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Yo, this goes out to the ones who player hate
FM98, they ain't shit, the whole station, eat a dick
What, what, nigga what, uh, uh
Y'all hoes can't stop me, I'm underground, Gothom

I'm not the thug or the thun but the chosen one
Unholy Esham, and I've just begun
Let me get inside your mind and resurrect your soul
'Cause the madness on my voice will make you lose control
Resurrect my intellect, my lyrics like Bible verse
Like the adrenaline in the nigga who be snatchin' them purses
I be comin' at your ass live [?]
'Cause my thoughts go deeper than your teacher's text
See life is measured in grams and dope scams
Niggas be gettin' beat every day in the street
Either you work or you hustle, you hustle your work
And keep your motherfuckin' mind on money and lurk

And yo, don't be a ho ass nigga all your life
Get you some money, get somethin' nigga, yo
Don't be like them motherfuckers who player hate
Fuck FM98, nigga

God damn, shit's crazy in Detroit, fuckin' potholes
Fuckin' up my rims and my hundred thousand dollar car
People treat me like a star, but it really ain't shit though
Still get pulled to the curb in my vehicle
Police sweat me every day
They know I got connections in every direction
Trick bitches wanna gobble up dick
The dirty ass hoes really make me shit
[?] ass niggas lookin' hard, what they don't know
We paid the nigga at the door, we in here with a four four
Try somethin' and you goin' out bleedin'
On a one-way ticket to receivin', uh

Should've been a ho ass nigga and you would've knew
There gon' be no ho ass nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
Ho ass things gon' happen to your ho ass, you know?

Fuck Billy T and TJ
Ho ass niggas don't play the true shit, they can eat a dick
Hoes wanna player hate, so I gotta regulate
Fuck every nigga on the top eight at eight
From the underground nigga with the crew, smoke the true
Motherfuckers wanna violate, I'll break you off like Ricky Ru
I don't give a fuck about a radio station
Commit a homicide, I'm underground nationwide
And ain't changin', ain't rearrangin'
Niggas still bitin' my shit for years
And I'm sick of niggas in them other states
Who got ahold to my shit years ago and didn't duplicate it

And you bitch ass niggas think I don't know
I'm a million dollar man, baby
Y'all ho ass niggas ain't gonna go worry about me
You know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause I'm still runnin' my shit, nigga
Ain't no major backing me, what, uh
Underground nigga slangin' these things, uh
I'm underground nigga slangin' these things, uh
I'm underground nigga slangin' these things, uh
Nigga, check, check, what