Esham - Can't Take It Wit Cha lyrics

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All that shit that dough might get'cha
(When you die, you can't take it wit'cha)
All that shit that dough might get'cha
(So give it up, give it up, yeah)
All that shit that dough might get'cha
(When you die, you can't take it wit'cha)
All that shit that dough might get'cha
(So listen to this shit)

Most niggas like money, cars, pussyhole
Pockets on swoll, roll Trues and Vogues
You sell your soul as the story is told
Just to hold on a bitch looking like En Vogue
So you slang 'em, gangbang 'em, nuts
Hang 'em and bitches want the money
But tricks you can't blame 'em
Got duckets, motherfuck it, so you stuck it
You either Flavor Flav it
Or you Chuck, Chuck, chuck it
Got a big old house that sit's on a hill
Getting high 'til you die cause
That's the way you feel but on the real
I don't give a fuck what you got
Cause it don't mean shit if
Your ass gets shot
Why not, most niggas plot with the Glock
And only Glocks go pop-piggity-pop-pop-pop
You just can't stop it if
They're coming to get'cha
And oh yeah, you can't take it wit'cha

All that shit that dough might get'cha
(When you die, you can't take it wit'cha)
All that shit that dough might get'cha
(So give it up, give it up, yeah)
All that shit that dough might get'cha
(When you die, you can't take it wit'cha)
All that shit that dough might get'cha
(So listen to this shit)

You might get you a house, a woman
And maybe a baby if you don't go crazy first
And tell me what's worse
Being broke or a hearse
Huh, money is a black man's curse
But still, we got to have dollar bills
Cause if I can't see it
Then the shit ain't real
Where I live, Crackhead Heaven 24 7
No hope for the city of dope
It ain't no Heaven god don't like my hood
Cause my hood is Hell and it ain't no good
Got money to the ceiling, oh what a feeling
OG dealing, caps get peeled and
Next, hoes want sex for some checks
Pussies getting wrecked
Dicks shoved through their neck
No respect, you get no respect
So he hit 'cha snap your love like a picture
Ho, you can't take it wit'cha

All that shit that dough might get'cha
(When you die, you can't take it wit'cha)
All that shit that dough might get'cha
(So give it up, give it up, yeah)
All that shit that dough might get'cha
(When you die, you can't take it wit'cha)
All that shit that dough might get'cha
(So listen to this shit)

You can't take it wit'cha
No love, no lust, no one, no gun
No cap to bust
All the things in life you've ever had
Get zipped and locked in a bodybag
What's left, life after death you don't know
When you die you might meet
The people you owe
Death Row, that's where we're all going to go
Sell your soul to the Devil
Get a tag on your toe
Oh, no, no more bitches and television
Get a trip to the morgue
For your final circumcision
What the fuck, you don't know what from what
'Cause they even took your dick and your nuts
Man, you can't take it wit'cha

All that shit that dough might get'cha
(When you die, you can't take it wit'cha)
All that shit that dough might get'cha
(So give it up, give it up, yeah)
All that shit that dough might get'cha
(When you die, you can't take it wit'cha)
All that shit that dough might get'cha
(So listen to this shit)