Football Players - Esham

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