Bitch, you can straight up eat a mothafuckin' dick! I'm lookin' at the
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mothafuckin' frontline. I see Violent J....Anybody Killa...and that mothafuckin'
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dead homie, BLAZE!! See, we represent a mothafuckin' hatchet on the daily. WORLD
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WIDE BABY!! But for this moment in time, we wanna give up props to D-Town
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(DETROIT!!!)
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Straight outta Detroit, crazy mothafucka named Blaze
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Back from the dead, tell my story on the front page
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With a jacket
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I got a Mack-10
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Squeeze the trigger off for criminals and axes
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Which wanna y'alls wanna fuck with me?
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The police are gonna have to come and get me
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We stompin' yo ass, bitch I ain't goin' out
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All you suckas, ain't nobody showin' out
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Niggas wanna set trip
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Try and talk shit
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Cold cock yo' ass and leave you with yo' wigsplit
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Goin' off on any bitch like that
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With a gat
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That's pointed at yo' dome!
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So give it up sucka
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I'm down with Anybody, "Drive-By, muthafucka!!"
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He's a murderer, best keep yo' distance
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Down with the Family, like Charles Manson
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Crook throwaway is a mothafuckin' tool
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Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool
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Me and you can go, join the show, maybe
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On the corner, strapped, slangin' rocks daily
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And turned weekly, monthly, and yearly
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All the thugs in the hood represent me
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Cuz I'm down with a capital D-E-T
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Bitch, you can't fuck with me!
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When I'm in yo' neighborhood, you better duck
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Ya Dead Homie, still crazy as fuck
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Mashin' on you bitches, I think you get the point
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Eastside, mothafucka, comin' straight outta Detroit
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"Yo, Anybody, tell em' where you from!"
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Straight outta Detroit, the name is Anybody Killa
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Every bitch I choke, yo, my rep gets bigga
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I'm a thug muthafucka, and you know this
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But you playa hatin' bitches better never ever show this
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I don't give a fuck, I make my cheese
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Middle finger in the air screamin' "Fuck the police!"
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Straight servin', we call a cop car, jack it
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Run your donuts, your guns, and your badges
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Shoot a muthafucka in a minute
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For some hood rat pussy and go up in it
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So if you at a show
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In the front row
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I'ma call you a bitch if yo' ass ain't a juggalo
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Bitches gettin' mad, bitches ain't shit
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Bitches and hoes can eat a muthafuckin' dick
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I'm a crazy muthafucka from the streets
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With them thug ass lyrics and them thug ass beats
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Anybody controls the automatic
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So any punk muthafucka that start static
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With my dead homie, or by myself
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Everytime, I pull the AK off the shelf
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Security is maximum and that's a law
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K-I-double-L-A, I'm raw
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Bitch, I'm a muthafuckin' villan
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Stand in my way and you're witnessin' the killin'
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Creepin' up without a clue
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And once you in the scope, yo' ass is through
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So bitch, you better get a grip
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Cuz Anybody Killa's on a gangsta tip
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Straight outta Detroit!
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"J is his name and the boy's comin'..."
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Straight outta Detroit!
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Is it nut that I'm cut
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Like whut?
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And make your sister eat butt
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Dangerous
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A thug claimin' Southwest
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I'll leave an axe hangin' outta yo' chest
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See I don't give a fuck, that's the problem
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I see a muthafuckin' cop, I'ma stop him
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Play it smart and ask for directions
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And then shank him in the fuckin' midsection
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To me, it's kinda funny, this Prozac
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I don't know where the fuck I'm goin' or where the fuck I'm at
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I'm just rollin', lookin' for some ecstasy
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So I can get high and fuck this bitch next to me
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Ruthless...is the label that's floppin'
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But the hatchetman be choppin'
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Cuz it really don't matter bout me
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It's all Anybody Killa and Blaze Ya Dead Homie
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Feel a little gust of wind and you're dead
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Cuz an axe just severed yo' head
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And what about the bitch that got shot?
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She gave me herpes so I shot her in the back
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This be an autobiography
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Of Blaze, he's dead and gone, but ain't lonely
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Dark Lotus will slaughter your mother
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And slap your brother
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Straight outta Detroit!
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"Oh my God!"
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"Oh my...Oh my God!"
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"Oh my...Oh my God!"
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"Oh my God!"
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Str8 Outta Detroit (featuring Violent J & Anybody Killa)
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Blaze Ya Dead Homie |