STR8 Outta Detroit

(专辑： 1 Less G In The Hood - 2000)

Bitch, you can straight up eat a mothafucking dick! I'm looking at the mothafucking frontline.
I see Violent J....Anybody Killa...and that mothafucking dead homie, BLAZE!!
See, we represent a mothafucking hatchet on the daily.
WORLD WIDE BABY!! But for this moment in time, we wanna give up props to D-Town (DETROIT!!!)

Straight outta Detroit, crazy mothafucka named Blaze
Back from the dead, tell my story on the front page
When I'm jacking
I got a Mack-10
Squeeze the trigger off for criminals and axes
Which wanna y'alls wanna fuck with me?
The police are gonna have to come and get me
We stomping yo ass, bitch I ain't going out
All you suckas, ain't nobody showing out
Niggas wanna set trip
Try and talk shit
Cold cock yo' ass and leave you with yo' wigsplit
Going off on any bitch like that
With a gat
That's pointed at yo' dome!
So give it up sucka
I'm down with Anybody, "Drive-By, muthafucka!!"
He's a murderer, best keep yo' distance
Down with the Family, like Charles Manson
Crook throwaway is a mothafucking tool
Don't make me act a mothafucking fool
Me and you can go, toe to toe, maybe
On the corner, strapped, slanging rocks daily
And turned weekly, monthly, and yearly
All the thugs in the hood represent me
Cuz I'm down with a capital D-E-T
Bitch, you can't fuck with me!
When I'm in yo' neighborhood, you better duck
Ya Dead Homie, still crazy as fuck
Mashing on you bitches, I think you get the point
Eastside, mothafucka, coming straight outta Detroit

"Yo, Anybody, tell em' where you from!"
Straight outta Detroit, the name is Anybody Killa
Every bitch I choke, yo, my rep gets bigga
I'm a thug muthafucka, and you know this
But you playa hating bitches better never ever show this
I don't give a fuck, I make my cheese
Middle finger in the air screaming "Fuck the police!"
Straight serving, we call a cop car, jack it
Run your donuts, your guns, and your badges
Shoot a muthafucka in a minute
For some hood rat pussy and go up in it
So if you at a show
In the front row
I'ma call you a bitch if yo' ass ain't a juggalo
Bitches getting mad, bitches ain't shit
Bitches and hoes can eat a muthafucking dick
I'm a crazy muthafucka from the streets
With them thug ass lyrics and them thug ass beats
Anybody controls the automatic
So any punk muthafucka that start static
With my dead homie, or by myself
Everytime, I pull the AK off the shelf
Security is maximum and that's a law
K-I-double-L-A, I'm raw
Bitch, I'm a muthafucking villan
Stand in my way and you're witnessing the killing
Creeping up without a clue
And once you in the scope, yo' ass is through
So bitch, you better get a grip
Cuz Anybody Killa's on a gangsta tip
Straight outta Detroit!

"J is his name and the boy's coming..."
Straight outta Detroit!
Is it nut that I'm cut
Like whut?
And make your sister eat butt
Dangerous
A thug claiming Southwest
I'll leave an axe hanging outta yo' chest
See I don't give a fuck, that's the problem
I see a muthafucking cop, I'ma stop him
Play it smart and ask for directions
And then shank him in the fucking midsection
To me, it's kinda funny, this Prozac
I don't know where the fuck I'm going or where the fuck I'm at
I'm just rolling, looking for some ecstasy
So I can get high and fuck this bitch next to me
Ruthless...is the label that's flopping
But the hatchetman be chopping
Cuz it really don't matter bout me
It's all Anybody Killa and Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Feel a little gust of wind and you're dead
Cuz an axe just severed yo' head
And what about the bitch that got shot?
She gave me herpes so I shot her in the back
This be an autobiography
Of Blaze, he's dead and gone, but ain't lonely
Dark Lotus will slaughter your mother
And slap your brother
Straight outta Detroit!

"Oh my God!"
"Oh my...Oh my God!"
"Oh my...Oh my God!"
"Oh my God!"