Tha Future - D-town (detroit) lyrics

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Tha Future - D-town (detroit) lyrics

Intro:Eddie-G It's all bad now man, it's all bad Cuz y'all done fu*kED up now YEA! Ha ha, new sh**, aiyyo I just want the whole world to know That I did not start this, but I will finish it Verse 1:J-Murda Comin' up, it never mattered what color you was If you could spit, then you could spit That's it, that's what it was Back when, motherf**ers was straight backpackin' Cipherin', fightin' for life in this raft For the mic to get past, and you psyched and you gasped Then you hype, cuz you last And you might whoop some a** If you lost, then you lost Shake hands like a man and you swallowed it When the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was like The only source of life Verse 2:k**a-Kc When the mics used to mean something, a four was like You were the sh**, now it's like the least you get Three and a half now just means you're a piece of sh** Four and a half or five Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino sh** I don't even think you realize You're playing with motherf**ers' lives I done watched Dre get f**ed on The Chronic Probably cuz I was on it Now you f**ed me out of my mics twice, I let it slide I said I wouldn't hold my f**in breath to get a five sh** I was right, I'da f**in died already tryin Verse 3:E.J. I swear to God, I never lie, I bet that's why You let that b**h give me that bullsh** review I sat and took it, I ain't look at the sh**, we knew You'd probably try and f** us with Obie and 50 too *Hock spit*, f** a relationship we through No more Source for street cred, them days is dead Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays' head Every issue there's an eight page Made Men spread Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head That I am not afraid of this f**in waste of lead On my pencil, for me to write some sh** this simple So listen closely, as I break it down and proceed This old G's about to get smoked like rolled weed You don't know me or my motherf**ing mother You motherf**ing punk Put me on your f**in cover just to sell your little Sell-out mag, I ain't mad, I feel bad Here's an ad, here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad You wanna talk about some sh** that you don't know about, yea? Let's talk about how you're puttin your own son out there To try to eat off him because you missed your boat You're never gonna blow,