Esham - 24s On A '84 Lyrics






[Esham:]
The red of blood I seen it come in 25 shades
Just your ordinary average homicide days
Long ago a homie told me, yo that crime pays
Now I'm in the hot pursuit, I'm riding sideways
I know my life ain't worth the bullets in your '45
But you ain't hitting me, I jump into a sporty dive
Before you know I got my shank inside your throat and sides
24's on 84 Regal as you was flooring right
Peeling, chrome creeping, through the ghetto zone
9 milli-milli bang for the metal tome
Send you back to your mama wrapped in cellofoam
You seen the lights of the flashy berretta chrome
Slice your ass with this hatchet like we Tom and Jerry
Knock your shit out, get you paid by the tooth fairy
When you die you're getting wet up like your bloody Carrie
Tuck your ass nice and cozy for the cemetery
When I burry your ass

[Chorus x2:]
Money to my mamma, I'm sending that
Corners full of drama I'm bending that
24's on a 84 Regal, and I'm grinding
24's on a 84 Regal, and I'm grinding

[TNT:]
24's on my 84 Regal
I'm riding down your block with 2 Desert Eagles
I'm fixing to save the underground like Neo. People
People, there's no equal
Fuck the sequel
This is it
A hit is a hit
You're about to get your wig split
It's the real deal no counterfeit
Nigga's check my style, my paint jobs gleaming
My rims is beaming
My hoes swallow my semen
Oops I was just peeing
Let me retort fuck going to court
Live in the fast lane cause life is to short
Hoes quote my rhymes
Fiends cop my dimes
My shit is so clean
I only ride when the sun shines
Read between the lines
Fucking with mine you lose your mind
And I ain't lying, nigga's is dying

[Chorus x2]

[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
Eighty-four Regal cruising on twenty-fours
Looking for these hoes
Stop at every liquor store
You ain't peep my twenty-fo' spinners?
Diamond spoke
Po-pos looking at them at red lights and catch strokes
I get head while I'm mashing on 7 mile and Gratiot
Grip the steering wheel tight bitch I ain't crashing it
Barry's in the rearview what the fuck?
Again? Push him out the window pealed out on his head
I ain't scared, fuck what he talking
Talking about my Regal, illegal cause flossing
So it's back to the land to get my dime bags
Not to mention my hatchet to deal with these fags
I'm back in my home turf, Southwest
Where the hoes got they man's name tatted on they chest
What you hate me for?
Twenty-fours on a eighty-four
When I open the door, bitch
What you waiting for?

[Chorus x2]





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  1. J.... L....

    who is tnt

  2. S.... S....

    stop hating on j for being a beast of a bidniss man, I can still buy twiztid gear off psy! and esham really need to thank ICP for making him relevant again...I was hatchet rydin when we had ICP and that's it so I'm down with the clown till I'm dead in the ground!! it's family they gonna fight and shit but it's still fam so whoop whoop and mmfwcl!

  3. B.... ....

    R.I.P TNT

  4. T.... ....

    I still want a TNT solo album :/

  5. C.... A....

    Wheres TNT?I read someplace he was in Vegas.Natas needs to get back together,for underground they controled.

  6. d.... c....

    this song is perfect Esham gets you hooked, TNT kills it, then Shaggy takes it away

  7. S.... ....

    @RobbieDGF i think it goes deeper than just the name thing...money had alot to do with it...j was rippin esham off. like he has to damn near every artist on psy...the same shit happend with twiztid

  8. S.... ....

    AND IM GRINDIN'!!!!

  9. C.... ....

    ridin sidewayz!

  10. C.... ....

    This was my BYW theme back in High school

  11. J.... J....

    t's only appearance on psy?

  12. r.... f....

    MMFWCL WOOP WOOP

  13. N.... G....

    darthscoobz00 is the hater