(ABK) My neighborhoods of drama, killas and thugs Everybodys representing by em up With a hi, hello, or beat down baby Even the know the blocks that its all time crazy Its alright cause its home hood Even half 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 of these Detroit streets With a warrior that wont at ease Tomahawk in one hand, in the other So I can just get high and at motherfuckers Thats how it is, I protect my On my front porch up free fat lips So and see me if you down to hang But when you visit in the mix you be acting strange
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(Boondox) H-double o-d-c-o-v in the double 7-0 is you finding me With that front porch living got that chair high But dont mistake lifestyle for a reason to try Cause its a reason to die, we straight country bangin Them dirt road junkies know them folk slangin Got that hard, soft, that prescription for your mentals My neighborhood homies got them credentials Two 4 chevies, ones on blocks, the other pumped out Bad ass kids grown folks punked out park cooking serving up that ass City folks cars swerving when them walk past Because them cornbread got em hypnotized Spending college tuitions just to them 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 cause we like it way (Female) My (ABK) Is a place the gangstas play (Female) My (ABK) Can see through you if you dont belong (Female) My (ABK) Can all the weak and build up the strong (Female) My (Boondox) Is on shit like you aint never seen (Female) My (Boondox) Red dirt roads full of and fiends (Female) My (Boondox) Country fucking aint never heard of no blocks (Female) My (Boondox) Is so far out, dont bother no cop
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