| Don’t nobody love me
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| I’m from 7 M-I-L-E
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| Niggas from Detroit wear Adidas and Pelle
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| Say I remind them of the one
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| With «Thug Life» on his belly
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| The new 2Pac
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| Outlaw, Makaveli
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| I’m in a brand new DB9
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| See me shine
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| Err rapper you know be like, «That's Esham!»
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| Way past my prime
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| But there ain’t no age on crime
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| Boomin' every second
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| Clockin' all the time
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| Dump, dump on the police
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| See they trying to hunt me
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| With a loaded .45 but I’m only 43
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| I ain’t tell her do nothing
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| That’s the way that shorty be
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| I be naughty by nature
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| She be naughty like me
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| I’m E-S-H-A-M-S-M-I-T-H
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| Looking like I won the hood sweepstakes
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| But I didn’t
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| Still out here spittin'
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| That Wicketshit just in case you forgettin'
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| Got my murder gloves on
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| I’m from the Murder Mitten
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| One to your dome
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| Tell the world, «Good riddance!»
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| It was written in the scriptures
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| I was spittin' sacrilegious
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| Now I’m in this world a witness
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| These rituals of wicketness
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| One time for them ones who be locked down
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| In these streets man he can’t put the Glock down
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| Fuck the police 'cause they can get shot down
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| No lives matter
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| Even you can catch a hot round
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| I support the underground
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| It’s not just a hashtag
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| I’ll put you six feet underground
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| In the trash bag
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| Fuck you and your money
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| Don’t need your cash
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| I’m from Detroit, Beirut, Baghdad |