Make Me Wanna Holla - Esham

The wicketshit continues

After I told these niggaz to stay off my dick

They still on my dick trying to bite the wicketshit

Niggaz still wanna know what Esham mean

Esham stands for East Side Hoes And Money

That’s what I’m all about

But for all y’all niggaz bitin the wicketshit

And tryin to bite the style

I want you to think about one thing

Remember me?

The one you gotcha idea from

Back in this bitch… yo for the 9−4

I gotta let these niggaz know once again

That I’m comin like this

They said the wicketshit was dead (dead)

Some ol’wicketshit ain’t never dead

I gotta let y’all hoes know I’m comin back on yo ass

I stopped believing in god about a year ago

In god I can’t trust but uh you don’t hear me though

Cause my life in the sunshine ain’t sunny

A suicidalist

My memory’s on the bliss

But can you really dig what I dug if I drug

The life of a thug caught a .45 slug

I wish I was dead

But I’m fucked up in the head

Cause I’m kinda hesitant to kill myself

But I hate life

Life ain’t nothin but money

And it ain’t funny when your honey gets runny

I wish I was down but my mind spins round and around

And how many times can dead bodies be found

But you don’t understand the tales of a madman

Unholy comin at your ass once again

Amen, and I don’t give a fuck though

Sometimes I feel like giving up yo It makes me wanna holla

(samples Snoop Dogg)

(Make make me wanna make make me wanna holla)

(Make me wanna holla cause my dollas come in ozones)

It makes me wanna holla

Life comes in dollas

Doin dirt like ring around the collar

I’ll a Can’t get paid if I ain’t got a trade

I dropped outta school, now who got played

A fool, I’m just tryna get mine

I’m sick a seein my moms in the welfare line

A nigga, I grew up in the ghetto

I live in the ghetto

I’m never gonna get out the ghetto

The place where black folks die

And slangin them cracks is a way to get by There’s nothin else a nigga can do And fuck the police because they only protect you

You wouldn’t understand unless you was a black man

God damn

It makes me wanna holla

I’m still feelin funny ways

On them sunny days when my honey plays

The money stays

Days go by and things seem to get no better

Now the bitch wanna leave, I let her

I don’t sweat her

Cause it ain’t in my nature

Bringing out the worst in me, I think I hate ya I can’t deal with it hoe

I gotta stay real with it though

Swo yo My minds spinnin cause I’m drinkin that gin and juice

Tryna forget about you, bitch

You can call me crazy

When every other nigga in the hood is a crack baby

Maybe one day I’ll be dead

Bleedin in the sunshine hole in my head

That’s all a nigga need

Fuck a bitch stankin ass pussy always wanna bleed

I don’t need that hoe

Not in my life

Not now

Yo no It makes me wanna holla

It makes me wanna holla

Cause life ain’t nothin but a joke

Down in the ghetto

Smellin the gunsmoke

When every other bitch is on this dick

I’m trying not to be a statistic

It’s hard, I can’t get a job

Mo niggaz robbin

I’m steady mobbin

They tell a nigga to look on the bright side

It ain’t the black side, must be the white side

I gotta watch my back in case cops wanna act up Get ya punk ass smacked up Cause I know you wanna kill me Cause I know yo ass feel me It makes me wanna holla