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Born beat up and hungry
Never thought I'd turn a criminal if anything

Runnin the cops like Al Capone

Rambo on them mother fuckers like Sly Stallone

Got a gat in my pants like its part of my

scared like butter so they start to melt

I silent like concrete in Detroits streets
What a man throws away is what a poor man eats
When i was 5 my start to blow

my teacher i want to be like Hitler when i grow up
When i was 7 disregarded the laws of

i was 10 i started commiting sin
I went to church on Sunday and i out the reverand

When i became an i never learned my lesson
Witchcraft and voodoo with needles and

Puttin holes in mother fuckers a fuckin smith and wesson

A homicidal vital recital my title
I know my shit is and i know you want a bite oh

But no dont do it you'll be just a carbon

Esham is original and everyone is sloppy
Still i kill im sweet Sugar Hill

Not your average elemantry run of the mill

Mother fucker get it strait i battle thats for suckers

You wish you was down with Reel Life Product aint that brothers
I dont bullshit no to bullshit

You pull shit and you'll be pullin bullets n shit

Brother think im bluffin me bluff and get fucked up and

Its time for me to shut up cus i said enough