Soft lies on your empty face A life in you has gone away Sympathies go round and round A hand full helps it all go down Day fades away Can't stay awake
ride on my surfboard, rhyme hard But only buy the shit that I can't afford That's everything, that's why I truck big fat rings 'Cause in the motherland gold
stop Kansas City, Missouri I rock the house in East St. Louis Detroit, it's like Oakland It's a black thing, and I'm a black man To all my brothers
bear huntin' with a switch A part of my heart is gone I could never smile the same **** finger is itchy it'll take awhile to tame Detroit is hella dirty
tussle, nine shots'll bust you Pine box'll stuff you, fuck you (Fuck you) I am not the tussle, niggaz don't know me (Come on) I'm Detroit's king nigga
line pop trunk, surround, me and my partnas yeah you know we comin down, diamonds in our grill tell me how ya feel, nigga wassup yeah we got gold grill
of Detroit They are Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope The Insane Clown Posse (Boo!) And team number 2 from the East side of Detroit They are Jamie Madrox and
[Intro: Violent J] The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like
The time has come for the blood To run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each
ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015 Feinds of the wicked shit its time to get high Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by Detroits
Yeah, every morning I wake up lookin' in the mirror I am the original Black Elvis That's right, when you see me with my wig to the side Wearin' my short
it's, the Bishop Don, Magic Juan, chairman of the board Of famous playa's everywhere! Playas, playas, playas! Representin', green is for the money, gold
ya back it up They say I'm cocky, and I say What? It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up I'm from the outskirts of Detroit rock city A shirts
back to earth It's black, back to birth Bullshit, y'all talkin' 'bout Out ya mouth, I'm not concerned 'Cause y'all got the nerve It's y'all turn like Detroit
damn line pop trunk, surround me and my partnas, yeah you know we comin down diamonds in our grill tell me how ya feel nigga wassup, yeah we got gold
'm pro-drama Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas I'll come through, tuxedos on with the gold
it up They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?" It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up I'm from the outskirts of Detroit rock city A shirts, Cadillacs
