| The wicketshit continues
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| After I told these niggaz to stay off my dick
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| They still on my dick trying to bite the wicketshit
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| Niggaz still wanna know what Esham mean
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| Esham stands for East Side Hoes And Money
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| That’s what I’m all about
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| But for all y’all niggaz bitin the wicketshit
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| And tryin to bite the style
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| I want you to think about one thing
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| Remember me? |
| The one you gotcha idea from
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| Back in this bitch… yo for the 9−4
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| I gotta let these niggaz know once again
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| That I’m comin like this
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| They said the wicketshit was dead (dead)
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| Some ol’wicketshit ain’t never dead
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| I gotta let y’all hoes know I’m comin back on yo ass
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| I stopped believing in god about a year ago
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| In god I can’t trust but uh you don’t hear me though
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| Cause my life in the sunshine ain’t sunny
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| A suicidalist
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| My memory’s on the bliss
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| But can you really dig what I dug if I drug
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| The life of a thug caught a .45 slug
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| I wish I was dead
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| But I’m fucked up in the head
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| Cause I’m kinda hesitant to kill myself
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| But I hate life
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| Life ain’t nothin but money
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| And it ain’t funny when your honey gets runny
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| I wish I was down but my mind spins round and around
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| And how many times can dead bodies be found
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| But you don’t understand the tales of a madman
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| Unholy comin at your ass once again
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| Amen, and I don’t give a fuck though
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| Sometimes I feel like giving up yo It makes me wanna holla
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| (samples Snoop Dogg)
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| (Make make me wanna make make me wanna holla)
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| (Make me wanna holla cause my dollas come in ozones)
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| It makes me wanna holla
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| Life comes in dollas
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| Doin dirt like ring around the collar
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| I’ll a Can’t get paid if I ain’t got a trade
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| I dropped outta school, now who got played
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| A fool, I’m just tryna get mine
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| I’m sick a seein my moms in the welfare line
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| A nigga, I grew up in the ghetto
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| I live in the ghetto
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| I’m never gonna get out the ghetto
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| The place where black folks die
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| And slangin them cracks is a way to get by There’s nothin else a nigga can do And fuck the police because they only protect you
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| You wouldn’t understand unless you was a black man
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| God damn
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| It makes me wanna holla
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| I’m still feelin funny ways
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| On them sunny days when my honey plays
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| The money stays
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| Days go by and things seem to get no better
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| Now the bitch wanna leave, I let her
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| I don’t sweat her
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| Cause it ain’t in my nature
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| Bringing out the worst in me, I think I hate ya I can’t deal with it hoe
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| I gotta stay real with it though
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| Swo yo My minds spinnin cause I’m drinkin that gin and juice
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| Tryna forget about you, bitch
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| You can call me crazy
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| When every other nigga in the hood is a crack baby
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| Maybe one day I’ll be dead
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| Bleedin in the sunshine hole in my head
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| That’s all a nigga need
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| Fuck a bitch stankin ass pussy always wanna bleed
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| I don’t need that hoe
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| Not in my life
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| Not now
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| Yo no It makes me wanna holla
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| It makes me wanna holla
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| Cause life ain’t nothin but a joke
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| Down in the ghetto
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| Smellin the gunsmoke
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| When every other bitch is on this dick
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| I’m trying not to be a statistic
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| It’s hard, I can’t get a job
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| Mo niggaz robbin
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| I’m steady mobbin
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| They tell a nigga to look on the bright side
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| It ain’t the black side, must be the white side
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| I gotta watch my back in case cops wanna act up Get ya punk ass smacked up Cause I know you wanna kill me Cause I know yo ass feel me It makes me wanna holla |