(ABK) My neighborhoods full of drama, and thugs representing by throwing em up With a quick hi, hello, or down baby Even the cops know the blocks that its all time Its cause its home sweet hood Even though of us is up to no good You gotta it when you born and raised In full of problems that you gotta face Im a in the city of these Detroit streets With a warrior mentality that wont at in one hand, blunt in the other So I can just get and swing at motherfuckers Thats how it is, I protect my On my front porch serving up fat lips So come and see me if you to hang But when you visit in the mix you 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 lifestyle for a to try Cause its a reason to die, we country folk bangin Them dirt road junkies know them country slangin Got that hard, that soft, that for your mentals My neighborhood got them backwoods credentials Two 4 door chevies, ones on blocks, the pumped out Bad ass kids grown folks punked out Trailer cooking serving up that ass City folks cars swerving when them hoes past Because them cornbread got em hypnotized Spending college tuitions to grip them thighs My to some might 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 belong (Female) My (ABK) Can defeat all the and build up the strong (Female) My (Boondox) Is on some shit you aint never seen (Female) My (Boondox) Red roads full of thugs and fiends (Female) My (Boondox) Country mouths aint never heard of no blocks (Female) My (Boondox) Is so far out, dont calling no cop
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