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