Letras:
The Devil Makes Three Do Wrong Right

Uh-uh, Napoleon the strength of the strong-arm When they think they was in the right I prove they movin wrong I'm a, hardcore, product of the ghetto

Kentish Town. A delicate hush the gods, floating by wishing us well, pie in the sky. God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right, right to be wrong

'm crazier than the devil I put it on the table but the nigga just a pebble That makes me the master [Mexicano 777 speaking] Esperate, wait a minute right

come So do I try to stay alive or do I grab a gun End it all, put a stop to the pain That goes on in my head every time it rains The Devil speaking

do you know my name? [Esham] Im down with notics, nuts on train So give me mine cause it aint about black or white It aint about wrong or right on Devil

of knowledge that'll earn my pay I think for myself, I take advice And if I did it wrong once then I do it twice I check my steps, make sure they're

have no Juvey wanna make a ghost or few What am I'm supposed to back down or somthin' 'cuz you got a lil' click All that frownin' and reppin' shit, gone get ya down in a devil

of knowledge that'll earn my pay I think for myself, I take advice And if I did it wrong once then I do it twice I check my steps, make sure they're

the weed and somehow I'm still high Three years, still seein' the weed in my eyes, Lord Sometimes I don't know what You want from me But I do know You