A thug changes, and love changes 

and best friends become strangers 

A thug changes, and love changes 

(yo, uh)



Can it be, that i stayed away for too long? 

Did i leave your mind when i was gone? 

Baby ain't no need to pretend I aint actin live 

I'm like a young-ass Michael from the Jackson Five (HEE HEEE) 

But you don't feel me, the industry for years been trying to kill me 

Me and my niggas stay in the cracks like roaches 

Always runnin from the Raids when the cops approaches 

Man my style is just too ferocious 

Been spitting potent dope for years, that's why I overdoses 

Now I'm gonna tell you how it all began 

Before Eminem 

Before all of them 

I'm a tell you how they tried to play me 

How my city betrayed me, made me fuckin go crazy 

Made me carry the AK in the back with my base 



This worlds so cold 

I'm a let you know 

You can't get away with tryin to steal my flow 



In eighty-eight I set up shop before detroit had shock 

Kid Rock never rode a bike down my block 

Remember Homie the Clown? 

And thats about the time ICP put it down 

Detroits most wanted, K-Ice and Maistro and Smiley 

I was at the Disk, spendin' bank with Gregg Riley 

Even though we was movin units every day 

Still gots no love or radio play 

Maybe because I won't pay payola 

Known in the streets for moving yoca cola 

Me and my brother, trying to get up out the ghetto 

Take care of my mother, cause I love her 

It was no hip hop shops or freestyle battles 

Only a city full of snakes that rattle 

Remember "Sugar is sugar and salt is salt" 

If they didnt sell records, its not my fault 

I used to watch the scene with Natt Morris 

I dedicate this to Detroit, now I'm a sing the chorus 



So high you cant get over it 

So high you cant get over it 

So low thats why i'm holding it 

So low thats why i'm holding it 



Boss up 

A real soldier learn to take orders 

So his game is still pulled through in the fourth quarter 

I know you cant believe that you've all been decieved 

Its like a girl sayin her hairs real but its a weave 

Feminem is a style 

She-twelve is an age 

She lives across 8 mile, but still can get gauged 

Kill the fetus, please believe this, word to Jesus 

I got niggas with the blowoff in they freezers 

Facts is facts and fictions fictions 

If you cant take the heat stay up out the kitchen 

I remember droppin Hellter Skkkelter 

Before Devils Night, I could of burned down the shelter 

We was bumpin Awesome Dre 

Representing Detroit way before you meant Dr. Gay 

All my underground niggas up at c Notes 

Open mic spitting wicket shit that we wrote 

There wasn't no East to West Coast 

Just Awol, Rap Mafia, DJ Eazy B and Los. 



This worlds so cold 

I'm a let you know 

You can't get away with trying to steal my flow