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It's time to make another million
Esham
I be the insane nigg* wit the migraine
Headaches, stressed out, havin million dollar doubts
nigg* wonder, and my blind like Stevie Wonder
This system try to take me under
My whole team pop scallions
No more triple beam dreams or amphetamines
I got a problem wit the FBI
I'm always like fk 'em, muth*fk 'em
I made a millionaire dollars, and got the fk outta Detroit
hate me there, they wanna kill me
Playa haters can't feel me
I'm underground, so check the sound
You won't catch me on your radio dial
So fk that s**t, and bump this s**t
If you ain't wit this s**t, suck a fat d*ck
You all broke ass, ho ass, never get no cash
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Esham
Hold up, wait a minute
Your radio ain't s**t if my tape ain't in it
So now I'm going all out
And I'mma smoke on the dance, til I fall out
You can't stop my flow, hell no
If you'se a ho, you gots to go
Street politician, connection wit chickens
The Night Before Christmas, pop Charles d*ckens
Can't nobody do it like me, I'm the incredible Bruce Wayne
Please, last of the red hot blooded MC's
nigg* nigg* what, smack ya b*tch booty while I'm bustin a nut
My flow is ill like a virus
My words speak out to a thug like Cyrus
Kidnap ya mind, then hold it for ransom
The murder I wrote, is a suicide note, and
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