Lyrics:
home oh Lord I wanna go home
Now the homefolks think I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm just fine
By day I make
I'm on my murder job again in the morning
This 187 on the line I know the rapper dead
That means another record label is mourning
So you can run but you
at the wrong time
Cause by the am she'll be all mine
Click, clack
Let me stick my fuckin' nine in your hole
Let me stick my fuckin' nine in your hole, uh
Let me
I been ridin' by my lonely
Fuck a 4 deep
On me
You don't know me
You don't know me
Back the fuck up for I lash out
Man you ain't my homie
Sometimes
It's a yig-a-young nigga rollin up out the cut
Do a drive-by with the feds on my nutts.
Niggas be gettin' gatted when they step to this G
See I pull
motherfuckers
How we livin' Boss, tell 'em
Broke as a goddamn joke
Up in Detroit and once again I'm just a few short
Couple of hundred bucks, so fuck
(I said)
I be with the masked men and they all unheard of (unheard of)
187, just spent me a seven
Ayy, Christian V. steppin'
They know it's
be -D drive-by
As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why
But they don't know that I don't give a fuck
I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
be -D drive-by
As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why
But they don't know that I don't give a fuck
I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm just fine, yes they do
But by day I make the cars and by night I make the bars
If only
you hanging with killers
But you know you ain't one
Claiming your banging until
It's aiming at your face huh
Tell them It's murder 187 was the case yeah
Cruising around being a menace
What we smoking on is potent
Slinky that Reap and Goldyglocks got promethazine by the ocean
You don't wanna smoke with
the city's perfect
I put my hands up
Aw man, I'm so Detroit, I wave 'em high
I think it's time we stand up
Give these people a good reason to know why
I put
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
This your boy, Trick Trick (Trick Trick, Detroit)
I got my dawg Ice Cube in this motherfucker (Lench Mob)
I got my dawg Lil
oh how I wanna go home
Home folks think I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars by
Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars by night I sing in bars
If only they could read between
I want to go home, I want to go home,
Oh Lord, I want to go home.
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit city,
And I dreamed about those cotton
From the town of Detroit where my job is secure yeah
Secure in the fact now that it's gone for good yeah
So I'll scrimp and I'll scrape at this
Pour lean in my drink mama always say you gotta watch. 40 by my side
Pour lean in my drink mana always say you gotta watch, 40 by my side aye ain’t
nor there dawg
His first video was shot up in NY y'all
Is this nigga the king of Detroit
Or the king of gettin' his ass
Whipped and left by his boys?
(I
in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm just fine, yes they do
But by day I make the cars and by night I make the bars
If only
[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
[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
clear the smoke, and grab a fool by his throat
And don't let him go til he holla holla billygoat
Now Money Money Money B, once said to me
"187 why you
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