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City!
This is for all them big money makin in detroit.
I know ya' ridin boy, i know ya' ridin high.
I might skate through my city 500 dry, just gotta fresh fade the barber shop.
Gonna pick up my we gonna 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.
I'ma' ass nigga that neva' fake, if you feel like me nigga pump yo' break.
See i made this shit fo' them niggaz who roll, Tony Montana out control.
From the D-E-R-T-R-O-I-T no nigga out there fuck wit' me.
I'm gettin (mailed?) a jail cell, post bail, Esham gettin paid who you gonna tell.
cho' 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 Yayo and hey hoe.
If you don't know i think you 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 don't just baby, thats right)
(repeat)
I don't just talk when it 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 ride, beers glidin big bluntin' ain't no picture in if ya' frame.
The fall of the best friends Robbey and I, now niggaz in my city do or die.
All i do is weed and fuck these hoes, have em' waitin by the phone hopin they get chose.
All you punk ass niggas be hatin'.
Cause i'm makin this money regulatin'.
And you be ill all counterfeit.
Ain't no buisnes you all about bullshit.
Get yo' shit together, stop ridin' on the next niggaz dick and these tricks.
It all started as a toddler, .45 swallower to the foot step follower.
an oz. niggaz wanna' know me bitches wanna know my bidness cause 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 dick stickin, Call me Cernal Sanders cause i got the chicken.
Ill life wicked ways me real trife, i bring the thought up it's all about "Reel Life"

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