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[Esham] Nineteen ninety nigga sick, FBI all on my dick Life or death, if I had to pick Rather be safe and sound like DJ Quik You might see me smashin ghost, 8-5-0 Cuz I move twenty pictures back in '94 A bitch ain't shit if she out for dough Reach back like a pimp, slap the ho Niggas' niggas go to jail, and tell the dirt in the streets I'mma make my pitbulls eat bloody in meat Police wanna see a nigga face defeat Watch the shit get bloody, next time we meet, nigga [Chorus x2] Suffer the consequences Suffer the consequence [Esham] I'm always a witness to some type of crime The City I live in'll make ya lose ya mind If you see a drive-by, act like ya blind If you tell on me, that ass is mine My nigga got caught, wit a half on the third Heard he singin to the feds like a mockingbird Niggas' niggas got to kill him, that's all I heard Next day is bloody body, got smoke like herb Letras de cancionesPolice askin questions, plus the IRS Know my telephone number, and my home address Momma wonderin how can my baby be involved in this mess From ill street politics I got mental stress, I'ma [Chorus x2] [Esham] Police raid my house and found 18 chickens Threw my bitch on the floor, and still screamin and kickin Six in the mornin was the time of the of the stickin Heard nigga don't move and shotguns clickin Hundred g's in my safe but I came up short They only said I only had ten when I went to court Plus I got two warrants of child support Ever seen a baller fall, nigga ain't no joke They say they got a witness, who a testify On conspiracy, and murder wit no alibi I'm thinkin to myself, damn, I wish they all day 25, wit an ill nigga, bound to cry, so I [Chorus x4] From Letras Mania