Suffer The Consequences - 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

Suffer the consequences

Suffer the consequence

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’mma

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