Lyrics:
poppin' shit
My passport look just like yours
I been to them continents
I said I gave back to my city
For real I sit wit' the congressmen
I been had
Dade County, nigga, mansions up in Tamarac
Never golfin' with the Trumps and I give you my word
Back to comin' out the trunk, chargin' 20 a bird
whose grammar hammers the hard shit
Into your heart with content, yo, who wanna start with?
Expert, Bad and Evil is comin' soon
MCs get stuck, head
This here journey we about to embark on
The up's and down da hills, You heard me?
Stickin out like a sore thumb comin down the block
This a 5 star
city, I just less little (Statik)
See me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Comin' from them streets where
bad
but open your eyes and take a look at the map
the whole damn things red, blood red, and looking county by county
well its basically a wash, red
Realest is my middle name my heart pump nitrogen
And I breathe fire betta stand by a hydragen
Duffle bag big enough to fit the rifle in
I'll cut yo ass
inches, I see the big picture
If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video, motherfuck city
In my city
In my city
In my city
Glitter and Gold
In my city
Jugg in the snow
In my city
The summers cold
Don't touch my money
Must be Cohones
Whip
I'm lookin' at your heart, it was in my paw
Right in my hands, I show you my plans
How I wanna get rich and feed the poor
Come home, I put my pinger
a big city called
Foot Up in Your Ass
Jeepers, weepers, peepers, get snuffed
By the sneakiest
Throughout the speakers like fisticuffs
Who the fuck is this
And I'ma pay you back
I'm in the city now, gettin' trailed around by seven 'Lacs
And them members real close with all them dirty straps
He done went too
that's my baby)
Yeah (mm-mm)
Yeah, yeah (mm-mm)
Go (mm-mm)
Yeah, yeah
Levels (yeah, yeah)
Rich-ass steppers (yeah)
She never been hit by a stepper
and your sister from the jailhouse (jailhouse)
When you died, I was doin' time, I couldn't bail out (bail out)
Sometimes my stomach be hurtin' right by my
niggas hope you had your V8s
The ten-milli tag dangling from the PH
They call it cloud city because you can't see Pharrell, but then
I can see Miami
crosshairs don't miss shit
Don't take too much for no city slick in his skinny jeans and them weird kicks
Mind you, only leave us 'lone, that's your best bet
of the loud get 'em OT
Drank by the case, took a pint to the face
Like P. Diddy, Ma$e, remix with the Codeine
Served K-roll to a lame ho, he gon' OD
Big
a dime piece
(A huge bitch)
I'm here, I'm there, elf on the shelf
Got bars by the load tucked under my belt
Tongue kissin' your bitch
Dick her down then
For the 6th figure
Won't stop til this rap city
Word to Big Tigger
You can call me by name
Or that's that nigga
That's that nigga?
Yes that nigga
Step
Uh, yeah, yeah, yo, it goes tick tock
This is for my niggaz in the bridge, blocks
Comin' through better hide your wrist watch
Because niggaz, well,
The Fat Bastard
Naughty By Nature and all the
Real thugs out there
(Who fi broke-broke an who fi rich-rich)
Keep it comin’!
(Outlaw Immortal will never
chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let
twenty years old with a big round butt
Had a girl slick like olive oil
Her father was rich and the girl was spoiled
When she got mad he blood would boil
puttin' on for the city by the bay
Bankrol from Texas, he slangin' a lexus He stay double cupped cause he love him some drank
Big 3-6-1, that's where
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