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(Esham Talking)



Verse 1: Esham



Im a Detroit Playa like Biggie Smalls saids,

So I never on tricks thats bald head,

And the car you riding in, I know you loves Black,

Im from Detroit baby, I been test drove back,

And plus you dirty rat, you need a chineese slap,

You say you wanta battle me, but you can't rap

In the new millenium, I hope you all would die,

Cause some of those styles yaw chouse is wild,



(Chrous)

Babby,D-E-T-R-O-I-T,

3-1-3 (x4)



(Notorious B.I.G. Sample after chrous) "My Deroit Playas"



Verse 2: T.N.T.



From the East out-of-towner, where you find T.N.T.,

With the smoke in my hand,in the fithy reme,

Back 7 M.I.L.E., West to East (Westside)

Hit crashes,

Swerving,

100 spokes,

Hataz wanta me to krash it,

Pus I pack the plastic,

The situation drastic,

Still Political,

Still Poetic Hoe,

Yeah,



(Chorous x4)



Verse 3: Esham



You say you wanta get your gamble on,

Get your bang on,

Slang on,

Get your trick,

And get Gone in the Wind like Ghandie,

Out hunting for a fine little mommy,

Might see "E" on 7 M.I.L.E.,

Manhattan N-Y-C, East Coast,

To Cali,

I be running through this bitch like Barry Sanders,

Detroit underground commander,

Say you bust something,

Disscus someting,

Smoke a little crush something,

Plus ride a little plus on em,



(Chrous x4)



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