| I be so fresh niggas think I got a time machine
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| These rappers got no direction, they all lost
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| I was in Memphis Tennessee bumpin' Dolph
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| Hangin' with eighteen hoes, we playin' golf
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| I was fallin' on while they was fallin' off
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| I live next door to Santa Claus north
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| A old school Detroit player like Jack Frost
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| Well Al Capone whooped that trick crime boss
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| I’m always on the grind, can’t take no time off
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| I’m known to keep the 9 and I’ll blow your mind off
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| If you’re hoppin' on my dick, well it’s time to climb off
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| Detroit, where you can die with your eyes open
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| I’m in the end zone, I’m always wide open
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| Hit me with the football, I might stumble
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| One hand catch for the touchdown, no fumble
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| Run it back with no hassle, we playin' tackle
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| Get sacked in the game you might end up in shackles
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| Two hand touche, Barry Sanders, Willie Sims
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| Runnin' with the package, had to hop over the fence
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| On the offense, 'cause we the defense, we run the prevent
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| Four quarters in the game just like four seasons
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| First down is like movin' that first pound
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| deeper in the game, it only get worse now
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| With the money come pain, don’t tell me it hurts now
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| And now your body lay in the back of the hearse now
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| It’s funny how the coach put you in and it worked out
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| But a whole lotta players before you got murked out
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| Niggas died from concussions, blitzed in all the rushin'
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| In a huddle, I need your body layin' in the puddle
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| So don’t think you special like you can’t get sat
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| You’re only good as your last game, kid, remember that
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| You not the only player in the league
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| A lot of heavy hitters in this game so you must respect the streets
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| These is the rules you abide by
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| And if you don’t respect the streets, these the same rules you’ll die by
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| Second down, it’s a little more pressure
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| Ain’t gained no yardage on that last drive gets ya
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| slaughter those who oppose
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| You say your run game’s strong, so now it’s back on
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| Quarterback feel the pressure from the blitz
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| Didn’t see it comin', caught him when he slipped
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| Wanted a flag, never happens with your style up
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| Pocket collapse, it’s a cop car pile up
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| Third down and twenty niggas still gettin' money
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| I’ma run the hail Mary to the end zone carry
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| I never underestimate the hate can come from inside
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| Niggas jump too soon, now we off sides
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| Fourth down, and a lot to go
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| But I ain’t never gon' punt it, I’m a r-r-run it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Football Players , by - Esham. Song from the album She Loves Me, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп