Текст песни My 9 Rhymes - Esham
Born
beat
up
and
always
hungry
Never
thought
I'd
turn
into
a
criminal
if
anything
Runnin
from
the
cops
like
Al
Capone
Goin
Rambo
on
them
mother
fuckers
like
Sly
Stallone
Got
a
gat
in
my
pants
like
its
part
of
my
belt
Suckers
scared
like
butter
so
they
start
to
melt
I
stand
silent
like
concrete
in
Detroits
streets
What
a
rich
man
throws
away
is
what
a
poor
man
eats
When
i
was
5 my
mind
start
to
blow
Told
my
teacher
i
want
to
be
like
Hitler
when
i
grow
up
When
i
was
7 disregarded
the
laws
of
heaven
I
went
to
church
on
Sunday
and
i
cussed
out
the
reverand
When
i
was
10
i
started
commiting
sin
Witchcraft
and
voodoo
with
needles
and
pins
When
i
became
an
adolescent
i
never
learned
my
lesson
Puttin
holes
in
mother
fuckers
with
a
fuckin
smith
and
wesson
A
homicidal
vital
recital
Esham
my
title
I
know
my
shit
is
deaf
and
i
know
you
want
a
bite
oh
But
no
dont
do
it
you'll
be
just
a
carbon
copy
Esham
is
original
and
everyone
else
is
sloppy
Still
i
kill
im
sweet
like
Sugar
Hill
Not
your
average
everyday
elemantry
run
of
the
mill
Mother
fucker
get
it
strait
i
dont
battle
thats
for
suckers
You
wish
you
was
down
with
Reel
Life
Product
aint
that
right
brothers
I
dont
bullshit
no
need
to
bullshit
You
pull
some
shit
and
you'll
be
pullin
bullets
n
shit
Brother
think
im
bluffin
pull
me
bluff
and
get
fucked
up
and
Its
time
for
me
to
shut
up
cus
i
really
said
enough
1 Esham's Boomin
2 My 9 Rhymes
3 4 All the Suicidalist
4 Dream Girl
5 Devil's Groove
6 Knockin Em Dead
7 Red Rum
8 Kissing Bandit
9 Some Old Wicket Shit!!!
10 Cross My Heart
11 Amen Another Sin
12 Pussy Ain't Got No Face
13 Word After Word
14 Devils in the Soup
15 Telling It How It Is
16 Don't Trip
17 Watch 'Cha Back
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