| Stay true to ya city
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| Ain’t it a pity when they flip?
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| Comin' from Detroit
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| But they all on another city dick
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| But I ain’t goin' out like that
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| 'Cause Detroit city is where it’s at
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| Mothafuckas get on and get strong
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| Comin' from the D-Town
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| But when they get out they say
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| «See ya 'round»
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| Flip-flop, hip-hop
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| Tell me how ya livin'
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| My city gave to you
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| Tell me what you givin' to my city
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| Mothafuck the radio and mix the show
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| All they can do for me is suck a nigga dick, yo
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| Tell me what’s up with that
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| Matter fact grab my nutsack
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| Niggas can’t fuck with that
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| I got the funk, I got the funk
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| The mothafuckin' funk
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| I got the mothafuckin' funk
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| Headhunter finna hunt down heads
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| Redrum mothafucka 'cause I want yo ass dead
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| Now ain’t that a pity?
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| My attitude’s shitty
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| I chopped off a gangsta bitch titty
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| Fuck Eliot Ness, I’m down with Frank Nitty
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| Uh to the diddy diddy
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| And stayin true to my city
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| They got my attitude kinda shitty
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| Skipped to anotha city
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| Lookin' for pity
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| You gets none of that shit called love
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| From a nigga that hates ya
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| Boo-yah! |
| I gotta waste ya
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| Down in Detroit
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| Home of that Reel Life sound
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| Stay yo ass out my stompin' grounds
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| Born and raised, but ya raised up
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| Gotta go, gotta go, so let a hoe be a hoe
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| Let him roll with the punches let him get smacked
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| Runaway rapper man, never come back
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| Puttin' pain on your brain 'til your brain’s numb
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| Forgot who you was, forgot where you came from
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| Punk, I’m from the home of the brave
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| You skip town like a runaway slave
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| Gotta make your shit sell, so you sell your soul 'n shit
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| Crossed over and missed
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| I go back to back
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| Where the hoe? |
| Where the bitch nigga like that?
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| Gotta keep his shit phat
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| I’m from the place where it’s at
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| Mo' cracks, mo' jacks
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| Mo' blacks, mo' facts
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| Back to back
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| I stay true to my city
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| Much love for my city
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| My city got love for me
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| Ain’t no way in the world I’mma sell out, G
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| Like a bitch I know
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| Who crossed over, flip-flopped
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| Tried to come home and got her ass dropped
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| Ain’t no shame, ain’t no shame to the shit I kick
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| Got lost in the fog and jumped on another city dick
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| Dick sucka, mothafucka, case closed
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| True to the game, true to my city, hoes
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| Mo' funk, Motown
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| Dead bodies in my trunk and they bump like Pony Down
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| I get around like 2 Pac
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| See the fake mothafuckas every day on the Jukebox
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| But ya never see me on the TV
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| A real-ass nigga comin straight from the D, TNT
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| Showin' no mercy, showin' no pity
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| And stayin' true to my city |