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City!
This is for all them big money makin in detroit.
I know ya' high boy, i know ya' ridin high.
I might skate through my city 500 dry, just gotta fresh fade from the shop.
Gonna pick up my nigga we gonna hit the strip, got the just incase we trip.
Might get a lil' drunk might smoke weed, and fuck with some hoes thats all we need.
I'ma' ass nigga that neva' fake, if you feel like me nigga pump yo' break.
See i made this fo' them niggaz 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, bail, Esham gettin paid who you gonna tell.
Wit' punk ass! I blast! Any muthafucka runnin' up in the ski mask.
Never out only out doin', titty bar bitches is the hoes i'm screwin'.
Why? cause all my did they addicted ta' sellin Yayo and yellin' hey hoe.
If you don't know i you better go axe somebody bout' a real nigga hoe YO!

Bitch! you betta axe somebody! (bitch you axe somebody)
Cause i don't just talk! (i just talk baby, thats right)
(repeat)
I don't talk when it comes to makin' my (snouts?)
Cause i wuz slangin' rocks way all them rappers.
On The coner sellin dimes, FUCK the young nigga came up through them hard times.
I'ma' seven mile ride, beers glidin big ain't 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 be player hatin'.
Cause i'm makin this strait regulatin'.
And you be ill all counterfeit.
Ain't no buisnes you all about bullshit.
Get yo' together, stop ridin' on the next niggaz dick and lovin these tricks.
It all started as a toddler, .45 bullet swallower to the foot follower.
Slang' an oz. niggaz know me bitches wanna know my bidness cause ya' nosey.
I'm thinkin how can i up on the 8 feet, i never let the money get chance to get away from me.
Street polaticin', hood rat dick stickin, me Cernal Sanders cause i got the fried chicken.
Ill life wicked ways make me real trife, i bring the up it's all about "Reel Life"

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