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Make Me Wanna Holla

Esham

Closed Casket

1994

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

here holds any true weight
Heading out of Troutville
Bleeding hands reaching for the bank
Pull me from the stream and I will fight like danger in the air

Eimsbush bis 0711

Samy Deluxe

Esperanto

1999

la belle époche
Werd's euren Ohren noch schnell besorgen
und Samy fällt ins Wort

Yo yo, ich mach' Dissen zur Sportart
Mehr Rhymes als N.O.R.E.

are blind shooters 
Consistency can never die 
Like my guy Jesus 
To ba gbo mi la te ni
That's divine reference 
I like struggle 
Na the reason  I dey

a million
Nigga go and get some millions nigga fuck yo feelings

...Mac G nigga ima bust a nigga
Making plays in LA on a bus nigga
I done got it out the mud

right
They say you die by the gun if thats the way that you gon' live ya life
But me I keep it on me just so they cant come get me right
I been watchinn

workers 
Pushin compressors he stuck in the hall
Can't tell the difference if he in a court or a lecture
What time was he called? Corrected by bluest

patterns 
Is the only way he expresses himself 
I live in the madness 
Summer time sadness 
We can all see that he's next to himself
How do I manage 
All

I'm packing up my bags on a gray Hound
I'm felling so James brown
Next stop I'm flying to LA now
Got a buzz from Boston to the Bay now
Y'all gonna

Another phone call from my road dogg
Locked up in the pen
And I can't wait till he get free
So we can kick it again
Shoot him a couple shots so he

up to the top[00:38.54]From the underground[00:39.34]Let off ten shots dont duck[00:40.60]I never miss them[00:41.48]Got the chip in place go

gotta rehearse the verse to move the ment
I ain't move in a hearse to live
Gotta kill me first then shoot the bitch
Oopsie I got tuci lit
Z gon grab

you my heart ion feel you deserve it

But I’m so traumatized by love ion feel shit
You left a hole in my heart I gotta deal with
To everybody changed

continue to make that two bucks change
'Cause I had to make those lames change so I could play in the game
By Dig Dugging their resting places in the dirt

some racks to my dentist
Keys in the trap and they're smellin' like lemon
Fuck 12, gave broski eleven
GG come home from a seven (seven)
22, come home

from your motherfucking main
I smoke dope, bitch, and it came from L.A
I blow potent, you can tell by the strain

Shawty too thick, bitch I don't gotta

know something's missing from the rhythm that is written
Watching crystals glisten
In the distance through the mystic prism
Restricted by resistance

They say for a party, I say it's dogma to America's artful lie
Sniffin' the party line, intoxicated from white
That fake superiority created by

opportunities
And avoid fakes that come close, despise on to me
I've been living my life tryna sell records till I die
Only need the recognition tryna live so

Open your eyes, look around, what do you see
Truth is obfuscated by a false reality
Imaginary towers scrape the skies in my mind
As the real world's

exponentially greater than his random tap
A tap from my love who has become a passer-by
A stranger, a regular bystander just like anyone else in the room that

I believe it
You live your life with no ethics you'll die for peanuts
I've seen it
The only people around you's bimbo badinas
You can't just roll

are hurting
Because I know if I don't live my dreams, I'm gonna die for certain
When I need some motivation, I picture my haters smirking
That reminds

Recent phone call on my brain , it was a call from a dime
Haven't heard from you, in a good three sixty five
But I heard your new single, listen