[Intro: (Waajeed), T3]
(W-A-A-J-E-E-D)
Ha ha ha ha ha, yeah... yup!
It's serious, go ahead
C'mon down to Detroit
Pussy!

[Verse 1: T3]
See where I'm from, n***as will smoke you for small paper
It's dangerous in The D, beware of 7 Mile players
East don’t like the West, the West say the East is some haters
Gator haven, old school whips, chrome plated
Color-coordinated fabrics, Cartier glasses, yes!
It's the home of them dudes that's fantastic, yes!
They'll bust in your attic and start blasting
Looking for that ganj' – you better have it fast
Bitch-ass, we ask last and then smash
Pass the cops, I don't give a fuck, I'm playin'
Conscious n***as hold pistols in Detroit
This ain't Orange County, n***a, this is Detroit
And I'm a D-boy I'm building the "estroy"
Home of the Lords and the motherfucking Cheddar Boys
Hex Murderer, Trick Trick
We click-click, boom
And let the pistols clear the room, I assume
Come to my city, you better holla
Or watch out for my n***as creeping in Impalas
[Hook: T3]
We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz
You probably wouldn't get it if you come from out of town
We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz
We're getting all the paper, man, we're spreading it around
We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz
They call us Jenny Craig, the way my n***as move pounds
We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz
We shoot this fucker up and make a n***a run a mile
We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz

[Verse 2: T3]
And we roll deep, ask some motherfucker about we
We on our feet
Sorry, hardly got me acting rowdy
This is not Bacardi, but this is how we party
Probably step in the joint with some Henny and some Coke
Pardon my coat, I prolly got a nina in my coat
Gucci'ed up loafs, heads up, on my toes, I'ma go
Plus the cash that I throw, it's like it never touch the floor
It's like some roll, roll, roll...
Yeah, such a professional
The blow and the 'dro in the floor near the dresser drawer
Take us a jealous ho, dare you to touch it, though
Violence start piling, we ain't smilin'
Don't you hear them violins? Somebody must have died and
Nobody couldn't survive that moment of silence, uh
[Verse 3: Danny Brown]
Got my D fitted like Magnum PI
Keep the Big Mac on me, for you small fries
Blowing on haze, four deep in the Mercury
Y'all n***as gay like Eddie Mercury
Baby mama going down slow, Ron Burgundy
40 cal' wake n***as early like courtesy calls
Y'all on my balls like Pilate class
Shotty blast, ring of fire, like Johnny Cash
I don't eat rappers, I eat baby mamas
You at Mickey D's, while we at Benihana's
Every time you call she tell you "Low cell"
And when you call back, it's straight voicemail
'Cause she's with the G's – me and T3
SB, Nudie Jeans, you look tacky
Y'all fake like Jackie
Talkin' 'bout murder but we know you just rapping
Talking gun play, but you never made it happen
Talking 'bout work, but your never sold a capsule
Now, is it just me, or these n***as' bars gay like that one on 'Police Academy'?
Actually, these n***as just dumb
Hoes in the village when we walk through the slums
Where me and '3 from, keep a gat
So I guess that's where you at

[Hook: T3]
We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz
You probably wouldn't get it if you come from out of town
We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz
We're getting all the paper, man, we're spreading it around
We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz
They call us Jenny Craig the way my n***as move pounds
We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz
We shoot this fucker up and make a n***a run a mile
We're some D-Boyz, D-Boyz, D-Boyz
[Outro: T3]
I dare you! Come on
Yup – one, two
And we're killing this rap shit
Black Milk, Guilty Simpson – yup!
Slum Village, Elzhi – yeah
You know how we doin' this shit
Phat Kat!
One, two – Detroit