(ABK) My neighborhoods full of drama, killas and representing by throwing em up With a quick hi, hello, or down baby Even the cops know the that its all time crazy Its alright cause its home 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 gotta Im a native in the city of Detroit streets With a warrior that wont at ease in one hand, blunt in the other So I can just get and swing at motherfuckers how it is, I protect my shit On my front porch serving up free fat So and see me if you down to hang But you visit in the mix you cant be acting strange
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(Boondox) H-double in the double 7-0 is where you finding me With that porch living got that lawn chair high But dont mistake this for a reason to try Cause its a reason to die, we straight country folk Them dirt junkies know them country folk slangin Got that hard, that soft, that prescription for your My homies got them backwoods credentials Two 4 door chevies, ones on blocks, the pumped out Bad ass kids leaving folks punked out Trailer park cooking serving up ass City folks cars swerving when them walk past Because them booties got em hypnotized Spending college just to grip them thighs My neighborhood to some seem worlds away But this is 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 through you if you dont (Female) My (ABK) Can defeat all the weak and up the strong (Female) My (Boondox) Is on some shit like you aint seen (Female) My (Boondox) Red dirt full of thugs and fiends (Female) My (Boondox) Country fucking aint never heard of no blocks (Female) My (Boondox) Is so far out, bother calling no cop
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