A thug changes, and love changes   and best friends become strangers   A thug changes, and love changes   (yo, uh)    Can it be, that i stayed away for too long?   Did i leave your mind when i was gone?   Baby ain't no need to pretend I aint actin live   I'm like a young-ass Michael from the Jackson Five (HEE HEEE)   But you don't feel me, the industry for years been trying to kill me   Me and my niggas stay in the cracks like roaches   Always runnin from the Raids when the cops approaches   Man my style is just too ferocious   Been spitting potent dope for years, that's why I overdoses   Now I'm gonna tell you how it all began   Before Eminem   Before all of them   I'm a tell you how they tried to play me   How my city betrayed me, made me fuckin go crazy   Made me carry the AK in the back with my base     This worlds so cold   I'm a let you know   You can't get away with tryin to steal my flow     In eighty-eight I set up shop before detroit had shock   Kid Rock never rode a bike down my block   Remember Homie the Clown?   And thats about the time ICP put it down   Detroits most wanted, K-Ice and Maistro and Smiley   I was at the Disk, spendin' bank with Gregg Riley   Even though we was movin units every day   Still gots no love or radio play   Maybe because I won't pay payola   Known in the streets for moving yoca cola   Me and my brother, trying to get up out the ghetto   Take care of my mother, cause I love her   It was no hip hop shops or freestyle battles   Only a city full of snakes that rattle   Remember "Sugar is sugar and salt is salt"   If they didnt sell records, its not my fault   I used to watch the scene with Natt Morris   I dedicate this to Detroit, now I'm a sing the chorus     So high you cant get over it   So high you cant get over it   So low thats why i'm holding it   So low thats why i'm holding it     Boss up   A real soldier learn to take orders   So his game is still pulled through in the fourth quarter   I know you cant believe that you've all been decieved   Its like a girl sayin her hairs real but its a weave   Feminem is a style   She-twelve is an age   She lives across 8 mile, but still can get gauged   Kill the fetus, please believe this, word to Jesus   I got niggas with the blowoff in they freezers   Facts is facts and fictions fictions   If you cant take the heat stay up out the kitchen   I remember droppin Hellter Skkkelter   Before Devils Night, I could of burned down the shelter   We was bumpin Awesome Dre   Representing Detroit way before you meant Dr. Gay   All my underground niggas up at c Notes   Open mic spitting wicket shit that we wrote   There wasn't no East to West Coast   Just Awol, Rap Mafia, DJ Eazy B and Los.     This worlds so cold   I'm a let you know   You can't get away with trying to steal my flow     [esham pushin the beat with his mouth in the backround]