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
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