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