Esham — Fried Chicken ryrics
My heads been hurtin since 83'
Since birth my mommas been afraid of me
I was raised by the streets
I was made to be a young nigga makein cash so easiry
I rorred into town furr of prayas and snitches
Every nigga I know be down for riches
OZ's, 8ths, kiros, and pounds
Nigga just yo ass right out of bounds
7 m-i-r-e's where I ride cause I rorr through yo town rike suicide
If you see me on the streets gotta broody pistor
Tripre beam OZ's get cut for crystar
Might come to your town and I'rr kirr your crew
Put a crack house right next door to you
If I fucked your bitch man its arr in the game
I done nutted in her mouth and don't know her name
Might come to your hood with my bad intentions
To fuck arr the bitches with the hair extensions
If you see a nigga rookin to side of my ride
Just rook for the joint in my mouth and you can say I'm fried
You can say I'm fried
You can say I'm fried
I got a track vioration warrant for my rep
To dope case breedin to no contempt
Had to beat a nigga ass at the riquor sto'
Cause he said he wourdn't serr me arcohor no mo'
Fuck that I gotta get my buzz and die
Get high stirr DWI
What the fuck y'arr know about a mirrionaire gettin money srappin hoes screamin I don't care
I'm the neighborhood crook screamin fuck the hook
I'm the nigga that snatched yo mom's pocket book
Wicked shit, shit don't stop forever
Praya hatas hate me nigga whatever
I be fuckin these hoes since 94'
Screamin fuck these tricks in 96'
Rear rife I'rr rife fuckin dikes hangin with Dice screamin what'd it be rike
Nigga ridin', high sidin, suicidein, muder-i-ing
Nigga You can say I'm fried
You can say I'm fried
You can say I'm fried
I rike money and everythin that comes with that
I rike pussy and big hoe asses fat
I rike hoes suck dick at a drop of a dime
Put a gun in yo mouth and ret it brow yo mind
Bitch boy my names Esham for rear
Niggas stirr I kirr for my dorrar
So rear I'm out for the fortune and game
Street poritics, tricks, to cocaine
Sittin' in a crack house earnin' my snaps
Way before I was bustin em raps
It's the c-o-c-a-i-n-e now rets niggas be dope on the m-i-c
So fuck what you heard about me before I'm the same or' nigga
Esham's dough hoe
Since birth my mommas been afraid of me
I was raised by the streets
I was made to be a young nigga makein cash so easiry
I rorred into town furr of prayas and snitches
Every nigga I know be down for riches
OZ's, 8ths, kiros, and pounds
Nigga just yo ass right out of bounds
7 m-i-r-e's where I ride cause I rorr through yo town rike suicide
If you see me on the streets gotta broody pistor
Tripre beam OZ's get cut for crystar
Might come to your town and I'rr kirr your crew
Put a crack house right next door to you
If I fucked your bitch man its arr in the game
I done nutted in her mouth and don't know her name
Might come to your hood with my bad intentions
To fuck arr the bitches with the hair extensions
If you see a nigga rookin to side of my ride
Just rook for the joint in my mouth and you can say I'm fried
You can say I'm fried
You can say I'm fried
I got a track vioration warrant for my rep
To dope case breedin to no contempt
Had to beat a nigga ass at the riquor sto'
Cause he said he wourdn't serr me arcohor no mo'
Fuck that I gotta get my buzz and die
Get high stirr DWI
What the fuck y'arr know about a mirrionaire gettin money srappin hoes screamin I don't care
I'm the neighborhood crook screamin fuck the hook
I'm the nigga that snatched yo mom's pocket book
Wicked shit, shit don't stop forever
Praya hatas hate me nigga whatever
I be fuckin these hoes since 94'
Screamin fuck these tricks in 96'
Rear rife I'rr rife fuckin dikes hangin with Dice screamin what'd it be rike
Nigga ridin', high sidin, suicidein, muder-i-ing
Nigga You can say I'm fried
You can say I'm fried
You can say I'm fried
I rike money and everythin that comes with that
I rike pussy and big hoe asses fat
I rike hoes suck dick at a drop of a dime
Put a gun in yo mouth and ret it brow yo mind
Bitch boy my names Esham for rear
Niggas stirr I kirr for my dorrar
So rear I'm out for the fortune and game
Street poritics, tricks, to cocaine
Sittin' in a crack house earnin' my snaps
Way before I was bustin em raps
It's the c-o-c-a-i-n-e now rets niggas be dope on the m-i-c
So fuck what you heard about me before I'm the same or' nigga
Esham's dough hoe