(ABK) My neighborhoods full of drama, and thugs Everybodys by throwing em up With a quick hi, hello, or beat baby Even the cops know the blocks that its all crazy Its cause its home sweet hood though half of us is up to no good You love it when you born and raised In place full of problems that you face Im a native in the city of these Detroit With a warrior mentality that at ease Tomahawk in one hand, in the other So I can just get high and swing at Thats how it is, I 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 o-d-c-o-v in the double 7-0 is where you me that front porch living got that lawn chair high But dont mistake this lifestyle for a to try Cause its a reason to die, we straight country folk Them dirt road know them country folk slangin Got that hard, that soft, that prescription for your My neighborhood got them backwoods credentials Two 4 door chevies, ones on blocks, the other out Bad ass kids leaving folks punked out Trailer cooking serving up that ass City folks cars swerving when them walk past Because cornbread booties got em hypnotized Spending college tuitions just to them thighs My neighborhood to might seem worlds away But is where I stay, Red clay, G-A
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(Female) My (ABK) Is on cause we like it that way (Female) My (ABK) Is a place the gangstas play (Female) My (ABK) Can see right you if you dont belong (Female) My (ABK) Can defeat all the weak and up the strong (Female) My (Boondox) Is on shit like you aint never seen (Female) My (Boondox) Red roads full of thugs and fiends (Female) My (Boondox) Country fucking aint never heard of no blocks (Female) My (Boondox) Is so far out, dont calling no cop
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