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City!
This is for all big money makin niggaz in detroit.
I know ya' ridin high boy, i ya' ridin high.
I might skate through my city 500 dry, just gotta fresh fade the barber shop.
Gonna pick up my nigga we gonna hit the strip, got the just incase we trip.
Might get a lil' drunk smoke some weed, and fuck with some hoes thats all we need.
I'ma' real ass nigga that neva' fake, if you feel me nigga pump yo' break.
See i made this shit fo' them niggaz who roll, like Tony out control.
From the D-E-R-T-R-O-I-T can't no nigga out 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 only out doin', titty bar bitches is the i'm screwin'.
Why? cause all my niggaz did they addicted ta' sellin Yayo and hey hoe.
If you don't i think you better go axe somebody bout' a real nigga hoe YO!

Bitch! you axe somebody! (bitch you betta' axe somebody)
Cause i don't just talk! (i don't just 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, 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 fall of the best Robbey and I, now niggaz in my city like do or die.
All i do is smoke weed and these hoes, have 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 about no 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 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 make me real trife, i bring 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 don't just baby, thats right)
(repeat)
Voice: You better ask somebody, if you talk.
(repeat 4x)