A thug changes, and love changes and best friends become strangers A thug changes, and love changes (yo, uh)
Can it be, that i stayed away for too long? Did i leave your mind when i was gone? Baby ain't no need to pretend I aint actin live I'm like a young-ass Michael from the Jackson Five (HEE HEEE) But you don't feel me, the industry for years been trying to kill me Me and my niggas stay in the cracks like roaches Always runnin from the Raids when the cops approaches Man my style is just too ferocious Been spitting potent dope for years, that's why I overdoses Now I'm gonna tell you how it all began Before Eminem Before all of them I'm a tell you how they tried to play me How my city betrayed me, made me fuckin go crazy Made me carry the AK in the back with my base
This worlds so cold I'm a let you know You can't get away with tryin to steal my flow
In eighty-eight I set up shop before detroit had shock Kid Rock never rode a bike down my block Remember Homie the Clown? And thats about the time ICP put it down Detroits most wanted, K-Ice and Maistro and Smiley I was at the Disk, spendin' bank with Gregg Riley Even though we was movin units every day Still gots no love or radio play Maybe because I won't pay payola Known in the streets for moving yoca cola Me and my brother, trying to get up out the ghetto Take care of my mother, cause I love her It was no hip hop shops or freestyle battles Only a city full of snakes that rattle Remember "Sugar is sugar and salt is salt" If they didnt sell records, its not my fault I used to watch the scene with Natt Morris I dedicate this to Detroit, now I'm a sing the chorus
So high you cant get over it So high you cant get over it So low thats why i'm holding it So low thats why i'm holding it
Boss up A real soldier learn to take orders So his game is still pulled through in the fourth quarter I know you cant believe that you've all been decieved Its like a girl sayin her hairs real but its a weave Feminem is a style She-twelve is an age She lives across 8 mile, but still can get gauged Kill the fetus, please believe this, word to Jesus I got niggas with the blowoff in they freezers Facts is facts and fictions fictions If you cant take the heat stay up out the kitchen I remember droppin Hellter Skkkelter Before Devils Night, I could of burned down the shelter We was bumpin Awesome Dre Representing Detroit way before you meant Dr. Gay All my underground niggas up at c Notes Open mic spitting wicket shit that we wrote There wasn't no East to West Coast Just Awol, Rap Mafia, DJ Eazy B and Los.
This worlds so cold I'm a let you know You can't get away with trying to steal my flow Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
