k**a-kc - In Tha 313 - Feat. J-murda lyrics

"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.