| Welcome to Flint Town, home of the killa
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| Dyke-ass hoes and cocaine snortin' niggas
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| This Flint, where all the money sacks is heavy
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| And niggas el fuck ya ho in the back of dey chevys
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| This is Flint dogg, don’t get caught slippin'
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| For new clothes, young hoes out here set trippin'
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| In Flint, you read about three murders a week
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| We ain’t no metropolitan city, but game runs deep
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| This is Flint dogg, 'bout an hour from the 'D
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| Niggas is murdered in this bitch constantly
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| This is Flint partna, betta hold your own
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| Cause a nigga can get you killed for a stone, or a cell phone
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| In Flint, you know its a drought
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| When ya uncle is forty-two and he workin a paper route
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| Dis Flint, it ain’t hard to tell
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| Snort anthrax bars if they come through the mail
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| In Flint, we ain’t neva' been scared to die slim
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| Cause we been there ever since they close GM
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| Welcome to Flint Town, its nuttier while
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| Niggas love to murder, executioner-style
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| Dis Flint, so meet Mr. Trigga
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| In every club we in, we holla FUCK YALL NIGGAS!
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| Dis Flint, (Flint Town), Playa it to win |
| If y’all niggas didn’t hear me
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| I’mma say at again, bitch dis Flint
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| If ya not from Flint than its like
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| Straight-up «Fuck you!»
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| I’m sayin whats up to my mother fuckin thugs (Dis Flint)
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| The others perpetrate it
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| But still we regulate it (Dis Flint)
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| If ya not from Flint than its like
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| Straight-up «Fuck you!»
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| I’m sayin whats up to my mother fuckin thugs (Dis Flint)
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| If ya not from Flint than its like
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| Straight-up «Fuck you!»
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| Flint Town, Flint Town, F-F-F-Flint Town
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| Dayton Ave up in this bitch
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| Thats where most of dees niggas raised-up
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| Fuckin' around on us el got you shot and you blazed-up
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| Welcome to my city, we cuttin' you off at the projects
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| The beefas wasn’t safe to stay in this
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| So darlin' whats next?
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| Ask me 'bout a murder down on Dayton
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| Its a blood-bath
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| The (???) Boys in ghetto clubs
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| Where niggas, they don’t laugh
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| The bitches el set you up, they do it quick as a man
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| Before you go to sleep
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| You tell dem hoes they ain’t stayin'
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| The cops el never stop until your front doors kicked in
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| The judges hold the grudges |
| 'Til your whole clique locked-in
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| The Heinckles and the Dorseys made mistakes of da pit fight
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| Law-makers never make laws for those on the crack pipe
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| The hatas, they got your back
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| They pray and play on your downfall
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| The niggas down on Wright
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| They crack your shit with an 8-ball
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| In Flint, is where da bodies and da funerals held at
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| A snitch el see your case
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| You sold a key, he go tell dat
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| So welcome to the city with no pity, cause shits real
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| And them scandelous fuckers, if its war they gettin killed
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| Locked-up in the county with some gangstas (???)
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| Now you on the news
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| You hung yourself, thats some bullshit
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| So stay away from Flint, or we’ll be shootin' you back out
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| Dem killas on the roof
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| They take your life with they macks out
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| In Flint, (Flint Town), play it to win
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| If you ain’t hear me
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| I’mma say it again, bitch dis Flint! |