Letras:
Esham Detroit Dogshit

my birdz and set em free, now how can this be I heard he caught a federal case, caught with more dope in his crib than scarface, talkin to federalies from Detroit

Let me give you a piece of my mind You will find that I flip like Jeckel and Hyde On a suicide track that I ride in fact, I walk the black lines Of the

Let's take a trip, back into time, as I explain, Things ain't the same, I'm goin' back down memory lane. And as I travel, dirt roads of gravel, Two

The witch jumped on my back So now it's time for me to rhyme in Acid Rap A mic attack, so my brain starts to swell up It's time to turn the volume

[ESham] Niggaz ain't loyal to the game That's why the dope game is so fucked up now Punk motherfuckers [Verse One] 30 birds, 30 birds all I want is