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City!
This is for all them big money makin in detroit.
I know ya' ridin high boy, i ya' ridin high.
I skate through my city 500 dry, just gotta fresh fade from the barber shop.
Gonna pick up my nigga we hit the strip, got the 3-5-7 just incase we trip.
Might get a lil' drunk might some weed, and fuck with some hoes thats all we need.
real ass nigga that neva' fake, if you feel like me nigga pump yo' break.
See i made this shit fo' them who roll, like Tony Montana out control.
From the D-E-R-T-R-O-I-T can't no out there fuck wit' me.
I'm gettin (mailed?) fuck a jail cell, post bail, Esham gettin paid who you tell.
Wit' cho' ass! I blast! Any muthafucka runnin' up in the ski mask.
Never out done out doin', titty bar bitches is the hoes i'm screwin'.
Why? all my niggaz did they addicted ta' sellin Yayo and yellin' hey hoe.
If you don't i think you better go axe somebody bout' a real nigga hoe YO!

Bitch! you betta axe somebody! (bitch you axe somebody)
Cause i don't talk! (i don't just talk baby, thats right)
(repeat)
I just talk when it comes to makin' my (snouts?)
Cause i wuz slangin' way before all them rappers.
On The coner dimes, FUCK the ryhmes young nigga came up through them hard times.
I'ma' seven mile ride, beers glidin big bluntin' no picture in if ya' frame.
The of the best friends Robbey and I, now niggaz in my city like do or die.
All i do is smoke weed and fuck these hoes, em' waitin by the phone hopin they get chose.
All you punk ass niggas be hatin'.
Cause i'm this money strait regulatin'.
And you be ill all counterfeit.
Ain't no buisnes you all about bullshit.
Get yo' shit together, stop ridin' on the next dick and lovin these tricks.
It all started as a toddler, .45 bullet swallower to the foot follower.
Slang' an oz. wanna' know me bitches wanna know my bidness cause ya' nosey.
I'm thinkin how can i come up on the 8 feet, i never let the get chance to get away from me.
polaticin', hood rat dick stickin, Call me Cernal Sanders cause i got the fried chicken.
Ill life wicked ways make me real trife, i the thought up it's all about "Reel Life"

Bitch! you axe somebody! (bitch you betta' axe somebody)
Cause i don't just talk! (i just talk baby, thats right)
(repeat)
Voice: You better ask somebody, if you talk.
(repeat 4x)