Detroit City!
This is for all them big money makin niggaz 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 nigga we gonna hit the strip, got the 3-5-7 just incase we trip.
Might get a lil` drunk might smoke some weed, and fuck with some hoes thats all we need.
I`ma` real ass nigga that neva` fake, if you feel like me nigga pump yo` break.
See i made this shit fo` them niggaz who roll, like Tony Montana out control.
From the D-E-R-T-R-O-I-T can`t no nigga out there fuck wit` me.
I`m gettin (mailed?) fuck a jail cell, post bail, Esham gettin paid who you gonna tell.
Wit` cho` punk ass! I blast! Any muthafucka runnin` up in the ski mask.
Never out done only out doin`, titty bar bitches is the hoes i`m screwin`.
Why? cause all my niggaz 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 nigga hoe YO!
Chours:
Bitch! you betta axe somebody! (bitch 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, FUCK the ryhmes young nigga 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 niggaz in my city like do or die.
All i do is smoke weed and fuck these hoes, have em` waitin by the phone hopin they get chose.
All you punk ass niggas 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 bullshit.
Get yo` shit together, stop ridin` on the next niggaz dick and lovin these tricks.
It all started as a toddler, .45 bullet swallower to the foot step follower.
Slang` an oz. niggaz wanna` know me bitches 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 dick 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
Bitch! you betta axe somebody! (bitch 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)
