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City!
This is for all them big money makin in detroit.
I know ya' ridin high boy, i know ya' high.
I might skate through my city 500 dry, just gotta fresh from the barber shop.
Gonna up my nigga we gonna hit the strip, got the 3-5-7 just incase we trip.
Might get a drunk might smoke some 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 shit 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?) a jail cell, post bail, Esham gettin paid who you gonna tell.
Wit' punk 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? cause all my niggaz did they addicted ta' sellin and yellin' hey hoe.
If you don't know i you better go axe somebody bout' a real nigga hoe YO!

Bitch! you axe somebody! (bitch you betta' axe somebody)
Cause i just talk! (i don't just talk baby, thats right)
(repeat)
I don't just talk when it comes to my (snouts?)
Cause i wuz slangin' way before all them rappers.
On The coner sellin dimes, FUCK the ryhmes young nigga up through them hard times.
I'ma' seven mile ride, beers glidin big bluntin' no picture in if ya' frame.
The fall of the best friends 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.
about no buisnes you all about bullshit.
Get yo' shit together, stop ridin' on the next niggaz dick and lovin tricks.
It all started as a toddler, .45 bullet to the foot step follower.
Slang' an oz. niggaz wanna' know me bitches wanna know my bidness ya' nosey.
I'm thinkin how can i come up on the 8 feet, i let the money get chance to get away from me.
Street polaticin', hood rat stickin, Call 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)
i don't just talk! (i don't just talk baby, thats right)
(repeat)
Female You better ask somebody, if you talk.
(repeat 4x)