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Detective Lyrics

(Esham)
I got a ill case, paranoia blood stains on my face
Close range sawed off shotgun bust
I never trust, it's a must you ain't down with us
From Gotham to Metropolis, n**** ain't no stoppin' us
Suicidal tendencies for all my enemies
From aggravated a**ault, insurance is no fault
U-N-H-O-L-Y, murder's my alibi
Sodem eyes your trick and make ya recognize b****
So flesh is ridiculous, mercilous, meticulous
Some back in New York and Los A-N-G-E-L-E-S
A homicidal vital recital, Esham's my t**le
From sacks of heroin packs, I went suicidal
From symptoms of insanity slowly slippin' insane
Doin' 100 in my 850 in the rain
And I got retaliation on the brain
(Mobaddess)
Retaliations a must, when I bust
Who the f*** can we trust?
For all you n***** that ain't down
With the Reel Life Product
No time to contemplate I'm grabbin' an AK
n***** in your hood screamin' out mayday
It's that killa Mobaddess
Kickin' you n***** and hoes, cause to me you on the same status
A round after rants, come get your head splattered
That's why in Detroit they call me Mobaddess
(Mastamind)
n**** cap blow, let that weed grow
Don't let 'cha be caught ridin' through the wrong hood
Cause b**** we evil
I rained on a million people, drowned the world in my s***
Blaze the blunt, and shoot blow this m*********** to bits

(TNT)
Tony Montana, I shot up a body in Atlanta
Dump that b**** in the river it don't matter
Still make moves on the street and don't stop
Still got the connects for the guns and crack pots
n***** hate
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