Esham

Esham - Detroit lyrics

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"7 Mile, Gratiot, 6 Mile, 5 Mile" 





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 - bitch, you aint even from Detroit 

Fuck your rap, 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 hoe 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 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 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 

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 ass 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-ass nigga from the burbs, extra soft.
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