Fried Chicken lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 n*gga makin' cash so easily
I rolled into town full of playas and snitches
Every n*gga I know be dyin' for riches
OZ's, 8ths, kilos, and pounds
n*gga jump 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 f*cked your b*tch man it's 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 f*ck all the b*tches with the hair extensions
If you see a n*gga 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

[Verse 2]
I got a traffic violation warrant for my arrest
Two dope cases pending, pleadin' "no contest"
Had to beat a n*gga ass at the liquor sto'
'Cause he said he wouldn't sell me alcohol no mo'
f*ck that I gotta get my buzz and die
Get high still DWI, what the f*ck y'all know about a millionaire?
Gettin money slappin' hoes screamin' I don't care
I'm the neighborhood crook screamin' f*ck the hook
I'm the n*gga that snatched yo mom's pocket book
Wicked sh*t, sh*t don't stop forever
Playa hatas hate me n*gga whatever
I be f*ckin' these hoes since 94'
I'm screamin' f*ck these tricks in 96'
Real life, ill life, f*ckin' dykes
Hangin' with Dice screamin' "what it be like?"
n*gga ridin', high sidin', suicidein', murdaridin'
n*gga, you can say I'm fried
[Hook]
You can say I'm fried
You can say I'm fried

[Verse 3]
I like money and everything that comes with that
I like pus*y and big ol' asses fat
I like hoes that suck di*k at a drop of a dime
Put a gun in yo mouth and let it blow yo' mind
b*tch boy, my names Esham for real
n*gga 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 f*ck what you heard about me before
I'm the same ol' n*gga Esham's dope, hoe