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Detroit City!
This is for all them big money makin in detroit.
I know ya' ridin high boy, i know ya' ridin high.
I might skate through my city 500 dry, just gotta fresh fade from the barber shop.
Gonna pick up my nigg* we gonna hit the strip, got the 3-5-7 just incase we trip.
Might get a lil' drunk might smoke some weed, and fk with some hoes thats all we need.
I'ma' real as* nigg* that neva' fake, if you feel like me nigg* pump yo' break.
See i made this s**t fo' them who roll, like Tony Montana out control.
From the D-E-R-T-R-O-I-T can't no nigg* out there fk wit' me.
I'm gettin (mailed?) fk a jail cell, post bail, Esham gettin paid who you gonna tell.
Wit' cho' punk ass! I blast! Any muth*fka runnin' up in the ski mask.
Never out done only out doin', t*ty bar girls is the hoes i'm screwin'.
Why? cause all my did they addicted ta' sellin Yayo and yellin' hey hoe.
If you don't know i think you better go axe somebody bout' a real nigg* hoe YO!
Chours:
b*tch! you betta axe somebody! (b*tch you betta' axe somebody)
Cause i don't just talk! (i don't just talk baby, thats right)
(repeat)
I don't just talk when it comes to makin' my (snouts?)
Cause i wuz slangin' rocks way before all them rappers.
On The coner sellin dimes, fcK the ryhmes young nigg* came up through them hard times.
I'ma' seven mile ride, beers glidin big bluntin' ain't no picture in if ya' frame.
The fall of the best friends Robbey and I, now in my city like do or die.
All i do is smoke weed and fk these hoes, have em' waitin by the phone hopin they get chose.
All you punk as* be player hatin'.
Cause i'm makin this money strait regulatin'.
And you be ill legit all counterfeit.
Ain't about no buisnes you all about bulls**t.
Get yo' s**t together, stop ridin' on the next d*ck and lovin these tricks.
It all started as a toddler, .45 bullet sw*llower to the foot step follower.
Slang' an oz. wanna' know me girls wanna know my bidness cause ya' nosey.
I'm thinkin how can i come up on the 8 feet, i never let the money get chance to get away from me.
Street polaticin', hood rat d*ck stickin, Call me Cernal Sanders cause i got the fried chicken.
Ill life wicked ways make me real trife, i bring the thought up it's all about "Reel Life"
Chours
b*tch! you betta axe somebody! (b*tch you betta' axe somebody)
Cause i don't just talk! (i don't just talk baby, thats right)
(repeat)
Female Voice: You better ask somebody, if you talk.
(repeat 4x)