24/7 - Esham

Yeah, I gotta let these niggas know once again

There ain’t nothin' wicket like this here wicket, Wicketshit

You know what I’m sayin', yeah

So if you didn’t catch it the first time

I’m going to hit your ass up like this

Two times on your ass

One nine nine fo'

I’m out for the dough

Fuck a ho

And bitches can’t fade me like an afro

My flow is wicket, some doubt what we say

The Unholy, Black Devil, Kunta Kinte

I’m down with NATAS and that Blaz4Me

And niggas can’t see me in 3D

I’m comin' at your ass straight from the East side

And I’m in the belly of the beast, right

Niggas don’t know the time

I’ll put a gun in your mouth

And let the taste blow your mind

Sleepy niggas awake

You faker than a silicone titty with the shakes

I makes more bounce to the motherfuckin' ounce

And Esham’s how it’s pronounced, bitch

I hit the switch

'Cause I got that shit hooked up

And my shit’s pure before it’s cooked up

Mo' money, that’s what it’s all about

Young hoes, it’s all about dick in your mouth

Unholy nigga with the Reel Life crew

We talk about real life shit we been through

Fuck the Reverend, 187 and fuck Heaven

'Cause the Wicketshit will never die

I’m doin' it 24/7

I do it like this ya’ll, a like this ya’ll

I do it like that ya’ll, a like that ya’ll

(I'm doin' it 24/7)

More niggas gettin' served

'Cause I’m twice as nice with the verbs

I don’t believe in God so fuck what you heard

This ain’t no gimmick

So don’t mimic my style of rappin'

Niggas can’t fuck with my Fleetwood mack, and

Plus I’m phat and

All of that and this and mo'

I’m quick to take your ends and dis your ho

No singin' at my funeral

Just a little somethin' I thought you should know

If your pussy stank, you need some douchin' ho

As I choose my flow up

My mind to blow up, to make you throw up

Jackin' my dick and so what I make it nut, but uh

You better watch the shit as I kick it

My shotgun said Blaz4Me

I’m still wicket, as I stick it

Straight up your ass, and pass the J

Niggas from Detroit don’t play, hey

You better raise up

And watch me blaze up

Another cigarette

How hard can another fuckin' nigga get

I’ll whip a clip out if you want to trip out

And shut your mouth Reverend

'Cause my dick might slip out, uhhh

I don’t give a fuck about Heaven

'Cause the Wicketshit will never die

I’m doin' it 24/7

I got a suicidal problem

My problem solver is a revolver

My mama wants me to get therapy

I don’t involve her

'Cause I’m wicket

I like to kick it like no other

James Smith, yeah that’s my brother

I know you heard of him

We like to smother suckers

Unlike them other suckers

We cause a ruckus

Make the police want to buck us

So fuck us, if you want to try

Some nigga said I was dead

But the Wicketshit will never die

I’m comin' straight from the cradle to the grave, ya’ll

And motherfucker, I could never be a slave, ya’ll

I pack a gat and that’s for real though

But see I’m nice with my hands

And plus these fuckin' steel toes

I thought you knew it was just like this

I’m down to the end cause I’m a Suicidalist, yo

Where all my peoples at, East or the West side

North side, South side, homicide

It don’t matter, ain’t no thang to me

'Cause it’s all in D-E-T-R-O-I-T

I stay true to my city

Now ain’t that a pity

I chopped off a gangsta ho titty

My attitude’s just like Frank Nitti, shitty

All 24/7

This goes out to all my niggas

That’s true to the motherfuckin' city, yeah

And ain’t nothin', nothin' wicket

Like this here wicket Wicketshit

Ya’ll still don’t know