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uh, yeh
Rock is the anthem
This one is the
My Tre

Detroit up you know we hot
30 years were gators and big
on chrome, you don't stop
Detroit we hot

My flow switch go, pop like a
Shit, stop, its so hard
How times must I tell you how I do?
How many times I prove how I do?
You, get six million ways to die, one
Or, booya!
you can get one to ya
Hows about to thump, when I'm thumbin this non
Something will tear you in half and times two ya
(ooh) I think you are better then me
(no) better then me
Niggas better quit believing they then a nigga
thats merely letting breath, I dead them with ease
Now come one, you can get
If you let your get you into something
your eraser can't get you out of
I a song about it, like to hear it here it go
(ahhhhh haaaaaa) Thank you very

(Chorus)
Cause we get this up in here
We don't want no up in here
I get my money up in here
is you with me?
(ooh) better then me
(no) I don't think your better me
(ooh) Somebody better
Getcha Paper, Now Go

You see how my it glows
and I'm here to get dough
You can see my shit
And if you aint me (so?)
(How many?)
does it take for you to believe me?
(How many?)
Times do I gotta you its easy?
(How many?)
People must I run up on,
(How many?)
Bout to see the gun up
Nigga, we just get it up jumpin
Up in here but ya'll be
We can rumble anytime, ya'll talkin shit is nothin
Try to fuck nothin, but a hustler
You get gutted a blunt
Or you get smoked, or treated like a
why did you lie? Like you fittin to stop it
I'm donny ize, lottery ticket? It's in the
While I'm high, im on top
While I'm living, im survivin
I'm even able to say "while I"

(Chorus)

Detroit came up you we hot
30 years gators and big locks
600's on chrome, you don't
Detroit we hot
Young stay fly at all times
Hoes 21 and under with rides
Keep our guns by our at all times
we just fly

Whoa, pause for a second for the
Hands up for my niggas the D
A momment of silence for my (tssh)
It wont turn to till you fools
Do to me or one of my crew
We lay low like Master P and
With' high shots will put you away
You don't wanna step in front of the gun, when comin
it's like the abundance of like a hundred the numbers is
I'm a rare form, you bled warm, be dead
You prepare for me, beware all, go
Mami lookin robotic cause of the light
Hands up in the sky for the night
You can get the thighs if it goes right
The song for the job, and it goes like...

- 2X