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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 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'ma

[Chorus 2X]

[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 4X]
[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 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'ma    [Chorus 2X]    [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 4X]