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Str8 Outta Detroit

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Str8 Outta Detroit

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Bitch, you can straight up eat a mothafuckin' dick! I'm lookin' at the

mothafuckin' frontline. I see Violent J....Anybody Killa...and that

mothafuckin' dead homie, BLAZE!! See, we represent a mothafuckin' 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 mothafucka 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 fuck with me?

The police are gonna have to come and get me

We stompin' yo ass, bitch I ain't goin' out

All you suckas, ain't nobody showin' out

Niggas wanna set trip

Try and talk shit

Cold cock yo' ass and leave you with yo' wigsplit

Goin' off on any bitch like that

With a gat

That's pointed at yo' dome!

So give it up sucka

I'm down with Anybody, "Drive-By, muthafucka!!"

He's a murderer, best keep yo' distance

Down with the Family, like Charles Manson

Crook throwaway is a mothafuckin' tool

Don't make me act a mothafuckin' 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

Cuz I'm down with a capital D-E-T

Bitch, you can't fuck with me!

When I'm in yo' neighborhood, you better duck

Ya Dead Homie, still crazy as fuck

Mashin' on you bitches, I think you get the point

Eastside, mothafucka, comin' straight outta Detroit

"Yo, Anybody, tell em' where you from!"

Straight outta Detroit, the name is Anybody Killa

Every bitch I choke, yo, my rep gets bigga

I'm a thug muthafucka, and you know this

But you playa hatin' bitches better never ever show this

I don't give a fuck, I make my cheese

Middle finger in the air screamin' "Fuck the police!"

Straight servin', we call a cop car, jack it

Run your donuts, your guns, and your badges

Shoot a muthafucka in a minute

For some hood rat pussy and go up in it

So if you at a show

In the front row

I'ma call you a bitch if yo' ass ain't a juggalo

Bitches gettin' mad, bitches ain't shit

Bitches and hoes can eat a muthafuckin' dick

I'm a crazy muthafucka from the streets

With them thug ass lyrics and them thug ass beats

Anybody controls the automatic

So any punk muthafucka 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

Bitch, I'm a muthafuckin' 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 bitch, you better get a grip

Cuz 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 fuck, that's the problem

I see a muthafuckin' cop, I'ma stop him

Play it smart and ask for directions

And then shank him in the fuckin' midsection

To me, it's kinda funny, this Prozac

I don't know where the fuck I'm goin' or where the fuck I'm at

I'm just rollin', lookin' for some ecstasy

So I can get high and fuck this bitch next to me

Ruthless...is the label that's floppin'

But the hatchetman be choppin'

Cuz 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

Cuz an axe just severed yo' head

And what about the bitch 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!"

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