Lyrics In Detroit - Esham, TNT

In Detroit

In Detroit, everybodys hungry, trying to hustle
In Detroit, nobodys got a deal with Russel
In Detroit, you’ll be lucky if your not a victim of a shooting
In Detroit, crack-head zombies still prostituting
In Detroit, where the underground rap don’t get played
On the airwaves unless, Paul or Bushman got paid
In Detroit — bitch, you ain’t even from Detroit
Fuck your rep, 7 Mile is where the hustlers at
In Detroit, ain’t no fucking freestylin, ain’t no time for that
Got twenty-fours on the eighty-four Regal and I’m grindin
Detroit, know my name, in Detroit, it’s cocaine
In Detroit, don’t play no ho games they’ll blow out your brains
In Detroit, you can catch me on 7 mile
In Detroit, where the bitches and niggas, they live wild
In Detroit, where you find the dope game is shitty
In Detroit, where the bitches show assholes and titties
In Detroit, where the niggas and bitches, they build cars
In Detroit, we got hoodrats and ghetto stars
In Detroit, we ain’t taking no shit from nobody
In Detroit, we got Sammy the Bull and John Gotti
In Detroit, we got pimps and players, hoes and macks
In Detroit, we ride Regals, Chevys, and Cadillacs
Gettin money by the stack from the rap for the crack
In Detroit, its like that, liquor stores for the blunt and
In Detroit, we got arabs that look like Bin Ladin
In Detroit, we got bitches and niggas that stay plottin
In Detroit, we stay rottin, forgive but not forgotten
Potatoes stay au gratin, come close and catch a hot one
In Detroit, you can be a victim of the ghetto
In Detroit, got more rock than heavy metal
In Detroit, bitches slide down the pole butt-naked
In Detroit, some real and some fake it, some snake it
In Detroit, mu’fuckas just hope they make it
In Detroit, I can’t take it, so I just wanna break shit
Detroit got some winners, Detroit got some losers
Detroit got the best dope-dealers and drug-abusers
And I be the rabbit-killer, the killer who kill rabbit
In Detroit they bust automatics at trailer park addicts
Across 8 mile in Detroit, you hate my style
Soopa Villain in Detroit, I’m at the top of the pile
In Detroit, got the fix for you niggas who broke
In Detroit, we got the weed, speed, raw, and coke
In Detroit, where the bums will rush your ass
Where the little old ladies do the hundred-yard dash
In Detroit, where the bitches look fine as Hell
But if you slap that bitch up, you gotta go to jail
In Detroit, we got the space-age futeristic
Nigga, check my statistics, my number is unlisted
In Detroit, where you got to be fly as Hell
With your attitude shitty like your shit don’t smell
And Detroit, ain’t big ya got East to West
North end to the end, and down to Southwest
And don’t forget the HP and small-ass Hamtramack
I’m talking 'bout Detroit, understand it, God damn it
And if you dont know the places I called off
You probably a weak-ass nigga from the burbs, extra soft