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Born beat up and always
Never thought I'd turn into a criminal if

Runnin from the cops like Al

Goin Rambo on them mother like Sly Stallone

Got a gat in my pants its part of my belt

Suckers scared like so they start to melt

I stand like concrete in Detroits streets
What a rich man throws away is a poor man eats
When i was 5 my mind start to

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

When i was 10 i commiting sin
I went to church on and i cussed out the reverand

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

Puttin holes in mother fuckers with a fuckin smith and

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

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

Esham is original and else is sloppy
i kill im sweet like Sugar Hill

Not your everyday elemantry run of the mill

fucker get it strait i dont battle thats for suckers

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

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

think im bluffin pull me bluff and get fucked up and

Its time for me to shut up cus i really said