Obie Trice - Welcome To Detroit (Benzino Diss) lyrics

[Obie Trice - Welcome To Detroit Benzino Diss lyrics]

Get anybody on your roster who
Could fuck with Ray obie Trice you a busta
I don't think you wanna play
You're hurtin' yourself nigga
It's bad, it's bad for you, c'mon
Elementary school is out
It's what the fuck I'm talking about, man
Detroit City, my person, let's go, recess
Invasion
I ain't even got a fucking album out
And niggas speaking my name (Aha)

(Welcome to Detroit City, welcome
To Detroit City, yeah)
(Welcome to Detroit City, welcome
To Detroit City, yeah)

It's mitton nigga, real niggas
You walk the streets back and you
Go on and have Marshall, nigga
These ridas nigga
Holla at me, come holla at me

Bitch, I'm a Detroit hustler (Yea)
Push whips without the muffler
Loud nasty foul never flashy (Fuck that)
I meet your sister
She gon' come home changed (Ha)
I bring the freak outta that bitch
Rick James
I hold things if my brains agitated
(Uh, huh)
You, no more pain your souls graduated (Oh)
I keep pistols not 'cuz rap made it an issue
This has been official since middle school
(That's right)
You approach me wrong, I'm outliving you
(Uh, huh) i'm from Detroit where niggas
Is not feeling you (That's cool)
Slugs drilling you
Rigga morris is building you up
Pugs giving it to you, mum is ups in arms
(Oh) murder mitton
Niggas is not getting this scenes
They don't believe
Misconceived until his blood bleeds
Past tense, back then niggas had some sense
Benzino (Fuck off) your skill's not equal
I got your busta tucked right by my nuts bruv
(Haha)
I know these record sales got you in a clutch
But, why come fuck with us? And this is Shady
(Shady)
This is the label that made a nigga able
To finally stabilize loot a nigga makes
(Talk to 'em muthafucka)
What's strange to me, huh
Benzino been in the game
And know he just came
But he ain't got no more
Fame then me that's wow
Blame it on the white boy, nigga
That's your style spoke on a nigga and spoke
That bullshit another nigga won't
O's no joke that bullshit (Whow)
Hoes no potes, hoes no fashion
I see booty and it's pointing right at it
(yeah)
With rappin' it ain't happenin' fablem farth
Still to journalism
That's your art and apart from responding
I know The Source'll tell them, don't cop him
(Uh, huh) obie Trice's albums not popping
(Huh) but that's what happens when
Your dealing with gays (Uhuh)
They flip scripts, bitch
Shit just to get paid (Paid, oh)
You'se a broad
Bosten even noticed it's too late in the game
To pull a black and white card
You's the busta
Detroit don't love ya, you'll end up so
So muthafuckas
You know, see a nigga in Puerto Rico
He shake my hand talkin' about
"Obie, I got ya, i got ya"

(Welcome to Detroit City, welcome
To Detroit City, yeah)
(Welcome to Detroit City, welcome
To Detroit City, yeah)

Haha! Benzi ho, Benzedda nigga you a busta
See me when I land all over you motherfuckas
Bring you wolves haha, me and you
Mono e mono
I crush you with the 40 oz bottle nigga
Ain't ready for that shit nigga
Real over here nigga
Fuck y'all haters nigga
Get money to all my real niggas
That's what I'm talking about shady R

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