(ABK) My neighborhoods of drama, killas and thugs Everybodys by throwing em up With a quick hi, hello, or beat down Even the cops know the blocks that its all time Its alright its home sweet hood Even though of us is up to no good You love 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 mentality that wont at ease in one hand, blunt in the other So I can get high and swing 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 in the mix you cant be acting strange
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(Boondox) H-double o-d-c-o-v in the double 7-0 is where you me With that front living got that lawn chair high But dont mistake this for a reason to try Cause its a to die, we straight country folk bangin Them dirt road junkies know them country folk Got that hard, soft, that prescription for your mentals My neighborhood homies got backwoods credentials Two 4 door chevies, ones on blocks, the other out Bad ass kids leaving grown punked out Trailer park serving up that ass City folks cars swerving when hoes walk past them cornbread booties got em hypnotized Spending tuitions just to grip them thighs My neighborhood to some might 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 where the play (Female) My (ABK) Can see right through you if you 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 dirt full of thugs and fiends (Female) My (Boondox) Country fucking mouths never heard of no blocks (Female) My (Boondox) Is so far out, bother calling no cop
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