(ABK) My neighborhoods of drama, killas and thugs Everybodys representing by em up a quick hi, hello, or beat down baby Even the know the blocks that its all time crazy Its alright cause its home hood Even though of us is up to no good You gotta love it you born and raised In place of problems that you gotta face Im a native in the city of Detroit streets a warrior mentality that wont at ease Tomahawk in one hand, in the other So I can get high and swing at motherfuckers how it is, I protect my shit On my front serving up free fat lips So come and see me if you down to But when you visit in the mix you cant be strange
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(Boondox) H-double in the double 7-0 is where you finding me With front porch living got that lawn chair high But mistake this lifestyle for a reason to try Cause its a reason to die, we country folk bangin Them dirt junkies know them country folk slangin Got that hard, soft, that prescription for your mentals My neighborhood homies got backwoods credentials Two 4 door chevies, on blocks, the other pumped out Bad ass kids leaving folks punked out Trailer park cooking serving up ass City folks cars swerving when them hoes walk Because them cornbread got em hypnotized Spending college tuitions just to grip thighs My neighborhood to might seem worlds away But this is I stay, Red clay, G-A
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(Female) My (ABK) Is on lock we like it that way (Female) My (ABK) Is a place the gangstas play (Female) My (ABK) Can see right through you if you dont (Female) My (ABK) Can defeat all the and build up the strong (Female) My (Boondox) Is on some shit like you aint seen (Female) My (Boondox) Red roads full of thugs and fiends (Female) My (Boondox) Country fucking mouths never heard of no blocks (Female) My (Boondox) Is so far out, bother calling no cop
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