"7 Mile, Gratiot, 6 Mile, 5 Mile"
[J-Murda]
In Detroit, everybodys hungry, trying to hussle
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, pull or push, men got payed
In Detroit - b**h, you aint even from Detroit
f** your rap, 7 mile is where the hustlers at
In Detroit, ain't no f**ing 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 c**aine
In Detroit, don't play no hoe games they'll blow out your brains.
[k**a-Kc]
In Detroit, you can catch me on 7 mile
In Detroit, where the b**hes and n***as, they live wild
In Detroit, where you find the dope game is sh**ty
In Detroit, where the b**hes show a**holes and titties
In Detroit, where the n***as and b**hes, they build cars
In Detroit, we got hoodrats and ghetto stars
In Detroit, we ain't taking no sh** from nobody
In Detroit, we got Sammy the Bulge 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, its like that, liquor stores for the blunt and
In Detroit, we got arabs that look like Bin Ladin
In Detroit, we got b**hes and n***as that stay plottin
In Detroit, we stay rottin, forgive but not forgotten
Potatoes stay au gratin, come close and catch a hot one
[J-Murda]
In Detroit, you can be a victim of the ghetto
In Detroit, got more rock than heavy metal
In Detroit, b**hes slide down the pole bu*t-naked
In Detroit, some real and some fake it, some snake it
In Detroit, mu'f**as just hope they make it
In Detroit, I can't take it, so I just wanna break sh**
Detroit got some winners, Detroit got some losers
Detroit got the best dope-dealers and drug-abusers
And I be the rabbit-k**er, the k**er who k** 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
[Eddie-G]
In Detroit, got the fix for you n***as who broke
In Detroit, we got the weed, speed, raw, and coke
In Detroit, where the bums will rush your a**
Where the little old ladies do the hundred-yard dash
In Detroit, where the b**hes look fine as Hell
But if you slap that b**h up, you gotta go to jail
In Detroit, we got the space-age futeristic
n***a, check my statistics, my number is unlisted
In Detroit, where you got to be fly as Hell
With your attitude sh**ty like your sh** don't smell
In Detroit, aim big ya got east to west
North end to the end, and down to southwest
And don't forget the HP and small a** hamtraning
I'm talking 'bout Detroit, understand it, God damn it
And if you dont know the places I called off
You probably a weak-a** n***a from the burbs, extra soft.