[Esham]
Stay true to ya city
Ain't it a pity when they flip?
Comin' from Detroit
But they all on another city dick
But I ain't goin' out like that
'Cause Detroit city is where it's at
Mothafuckas get on and get strong
Comin' from the D-Town
But when they get out they say
"See ya 'round"
Flip-flop, hip-hop
Tell me how ya livin'
My city gave to you
Tell me what you givin' to my city
Mothafuck the radio and mix the show
All they can do for me is suck a n***a dick, yo
Tell me what's up with that
Matter fact grab my nutsack
N***as can't fuck with that
I got the funk, I got the funk
The mothafuckin' funk
I got the mothafuckin' funk
Headhunter finna hunt down heads
Redrum mothafucka 'cause I want yo ass dead
Now ain't that a pity?
My attitude's shitty
I chopped off a gangsta bitch titty
Fuck Eliot Ness, I'm down with Frank Nitty
Uh to the diddy diddy
And stayin true to my city
[Mastamind]
They got my attitude kinda shitty
Skipped to anotha city
Lookin' for pity
You gets none of that shit called love
From a n***a that hates ya
Boo-yah! I gotta waste ya
Down in Detroit
Home of that Reel Life sound
Stay yo ass out my stompin' grounds
Born and raised, but ya raised up
Gotta go, gotta go, so let a hoe be a hoe
Let him roll with the punches let him get smacked
Runaway rapper man, never come back
Puttin' pain on your brain 'til your brain's numb
Forgot who you was, forgot where you came from
Punk, I'm from the home of the brave
You skip town like a runaway slave
Gotta make your shit sell, so you sell your soul 'n shit
Crossed over and missed
I go back to back
Where the hoe? Where the bitch n***a like that?
Gotta keep his shit phat
I'm from the place where it's at
Mo' cracks, mo' jacks
Mo' blacks, mo' facts
Back to back
I stay true to my city
[TNT]
Much love for my city
My city got love for me
Ain't no way in the world I'mma sell out, G
Like a bitch I know
Who crossed over, flip-flopped
Tried to come home and got her ass dropped
Ain't no shame, ain't no shame to the shit I kick
Got lost in the fog and jumped on another city dick
Dick sucka, mothafucka, case closed
True to the game, true to my city, hoes
Mo' funk, Motown
Dead bodies in my trunk and they bump like Pony Down
I get around like 2 Pac
See the fake mothafuckas every day on the Jukebox
But ya never see me on the TV
A real-ass n***a comin straight from the D, TNT
Showin' no mercy, showin' no pity
And stayin' true to my city