Esham, TNT - Detroit lyrics

In Detroit, everybodys hungry
Trying to hustle
In Detroit, nobodys got a deal with Russel
In Detroit, you'll be lucky if your not
A victim of a shooting in Detroit
Crack head zombies still prostituting
In Detroit
Where the underground rap don't get played
On the airwaves unless
Paul or Bushman got paid in Detroit - bitch
You ain't even from Detroit fuck your rep
7 Mile is where the hustlers at
In Detroit, ain't no fucking freestylin
Ain't no time for that
Got twenty-fours on the eighty-four
Regal and I'm grindin
Detroit, know my name, in Detroit
It's cocaine in Detroit
Don't play no ho games they'll
Blow out your brains

In Detroit, you can catch me on 7 mile
In Detroit, where the bitches and niggas
They live wild in Detroit
Where you find the dope game is shitty
In Detroit
Where the bitches show assholes and titties
In Detroit, where the niggas and bitches
They build cars
In Detroit, we got hoodrats and ghetto stars
In Detroit
We ain't taking no shit from nobody
In Detroit
We got Sammy the Bull and John Gotti
In Detroit, we got pimps and players
Hoes and macks
In Detroit, we ride Regals, Chevys
And Cadillacs gettin money by the stack from
The rap for the crack
In Detroit, it's like that
Liquor stores for the blunt and in Detroit
We got arabs that look like Bin Ladin
In Detroit
We got bitches and niggas that stay plottin
In Detroit, we stay rottin
Forgive but not forgotten
Potatoes stay au gratin
Come close and catch a hot one

In Detroit, you can be a victim of the ghetto
In Detroit, got more rock than heavy metal
In Detroit
Bitches slide down the pole butt naked
In Detroit, some real and some fake it
Some snake it
In Detroit, mu'fuckas just hope they make it
In Detroit, I can't take it
So I just wanna break shit
Detroit got some winners
Detroit got some losers detroit got the best
Dope-dealers and drug-abusers
And I be the rabbit-killer
The killer who kill rabbit
In Detroit they bust automatics
At trailer park addicts
Across 8 mile in Detroit, you hate my style
Soopa Villain in Detroit
I'm at the top of the pile

In Detroit
Got the fix for you niggas who broke
In Detroit, we got the weed, speed, raw
And coke
In Detroit, where the bums will rush your ass
Where the little old ladies do
The hundred yard dash in Detroit
Where the bitches look fine as Hell
But, if you slap that bitch up
You gotta go to jail
In Detroit, we got the space-age futeristic
Nigga, check my statistics
My number is unlisted
In Detroit, where you got to be fly as Hell
With your attitude shitty like
Your shit don't smell
And Detroit, ain't big ya got East to West
North end to the end, and down to Southwest
And don't forget the HP
And small-ass Hamtramack
I'm talking 'bout Detroit, understand it
God damn it
And if you don't know the places I called off
You probably a weak-ass nigga from the burbs
Extra soft