Lyrics:
One to the two a three a forever
Can you weather the storm or get wetta
It's not pretty, in Detroit rock city
You know how hell get gritty, hot
Detroit City!
This is for all them big money makin niggaz in detroit.
I know ya' ridin high boy, I know ya' ridin high.
I might skate through my city
to the two a three a forever
Can you weather the storm or get wetta
(Verse 1)
It's not pretty, in Detroit rock city
You know how hell get gritty, hot
poppin' in another clip
You try to scream but it don't do no good
Too many killin niggas from my hood, fool uh
Too many drive-by's no one can point or pull
to tell you, you lookin over us
Our little angel, but you know what
Brooklyn's missing you Detroit is missing you
New Orleans missing you Philly's
coffins
In top hats and tails
Fly away, little bird
Fly away, flap your wings
Fly by night
Like the early Roman kings
All the early Roman kings
In
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
Heard of a van that's loaded with weapons
Packed up and ready to go
Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway
A place where nobody knows
Heard of a van that's loaded with weapons
Packed up and ready to go
Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway
A place where nobody knows
hoe
Get up off my tip b4 I have to grab a clip
Ion wanna do it but I'll give the whole clip
187 on a mark ass Busta
I'll be the reason that ya blood
probably told
He probably froze
I'm skeptical
Don't sleep by these hoes
Do you know Dwight
I bet you he knows
I'm talking the white that be round his nose
He
keeps me groovey
Get pulled over don't panic she hide the tree by her coochie
My life's a movie go through scenes with out the camera
Digged my way
hoe
Get up off my tip before I have to grab a clip
Ion wanna do it but I’ll give the whole clip
187 On a mark ass Busta
I’ll be the reason that ya blood
Yeah.:
Juice
Homi
187
Had a Vision
Grippin Big Shit
Hittin Licks
Sweet Serendipitous
These Niggas Sherlock Holmes
I ain't know where he go
Ain't
me out
Desert on me yea you kno we can chirp it out
187 I Can just put the word out
Slide on em and you know we gon swerve out
Get the bag run it up
they don't stand by
Nigga we up like vampires
Left a nigga leaking think he need a tampon
I'm the highest ain't I'm like a ram-by
187 Meez, and he is
Benz That You Wanted Gon' Kill You By Day 4,
Who You Impressing Coz You Want That Whip Paid For?
I Can Never Get A Cheque And First Thoughts A Rollie,
I
way he truly saved
I tell them 4 words
I'm saved by grace
Cause I was really out there tryna blow just like a whistle
15 I got robbed after I robbed got
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working
Feezys
Crackers pattern themselves after the teachings of Morris Levy
But I was dubbed the greatest by the gossip
I'm King Tut to haters from this
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working
Uh, good morning
Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh
Mr. by-his-self-he-so-impressed
I mean, damn, did you even see the test
You got D's
Creeping at night ready to
Take your fucking life roll the dice
Never think twice
Killing these bitches will always suffice
1-8-7, drinking red rum
can't take it)
Fuck you starin' at, didn't know I'd be so quick ta flash,
Terrified by da way a bassilisk come out him skin so fast
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