[Intro]
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Yeah!
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Aye Em you ready?
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Herk, you got them thangs *****?
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You know
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Detroit City
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[Hook- Obie Trice and Eminem]
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There they go
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Those D-Town boys, carry the calico
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Whenever there's war, you gots to know
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Them boys got toys, tear down the front do'
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Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
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There they go, there they go
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[Verse 1- Obie Trice]
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You are not convincin'
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When Detroit blocks stay flocked with henchman
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*****s get popped for instance
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Infared dot for distance
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Get knocked by the cops, cop on some pension
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Straight detention, a ***** doin' tension
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Once released, he on that music business
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Been viewin' 106 in them cafeterias
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Only to find that raps actually serious
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Deliriously so its back to crack and vigilance
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Same shit to send them up in Michigan
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Us is pimpin', a difference from any city I've visited
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Its that Detroit spirit and if we in it
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Ballin' out to the end, period
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Use O as the reference to that sentence
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The message I'm sendin', you best just pay attention
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[Hook- Obie Trice and Eminem]
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There they go
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Those D-Town boys, carry the calico
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Whenever there's war, you gots to know
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Them boys got toys, tear down the front do'
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Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
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There they go, there they go
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[Verse 2- Big Herk]
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If you don't like how I act then blow me
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I don't really give a shit, I represent the real cats who know me
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Man what's up with that scratch you owe me
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Now run my chips before we fall out like Shaq and Kobe
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Big Herk on a track with Obie
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When you come to the D, its cut throat, better be packin' homie
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And *****s get they shit split for actin' phony
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We're known for the glocks and the choppers
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These *****s will rob you, leave you standin' in ya socks and ya boxers
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We got real g's and lots of imposters
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I smoke the real trees, see I cop from the rosters
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Ya'll *****s ain't impress me yet
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Ya'll yappin', not rappin', turn that shit off and press eject
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See we known for the car shows, runnin' from the narcos
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Keep them bottles comin', we gon' pop 'em till the bar close
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[Hook- Obie Trice and Eminem]
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There they go
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Those D-Town boys, carry the calico
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Whenever there's war, you gots to know
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Them boys got toys, tear down the front do'
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Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
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There they go, there they go
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[Verse 3- Eminem]
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Meat cleaver, leave a gash in a bitches ass
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She had dreams of being an R&B singer
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Diva, leave her face cut up from the waist
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Of me, what a waste of a pretty face
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And this place ain't just safe, its just straight gangster
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It ain't just New York or LA that bangs no more
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There's latin cown kings here, southside folk
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Eastside them gangs and nothin' but gang lands and
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Spray paint cans and when that van rolls up, man they ain't glancin'
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That window rolls down and that trey .8's dancin'
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And them shooters don't miss homie, man they hate chancin'
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Its straight for the dome and its vacate fast and
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Get the fuck outta dodge 'fore that blue dodge flashin'
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Red and blue lights, no ambulance you got flattened
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And this was not supposed to be no Detroit anthem
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But just so you know if you see them D-Boyz passin'
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[Hook- Obie Trice and Eminem]
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There they go
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Those D-Town boys, carry the calico
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Whenever there's war, you gots to know
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Them boys got toys, tear down the front do'
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Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
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There they go, there they go
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There They Go
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Obie Trice |