Fried Chicken - Esham

My heads been hurtin since 83'

Since birth my momma’s been afraid of me

I was raised by the streets

I was made to be a young nigga makin cash so easily

I rolled into town full of playas and snitches

Every nigga I know be dyin' for riches

OZ’s, 8ths, kilos, and pounds

Nigga just yo ass right out of bounds

7 m-i-l-e's where I ride cause I roll through yo town like suicide

If you see me on the streets gotta bloody pistol

Triple beam OZ’s get cut with Crystal

Might come to your town and I’ll kill your crew

Put a crack house right next door to you

If I fucked your bitch man its all 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 all the bitches with the hair extensions

If you see a nigga leanin' to the side in my ride

Just look for the joint in my mouth and you can say I’m fried

(Hook)

You can say I’m fried

You can say I’m fried

I got a traffic violation warrant for my arrest

Two dope cases pending, pleadin' «no contest»

Had to beat a nigga ass at the liquor sto'

Cause he said he wouldn’t sell me alcohol no mo'

Fuck that I gotta get my buzz and die

Get high still DWI

What the fuck y’all know about a millionaire?

Gettin money slappin 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

Playa hatas hate me nigga whatever

I be fuckin these hoes since 94'

I’m screamin fuck these tricks in 96'

Real life, ill life, fuckin dykes

Hangin with Dice screamin «what it be like?»

Nigga ridin', high sidin, suicidein, murdaridin'

Nigga

(Hook)

I like money and everything that comes with that

I like pussy and big 'ole asses fat

I like hoes that suck dick at a drop of a dime

Put a gun in yo mouth and let it blow yo mind

Bitch boy, my names Esham for real

Nigga still I’ll kill for my dollar bills

So real, I’m out for the fortune and game

Street politics, tricks, to cocaine

Sittin' in a crack house earnin' my snaps

Way before I was bustin the raps

It’s the c-o-c-a-i-n-e now my lyrics be dope on the m-i-c

So fuck what you heard about me before

I’m the same ol' nigga

Esham’s dope, hoe