A changes, and love changes and friends become strangers A thug changes, and changes (yo, uh)
Can it be, i stayed away for too long? Did i your mind when i was gone? ain't no need to pretend I aint actin live I'm like a young-ass Michael the Jackson Five (HEE HEEE) But you feel me, the industry for years been trying to kill me Me and my niggas stay in the cracks like Always runnin from the Raids when the 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 Before all of them I'm a tell you how they to play me How my betrayed me, made me fuckin go crazy me carry the AK in the back with my base
This worlds so I'm a let you You can't get away with tryin to steal my
In eighty-eight I set up shop detroit had shock Kid Rock never rode a bike down my Homie the Clown? And thats about the ICP put it down Detroits wanted, K-Ice and Maistro and Smiley I was at the Disk, spendin' with Gregg Riley Even we was movin units every day Still no love or radio play because I won't pay payola Known in the streets for moving cola Me and my brother, to get up out the ghetto Take of my mother, cause I love her It was no hip hop or freestyle battles a city full of snakes that rattle Remember "Sugar is and salt is salt" If they didnt sell records, its not my I used to watch the scene Natt Morris I this to Detroit, now I'm a sing the chorus
So you cant get over it So you cant get over it So low thats why i'm it So low thats why i'm it
up A soldier learn to take orders So his is still pulled through in the fourth quarter I know you cant believe that you've all been Its a girl sayin her hairs real but its a weave is a style is an age She across 8 mile, but still can get gauged Kill the fetus, please believe this, word to I got niggas with the blowoff in they is facts and fictions fictions If you take the heat stay up out the kitchen I remember droppin Hellter Before Devils Night, I could of down the shelter We was bumpin Dre Representing way before you meant Dr. Gay All my niggas up at c Notes mic spitting wicket shit that we wrote There wasn't no East to Coast Awol, Rap Mafia, DJ Eazy B and Los.
This worlds so I'm a let you You can't get away with to steal my flow