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See i'ma Detroit G, sure enough
I ain't never had a love that wasn't tough
But I ain't never been loved this much
So can you come and show
phony
Telling war stories only the soldiers should know about
You will not impress these bitches by running at the mouth
Young niggas, never learn
Yea
Abson
Don't forget a period behind that too
You know
You already know what it is
You know?
See?
Look
Uh
Bad boy
Call me Detroit
Hustle every day
Retro you know they done fucked up
Right
They fucked the fuck up
They done let us meet up in Cali man
Don't do dat
Don't do dat
Detroit in this bitch
I'm talking Coke Boy money, it's money you never seen
Nigga the drug money, we get it by any means
I turned one brick to a three, we flip it to 16
at the park drinkin' 40's last week
Did a drive-by on some niggas in a Jeep
He shot up Heroin and P.C.P.
Some niggas from a clique called L.S.D.
These
"People often wonder how two
Serial killers from Detroit
They call themselves the Insane Clown Posse
Became so rich and famous"
"Now you see here
strong song'll knock your
Head like bong bong
ICP and Cold 187, combo made in heaven
Where do we go from here? Well
To the top we headed
Not some pop shit,
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
Detroit all the way back to the Brooklyn Bridge
Black bats and axe the crime rhyme spit in my max
Spinning my wax
I'm feeling one time
Blow your mind,
Detroit all the way back to the Brooklyn Bridge
Black bats and axe the crime rhyme spit in my max
Spinning my wax
I'm feeling one time
Blow your mind,
shots on dat drum
Said they want me but I ain't scared, we go to war where I'm from
Most of my niggas up in jail and half got killed by a gun
187 we be
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
an onion
Exotic glee, I get defined by my murder, I'm going in (187)
I lost my dog about this shit I'ma step until the day I end (I mean it)
This shit
birthday suit
Last but not least, drive inside a farm or couch
Chillin by the barn and dump her where the heffers squirt their poop
You got it?
Holy
Ha, Lyrical 1-8-7 the Terror
Presidential affiliation, G.I.N. what it do ha
[Chorus: x2]
I ain't never gon change my ways
I'm still gon put it
Ha, Lyrical 1-8-7 the Terror
Presidential affiliation, G.I.N. what it do ha
[Chorus: x2]
I ain't never gon change my ways
I'm still gon put it
move my arms
Ran my bands up, copped a foreign
I got the bando jumpin' like Jordan
I do them random bitches for fun
I'm smokin' loud these days by
By great luck that no one was struck inside their homes
Breaking news tonight from Detroit's east side
Police have returned to the scene where they
And doing a good job
And rippin' up the pavement with 'nuff shit
Aww shit!!
I think I jumped into a maze
And now I'm being surrounded by dead niggaz
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
There once was a kid by the name of Dave
Who stayed in the mix and never ever obeyed
He paid no attention to the shit
That was taught to him
Always
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