Obie Trice - Welcome To Detroit lyrics

Get anybody on your roster who could freak with Ray Obie Trice you a busta, I don't think you wanna play You're hurtin' yourself person Its bad, its bad for you, c'mon Elementary school is out It's what the freak I'm talking about, man Detroit City, my person, let's go, recess, invasion I ain't even got a f**ing album out And n***as speaking my name (Aha) (Welcome to Detroit City, welcome to Detroit City, yea) (It's mitton n***a, real n***as) You go walk the streets back and you go on and have marshall (These ridas n***a) (Welcome to Detroit City, welcome to Detroit City, yea) Holla at me, come holler at me b**h, I'm a Detroit hustler (Yea) Push whips without the muffler, loud nasty foul never flashy (f** that) I'm meet your sister, she gonna come home changed (Ha) I bring the freak outta that b**h, Rick James Hi, whole things if my brains agitated (Uh huh) You, no more pain your souls graduated (Oh) I keep pistols not 'cuz rap made it an issue This has been official since middle school (That's right You approach me wrong, I'm out living you (Uh huh) I'm from Detroit where n***as is not feeling you (That's cool) Slugs drilling you, rigga morris is building you up Pugs giving it to you, mum is ups in arms (Oh) Murder mitton, n***as is not getting this scenes They don't believe, misconceived until his blood bleeds Past tense, back then n***as had some sense Benzino Your sk**'s not equal I got your busta tucked right by my nuts bruv (Aha) I know these record sales got you in a clutch But, why come f** with us? And this is shady (Shady) This is the label that made a n***a able To finally stabilize loot a n***a makes (Talk to 'em muthaf**a) What's strange to me, Benzino been in the game And knows that he came But he ain't got no more fame then me that wow Blame it on the white boy, n***a, that's your style Spoke on a n***a and spoke that bullsh** that another n***a won't O's no joke that bullsh** (Whow) Hoes no potes, hoes no fashion I see booty and it's pointing right at it (Yea) With rap it ain't happenin' fablem farth Still to journalism, that's your art and apart from responding I know the source will tell them, don't cop him (Uh huh) Obie Trice's albums not popping (Huh) But that's what happens when your dealing with gays (Uhuh) They flip scripts, b**h, sh** just to get paid (Paid, oh) You'z a broad, Bosten even noticed it's too late in the game To pull a black and white card, you's the busta Detroit don't love ya, you'll end up so, so muthaf**as You know [unverified], see a n***a in Porterico He shake my hand like, "Obie, I got ya, I got ya" (Welcome to Detroit City, welcome to Detroit City, yea) Benzi hoa, Benzedda n***a you a busta (Welcome to Detroit City, welcome to Detroit City, yea) See me when I land all over you motherf**as Bring you wolves haha, me and you, mono e mono I crush you with the 40ouncer bottle n***a Ain't ready for that sh** n***a, real over here n***a f** y'all haters n***a, get money to all my real n***as That's what I'm talking about