Suffer the Consequences Esham
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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
[Hook 2X]
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
Police 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'mma
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
[Hook 2X]
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
Police 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'mma
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