(ABK) My full of drama, killas and thugs Everybodys by throwing em up a quick hi, hello, or beat down baby Even the cops know the blocks that its all time Its alright cause its sweet hood Even though half of us is up to no You gotta love it when you and raised In place full of problems you gotta face Im a in the city of these Detroit streets With a warrior mentality that at ease Tomahawk in one hand, in the other So I can just get 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 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 front porch living got that lawn high But dont mistake lifestyle for a reason to try its a reason to die, we straight country folk bangin Them dirt road junkies them country folk slangin Got that hard, that soft, that prescription for your My neighborhood homies got them backwoods Two 4 door chevies, ones on blocks, the pumped out Bad ass kids leaving folks punked out park cooking serving up that ass City folks swerving when them hoes walk past them cornbread booties got em hypnotized Spending college just to grip them thighs My neighborhood to some 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 through you if you dont belong (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 roads full of thugs and fiends (Female) My (Boondox) Country fucking mouths aint never heard of no (Female) My (Boondox) Is so far out, dont bother no cop
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