-R-O-I-T\nI don’t wanna hurt nobody\nRappers gettin' smoked out hear Bob Marley\nI stack paper while y’all go party\nIf you think you’re fuckin' with me nah hardly\nDamn if the money money don’t meet demand\nNiggas don’t plan to fail, niggas just fail to plan\nRappers always talkin' about how they run the game\nBut I already ran it, so I guess I fuckin' ran\nWatch for the police 'cause they always on the scanners\nCredit card fraud, identity scammers\nChick, God damn, package in my hand\nYou can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man\nHot, hot, I’m too damn hot, I’m too damn hot\nHot, hot, I’m too damn hot, I’m too damn hot\nHot, hot, I’m too damn hot, I’m too damn hot\nHot, hot, I’m too damn hot, I’m too damn hot