My 9 Rhymes lyrics

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Born broke, beat up, and always hungry
Never thought I'd turn into a criminal, if anything
Running from the cops like Al Capone
Going Rambo on them suckers like Sly Stallone
Got a gat in my pants like it's part of my belt
Suckers scared like butter so they start to melt
I'm staying solid like concrete in Detroit's streets
What a rich man throws away is what a poor man eats
When I was 5 my mind started to blow up
Told my teacher I wanted 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 Reverend
When I was 10 I started committing sin
Witchcraft and Voodoo with needles and pins
When I became an adolescent, I never learned my lesson
Putting holes in motherf*ckers with a f*cking Smith & Wesson
A homicidal, vital recital, Esham's my title
I know my sh*t is def and I know you want to bite, oh
But no don't do it, you'll be just a carbon copy
Esham is original and everybody else is sloppy
But chill, I kill, I'm sweet like Sugar Hill
Not your average, everyday, elementary, run-of-the-mill
Motherf*cker get it straight, I don't battle, that's for suckers
You wish you was down with Reel Life Products
Ain't that right brother, I don't bullsh*t
No need to pull sh*t, you pull some sh*t
And you'll be full of bullets and sh*t
Brother think I'm bluffing, pull my bluff and get f*cked up and stuff
It's time for me to shut up 'cause I really said enough