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Esham - Fried Chicken lyrics
My heads been hurtin since 83' Since birth my mommas been afraid of me I was raised by the streets I was made to be a young nigga makein cash so easily I rolled into town full of playas and snitches Every nigga I know be down for riches OZ's, 8ths, kilos, and pounds Nigga just yo ass right out of bounds 7 m-i-l-e's where I ride cause I roll through yo town like suicide If you see me on the streets gotta bloody pistol Triple beam OZ's get cut for crystal Might come to your town and I'll kill your crew Put a crack house right next door to you If I fucked your bitch man its all in the game I done nutted in her mouth and don't know her name Might come to your hood with my bad intentions To fuck all the bitches with the hair extensions If you see a nigga lookin to side of my ride Just look for the joint in my mouth and you can say I'm fried You can say I'm fried You can say I'm fried I got a track violation warrant for my rep To dope case bleedin to no contempt Had to beat a nigga ass at the liquor sto' Cause he said he wouldn't sell me alcohol no mo' Fuck that I gotta get my buzz and die Get high still DWI What the fuck y'all know about a millionaire gettin money slappin hoes screamin I don't care I'm the neighborhood crook screamin fuck the hook I'm the nigga that snatched yo mom's pocket book Wicked shit, shit don't stop forever Playa hatas hate me nigga whatever I be fuckin these hoes since 94' Screamin fuck these tricks in 96' Real life I'll life fuckin dikes hangin with Dice screamin what'd it be like Nigga ridin', high sidin, suicidein, muder-i-ing Nigga You can say I'm fried You can say I'm fried You can say I'm fried I like money and everythin that comes with that I like pussy and big hoe asses fat I like hoes suck dick at a drop of a dime Put a gun in yo mouth and let it blow yo mind Bitch boy my names Esham for real Niggas still I kill for my dollar So real I'm out for the fortune and game Street politics, tricks, to cocaine Sittin' in a crack house earnin' my snaps Way before I was bustin em raps It's the c-o-c-a-i-n-e now lets niggas be dope on the m-i-c So fuck what you heard about me before I'm the same ol' nigga Esham's dough hoe |
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