Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Take It Wit Cha, artist - Esham. Album song Closed Casket, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 18.08.2008
Record label: Warlock
Song language: English
Can't Take It Wit Cha |
Most niggaz like money, car’s, pussy ho Pockets on swole roll true’s and vogue’s |
You sell your soul as the story is tole |
Just a hold on a bitch lookin like Envogue |
So ya slang em, gangbang em, nuts hang em And bitches want the money but tricks you cant blame em Got ducket's, mother fuck it, so ya stuck it You either Flavor Flav it or ya chuck chuck chuck it Got a big ol' house |
that sit on a hill |
Gettin high till you die 'cause that’s the way you feel |
But on the real, I dont give a fuck what you got |
'cause it dont mean shit when yo ass get shot |
Why not, most niggaz plot with the gloc |
And only gloc’s go pop piggety pop pop pop |
You just cant stop it if they comin to get cha |
And oh yeah, you cant take it wit cha |
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die) |
You cant take it wit cha |
All that shit that dope might get cha (none of that) |
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die) |
You cant take it wit cha |
You might get you a house, a woman, and maybe a baby |
If you dont go crazy first |
And tell me what’s worse bein broke or a hearse (huh) |
Money is a black man’s curse, but still |
We got to have dollar bills, |
'cause if I cant see it then the shit aint real |
Where I live, crackhead heaven 24−7 |
No hope for the city of dope |
It aint no heaven, god dont like my hood |
'cause my hood is hell and it aint no good |
Got money to the ceilin' oh what a feelin |
O.G. |
dealin, Caps get peeled and next |
Ho’s want checks for some sex |
Pussy’s get recked dick shoved through they neck |
No respect, you get no respect so he hit cha |
Snap your love like a picture |
Ho you cant take it wit cha |
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die) |
You cant take it wit cha |
All that shit that dope might get cha (none of that) |
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die) |
You cant take it wit cha |
You cant take it wit cha, no love, no lust |
No one, no gun, no cap to bust |
All the things in life you’ve ever had |
Get zipped and locked in the bodybag |
What’s left? |
Life after death, you dont know |
When you die, you might meet the people you owe |
Death row, that’s where we all gon' go Sell your soul to the devil get a tag on your toe |
Oh no, no more bitches and television |
Get a trip to the morgue for your final circumsision |
What the fuck? |
You dont know what from what |
'cause they even took your dick and your nuts |
Man you cant take it wit cha |
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die) |
You cant take it wit cha |
All that shit that dope might get cha (none of that) |
All that shit that dope might get cha (when you die) |
You cant take it wit cha |