STR8 Outta Detroit歌词

*****, you can straight up eat a motha****in' ****! I'm lookin' at the
motha****in' frontline. I see Violent J....Anybody Killa...and that
motha****in' dead homie, BLAZE!! See, we represent a motha****in' hatchet on
the daily. WORLD WIDE BABY!! But for this moment in time, we wanna give up
props to D-Town (DETROIT!!!)
Straight outta Detroit, crazy motha****a named Blaze
Back from the dead, tell my story on the front page
When I'm jackin'
I got a Mack-10
Squeeze the trigger off for criminals and axes
Which wanna y'alls wanna **** with me?
The police are gonna have to come and get me
We stompin' yo ass, ***** I ain't goin' out
All you suckas, ain't nobody showin' out
****** wanna set trip
Try and talk ****
Cold cock yo' ass and leave you with yo' wigsplit
Goin' off on any ***** like that
With a gat
That's pointed at yo' dome!
So give it up sucka
I'm down with Anybody, "Drive-By, mutha****a!!"
He's a murderer, best keep yo' distance
Down with the Family, like Charles Manson
Crook throwaway is a motha****in' tool
Don't make me act a motha****in' fool
Me and you can go, toe to toe, maybe
On the corner, strapped, slangin' rocks daily
And turned weekly, monthly, and yearly
All the thugs in the hood represent me
'cause I'm down with a capital D-E-T
*****, you can't **** with me!
When I'm in yo' neighborhood, you better duck
Ya Dead Homie, still crazy as ****
Mashin' on you *****es, I think you get the point
Eastside, motha****a, comin' straight outta Detroit
"Yo, Anybody, tell em' where you from!"
Straight outta Detroit, the name is Anybody Killa
Every ***** I choke, yo, my rep gets bigga
I'm a thug mutha****a, and you know this
But you playa hatin' *****es better never ever show this
I don't give a ****, I make my cheese
Middle finger in the air screamin' "**** the police!"
Straight servin', we call a cop car, jack it
Run your donuts, your guns, and your badges
Shoot a mutha****a in a minute
For some hood rat ***** and go up in it
So if you at a show
In the front row
I'ma call you a ***** if yo' ass ain't a juggalo
*****es gettin' mad, *****es ain't ****
*****es and hoes can eat a mutha****in' ****
I'm a crazy mutha****a from the streets
With them thug ass lyrics and them thug ass beats
Anybody controls the automatic
So any punk mutha****a that start static
With my dead homie, or by myself
Everytime, I pull the AK off the shelf
Security is maximum and that's a law
K-I-double-L-A, I'm raw
*****, I'm a mutha****in' villan
Stand in my way and you're witnessin' the killin'
Creepin' up without a clue
And once you in the scope, yo' ass is through
So *****, you better get a grip
'cause Anybody Killa's on a gangsta tip
Straight outta Detroit!
"J is his name and the boy's comin'..."
Straight outta Detroit!
Is it nut that I'm cut
Like whut?
And make your sister eat butt
Dangerous
A thug claimin' Southwest
I'll leave an axe hangin' outta yo' chest
See I don't give a ****, that's the problem
I see a mutha****in' cop, I'ma stop him
Play it smart and ask for directions
And then shank him in the ****in' midsection
To me, it's kinda funny, this Prozac
I don't know where the **** I'm goin' or where the **** I'm at
I'm just rollin', lookin' for some ecstasy
So I can get high and **** this ***** next to me
Ruthless...is the label that's floppin'
But the hatchetman be choppin'
'cause it really don't matter bout me
It's all Anybody Killa and Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Feel a little gust of wind and you're dead
'cause an axe just severed yo' head
And what about the ***** that got shot?
She gave me herpes so I shot her in the back
This be an autobiography
Of Blaze, he's dead and gone, but ain't lonely
Dark Lotus will slaughter your mother
And slap your brother
Straight outta Detroit!
"Oh my God!"
"Oh my...Oh my God!"
"Oh my...Oh my God!"
"Oh my God!"