Lyrics:

[Chorus 4X] It's time to make another million [Esham] I be the insane nigga wit the migraine Headaches, stressed out, havin million dollar doubts Nigga wonder, and my blind like Stevie Wonder This system try to take me under My whole team pop scallions No more triple beam dreams or amphetamines I got a problem wit the FBI I'm always like fuck 'em, muthafuck 'em I made a millionaire dollars, and got the fuck outta Detroit Niggas hate me there, they wanna kill me Playa haters can't feel me I'm underground, so check the sound You won't catch me on your radio dial So fuck that shit, and bump this shit If you ain't wit this shit, suck a fat dick You all broke ass, ho ass, never get no cash [Chorus 4X] [Esham] Hold up, wait a minute Your radio ain't shit if my tape ain't in it So now I'm going all out And I'mma smoke on the dance, til I fall out You can't stop my flow, hell no If you'se a ho, you gots to go Street politician, connection wit chickens The Night Before Christmas, pop Charles Dickens Can't nobody do it like me, I'm the incredible Bruce Wayne Please, last of the red hot blooded MC's Nigga nigga what, smack ya bitch booty while I'm bustin a nut My flow is ill like a virus My words speak out to a thug like Cyrus Kidnap ya mind, then hold it for ransom The murder I wrote, is a suicide note, and [Chorus]