(ABK) My neighborhoods full of drama, and thugs Everybodys representing by em up With a quick hi, hello, or down 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 gotta love it when you born and In place full of problems that you face Im a in the city of these Detroit streets a warrior mentality that wont at ease Tomahawk in one hand, blunt in the 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 and see me if you down to hang But when you visit in the mix you cant be acting
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(Boondox) H-double o-d-c-o-v in the double 7-0 is where you me With front porch living got that lawn chair high But dont this lifestyle for a reason to try Cause its a reason to die, we straight country folk Them dirt road know them country folk slangin Got that hard, soft, that prescription for your mentals My neighborhood homies got them backwoods Two 4 chevies, ones on blocks, the other pumped out Bad ass kids leaving grown folks out Trailer park serving up that ass City folks cars swerving them hoes walk past Because them booties got em hypnotized Spending college tuitions just to grip them My neighborhood to some might seem away But is where 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 where the play (Female) My (ABK) Can see through you if you dont belong (Female) My (ABK) Can defeat all the weak and build up the (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 mouths aint never heard of no (Female) My (Boondox) Is so far out, dont calling no cop
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