A thug changes, and love and best friends become A thug changes, and love (yo, uh)
Can it be, i stayed away for too long? Did i your mind when i was gone? Baby ain't no need to pretend I aint live I'm like a young-ass Michael from the Five (HEE HEEE) But you don't feel me, the industry for years been trying to me Me and my niggas stay in the cracks like Always from the Raids when the cops approaches Man my style is just too spitting potent dope for years, that's why I overdoses Now I'm tell you how it all began Eminem Before all of I'm a you how they tried to play me How my city betrayed me, made me go crazy Made me carry the AK in the back my base
This so cold I'm a let you You can't get away with to steal my flow
In eighty-eight I set up shop before detroit had Kid Rock never a bike down my block Remember the Clown? And thats about the time ICP put it Detroits most wanted, K-Ice and Maistro and I was at the Disk, spendin' bank with Riley Even though we was movin units day gots no love or radio play Maybe I won't pay payola in the streets for moving yoca cola Me and my brother, trying to get up out the care of my mother, cause I love her It was no hip hop or freestyle battles Only a city of snakes that rattle Remember "Sugar is sugar and is salt" If they sell records, its not my fault I used to watch the with Natt Morris I dedicate this to Detroit, now I'm a sing the
So high you get over it So you cant get over it So low thats why i'm it So low why i'm holding it
up A real soldier learn to orders So his game is pulled through in the fourth quarter I know you cant that you've all been decieved Its a girl sayin her hairs real but its a weave Feminem is a is an age She across 8 mile, but still can get gauged Kill the fetus, believe this, word to Jesus I got niggas with the in they freezers Facts is facts and fictions If you take the heat stay up out the kitchen I remember droppin Skkkelter Before Night, I could of burned down the shelter We was bumpin Dre Detroit way before you meant Dr. Gay All my niggas up at c Notes Open mic spitting shit that we wrote There no East to West Coast Awol, Rap Mafia, DJ Eazy B and Los.
This so cold I'm a let you You can't get away with to steal my flow