Detroit 101-Esham/Mastamind

Detroit Yo, 313 Detroit 101 D-E-T Detroit, Detroit 101 [Esham] It's all about b**ches, hoes, fat bank rolls The DTS Caddy with the fresh set of Vogues Spinnin' on blades, forever stayed paid, true Plus I'm d**e like your hoe sniff a Quaalude And put the 'Smack Down' on any b**ch out here like 'The Rock' Not like the wrestler, but the ki off the block Straight off the East Side where they murder cops My pistol's in the air goin' pop, pop, pop I'm killin' anything that's 'Shady' Bitin' my style? Pay me And even in stereo you still couldn't play me Crack baby, 313, D-E-T B**ches pop they p**sy at night for they fee All type-a trickin' and freakin', ain't sh*t free ''cause f**kin' off ya skrill wit' these hoes can cost me up in (Chorus) Detroit, what? Detroit, what? Detroit (Detroit, Detroit) muthaf**ka! [2x] [Esham] In Detroit, never leave ya house without a gun I don't give a f**k if you're gettin' ya hair done Pickin' up ya daughter or droppin' off ya son ''cause criminals got bullets and dyin' to share some When ya ridin', gotta watch what street you turn down You might look around and everything is burnt down On fire, street lights broken The hustlas don't kill on guys the fiend's smokin' While the players play 247 parley Still gets f**ked up like Bob Marley (Like Bob Marley) [4x] [Mastamind talking] Uh, blaze one for the wicket Learn about some sh*t [Mastamind] I'm just a D-E-T P-I-M-P While you at home 'sleep I'm out on them streets City slicker b**ch, I'm the ni**a with sh*t That'll rip through ya body, so quit