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shady records - detroit vs everybody (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
don’t you ever forget. don’t you ever take sides with anyone against the family. do you hear me? ever

[chorus: dej loaf]
tell ’em if they want it, they can come get that (static)
i swear i love my city, i just want a little (static)
see me, they salute me, they ain’t ready for that (static)
detroit vs. everybody

[verse 1: trick trick]
what up doe, everybody? i’m detroit
so it’s me vs. everybody if you ain’t detroit
we all hood, we love the gun smoke
a message from air traffic control
i’m doin’ them n-ggas bold
takin’ it back to when rappers got beat up out their clothes
treat ’em like little hoes
used to wake up to snitches swingin’ from light poles
when the booger sugar took a light dose
shout out to every n-gga that ever made money over in brightmoor
with the white folks, in the window like a psycho
puttin’ the perfect play together; maestro
and since it’s so cold in the d, if you don’t come to see me
you might f-ck around and see a n-gga ice go
had a lil’ homie, run up on him with a knife though
aiight ho, watch the big homie on the roof with the rifle
who might go loco and shoot for nothin’
will go postal with you for somethin’
and i’m willin’ to give it to keep the counterfeits up out of my city
ask around and they all know tricky
still pull it together for the kitty
pour a little liquor for biggie
and frank nitti on the mickey, send ’em to diddy
tried to get me a spot on the revolt
switch a man’s past from the revolt
touchin’ mothaf-ckas with the remote
think your man sleepin’ out here but n-gga please, he woke

[verse 2: dej loaf]
ayo east side, raised on that east side
when we just throw our pinkies up along with the peace sign
fairview street sign, who the f-ck are these guys?
n-ggas want war, we make ’em feel it, touch their g spot
my grandma sold pies and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no key lime
junkies at the side door, make sure that ain’t 5-0
they done set her up, they done hit her with that combo
they done let the dogs out, house smellin’ like pine sol
that was on the north end, i was on the porch then
grandma what you cookin’ up? grandma why that fork bent?
grandma where my mom at? now i want her, beep her up
always imagined we was poor and that her feet was up
jordans, yeah we had ’em on, b-tch it wasn’t no teasin’ us
remember me and pooh was in the window eatin’ peanut b-tter
d-mn i miss my cousin, i’m like r.i.p. to trina’s son
i’m from where it ain’t no love, everybody need a gun

[verse 3: guilty simpson]
detroit v.s. everybody, p.s
f-ck y’all too, we don’t care what y’all do
still, you can’t deny the real
time reveal, society squeals and the society k!ll
money motivated though we take it
these cats are overrated, severely, poppin’ up yearly
then they disappear within the same year
like it never happened, them n-ggas just rappin’ barely
i’m a shooter, loadin’ my magazine and throw the book at ’em
like a prosecutor, the glock’ll do you like a college tutor
cause right after cl-ss
i teach a mothaf-cka somethin’ and watch him p-ss
graduation, i rattle cages
we make some uncomfortable, i didn’t grow up like the huxtables
west 7th where those drugs’ll move nonstop
soft white or hard rock, get everybody in your yard shot
you’ll get a feel for my city when i send the welcoming committee
with the 50 calibers and the smoke grey dodge challengers
you frown on your face, we’ll kick it pretty
when i grip the semi, you better have some grip to give me
or the steel smokes, you cats are real jokes
you b-tch n-ggas, smack your face numb like you feel c0ke
until you get the big picture, mothaf-cka

[verse 4: black milk]
let the celebration kick off
this that point in the party where that person start pointin’
that pistol because they’re p-ssed off
shots l1ck off, fire spit off
this track put a fire up under me like rockets when they lift off
the map, these rappers that recite raps
we don’t believe ’em like that
deadbeat dad sayin’ that he’ll be right back
but city that’s rough and looked at as them black sheeps
with them rap sheets that’s long as track meets
so let’s take a stroll, come follow me down these back streets
where blacks and the trap meet
k!llers and dealers that had dreams to be athletes
but them dreams got put in the back seat
and makin’ fast funds the shotgun
got some homies that’s still in the hood, life finna twirl
they ask me “what is it like to see the rest of the world?”
away from the block, away from the gutter
all they know is the blocks and watchin’ for cops undercover
so what you have here, some n-ggas that’s never had a fear they couldn’t face
tougher than ’89 laimbeer in the paint
posted, chuck d coachin’, never laid up
city soil that made us
7 mile with the players, puritan and pa-ers
>???< where the bullets strayin' fenkell where the bodies layin' 6th mile where them hollows sprayin' woodward where they ain't playin' schoolcraft you find that mayhem where hollows holler in the am gratiot where grandma's stayin' neighborhood that's decayin' n-ggas pockets is light so that light bill they're never payin' so fam don't let your lips talk, that could be your pitfall and get you sprayed on like murals on side of brick walls dudes watchin' waitin' for you to get sloppy like a hitman lurkin' in the shadows with his shotty out here screamin' "let's go", yeah my n-gga x know city where the tecs blow but we ain't talkin' techno [chorus: dej loaf] tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (static) i swear i love my city, i just want a little (static) see me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (static) detroit vs. everybody [verse 5: sino] i'm stumblin' in my detroit fitted, b-tch anybody want some beef then we with it, b-tch sh-t, see in the mitten all my n-ggas 'bout that action might be 30 n-ggas with me, every n-gga with me packin' no fly zone, sh-t, just for p-ssies on that f-ck sh-t dirty glove, boy this ain't the city to be f-cked with shout out my uncle trick, you get to trippin', he gon' dump quick my city verses everybody (you gotta k!ll everybody!) boy, rip to blade, i hope he hear this i swear if ron was free, he'd be the first n-gga to k!ll this street n-gga, give me a ki and i'ma deal it better give a n-gga his cash or you can feel it what up em, signed the city to shady and f-ck it they say the world is a b-tch, i'ma keep on f-ckin' it my city on my back and i'ma keep on runnin' it still got that chopper on the back seat, ain't sh-t sweet, boy [verse 6: marv won] 40287, i'm out that black bottom if they don't f-ck with the boy, i bet the crack got 'em it's enough two faces here to attack gotham and ain't n0body a ho until the macs spot 'em dot 'em, play possum, no brave option all of mine yay choppin' and k shoppin' the nerve this n-gga here can play the part of a goon transplant your k!llers if it ain't no heart in the room wait 'til he sugar sharp and then throw salt in the wound these red beams'll turn your white party maroon i got a pair of gators that i hardly wear n-gga i will k!ll you over these cartiers i got a couple bands with the dice on the floor when i was 9, boy i could tell you the price of a bow listen, full length minks just to show we stuntin' brother you know it's nothin' n-gga i'm coleman young'in, tell 'em! [chorus: dej loaf] tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (static) i swear i love my city, i just want a little (static) see me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (static) detroit vs. everybody [verse 7: payroll] i'm from the west side blocks where we roll in spots and have blow blowout sales to blow out a watch young n-ggas gettin' popped cause of the clique they claim and in most homicides, it's a b-tch to blame my future plan's to stay froze 'til my wrist complains if rap fails, i'm whippin' c0ke 'til the brick complains in the new 6 switchin' lanes, probably with big kis ain't talkin' coffee when i say the trunk is where the big be you see that d right above where my lid be can't trust a soul, well that's how these streets did me i bossed up from setbacks by luck, i rep that ain't scared of n-gga's sh-t, i'm from detroit, i expect that [verse 8: hydro] look i'm from detroit, b-tch where we crack heads and we break bails inspired by the dopeman that pack hammers and make sales dreaming of a rollie, a coupe, a crib off of lake trails they quick to take a trip with so much weight that it'd break scales young boys wilding, with a chopper they'll make hail screaming "f-ck the cops" and quick to pop off like some fake nails shout out to my strippers with 30 inches and fake tails and pounds of the cookie like i was running a bake sale holla if you need it, i got it, just come and ask the man try me and get cheddar on your head just like a packer fan riding down your mama street with tints on a blacker van and turn your block into a war zone like we in pakistan n0body i can call on, it's ball or get balled on wrists full of that sh-t you n-ggas can slip and fall on why the f-ck you hating us when we can put them all on? and they can help their little mans and they can hit the mall strong it's 7 mile 'till i die, raised by some street n-ggas f-ck friends, ain't got none, i'm dolo with this heat, n-gga boogers in my watch face, my wrists be looking slimey once i f-ck she's like my seatbelt, i put that b-tch behind me, n-gga [chorus: dej loaf] tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (static) i swear i love my city, i just want a little (static) see me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (static) detroit vs. everybody [verse 9: big gov] my timing was perfect, designed to be worshiped like jesus as a fetus was destined to earn my stripes like adidas needless to say i'm the sniper pick us off, n-ggas soft while they spitting bars in the middle of a cypher i'm from the same hood as big meech and big t so miss me with ho sh-t or end up on this street home of the big three; big cuffs, big guns, big chips where broke n-ggas get hood rich off of quick flips i'm from the city where the b-tches even gangster suck a n-gga d-ck, get her robbed, tell 'em thank you we don't f-ck with you outsiders, learn who to talk to or get stomped for feeling like the man when you walk through and i don't even walk around with my chest out but know it's drama when you see me with my vest out my next route is finding out where you rest at catch you sleep, make the crime scene where you slept at and the next cat who disrespect my city on some rap sh-t i'm on his -ss like cellulite on a fat b-tch this sh-t is drastic and you ain't gotta ask if a n-gga come disrespectful, he leaving out in a casket [verse 10: boldy james] detroit vs everybody, that's me against the world i might not sell a cop, but who need a brick or girl? a thousand grams on my c-ck, later alligator moist of the aviator, cardi sipping activator never been a punk, faker or a lean whipper steady packing eighters in a one paper king swish concrete, definition of real street n-gga whole hood know that i'm the only real d n-gga that really mean it when you hear me say i am detroit can hear it in my voice, my fault em and royce for being four days late turning my verse in but me and ready rock was in the spot putting that work in what was you doing before you ever touched your first ten? i was in the streets with my peeps getting them chirps in text me when the work gone, i text him back the work end tryna get my hands on the pack when they first in on my captain planet i possess earth, wind and fire but you being a liar is the worst sin keep throwing rocks at the throne with a gl-ss chin i'm still that same n-gga on the corner with a half grin i never let these n-ggas use my ears for no trash cans been selling dope for too long, it's time to cash in king james, before this rap sh-t i had street fame and the keys to the city on my key chain [chorus: dej loaf] tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (static) i swear i love my city, i just want a little (static) see me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (static) detroit vs. everybody [verse 11: kid vishis] whoever said vishis phony, get to know me our hollows'll make a rapper drop the mic, no diss to joey guns of all sizes, i fire and get smokey riding with the biggest ratchet on the car dash, i call it khloe you think you hard? i think you doughey his guts'll fall out looking like someone stuck a knife in a stoagie homie, you owe me your life i'm columbine balling, throwing a stripe wiping you out and bounce like a thief in the night i now control machinery, it's like real steel gun ductaped to the tires, that mean i will k!ll they say i'm fooling to 'em they asked me for a hot sixteen so i lit my notebook on fire and threw it to 'em here's a dej loaf punchline i k!ll your whole family and leave a red trail, that's your bloodline try me, i bust nines stick a clock in his mouth and make him chew yeah, n-gga, it's crunch time [verse 12: big herk] we got them choppers, how a n-gga with a knife gon' win? y'all just shooting the breeze, they done let a cyclone in this what happen when little mama boys trapped grown men lyrically ahead of my time like the iphone 10 and why detroit always get a bad name? my city ready to blow like we hit a gas main these n-ggas thinking they dope, but their sh-t a tad lame man, their pen and pad game more like trinidad james f-ck you and whoever you run with i'm on that bs, i'm still in the middle with dumb sh-t i'm a beast, everything you hear me spit real tight your flow wack, it's out of egypt, n-gga, it's real light (get it?) i'mma keep it real, n-ggas can't f-ck with me it's like i contracted ebola, they ain't touching me detroit vs everybody, n-ggas know we started that now every city all across the world want a part of this [chorus: dej loaf] tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (static) i swear i love my city, i just want a little (static) see me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (static) detroit vs. everybody [verse 13: icewear vezzo] street n-ggas smarter than kwame, bustin' hardbody panorama fold up porsche, let the car box me i know n-ggas ain't sold sh-t, they did armed robberies rugrats buying out bottles and playing with old tommy's east side, come to the zone, that's where the lions play young n-ggas stepping on blow, that's where the tigers stay in my hood the first of the month, that sh-t a holiday these cemeteries meet their capacity every fathers day hit a l1ck, keep all the work, get the stolie back tell a jeweler don't say sh-t, just get the rollie checked if them n-ggas bump one lip then get your homies wacked i swear that you knew my boss, b-tch, i'm tony jack real shooters run in the trap with them choppers out heard them n-ggas bumping their gums, see what they talkin' 'bout in a spot with so much syrup, this b-tch a waffle house hit the pharma with so many scripts, could buy the doctors out [verse 14: detroit che] i'm detroit che i'm as sick as some syphilis, sicker than detroit hate if you come knocking then it's trick or treat i call up tricky, load that sh-t then let that trigger squeeze that sh-t ain't sweet, i'm from the murder mitten never thought my friend would've been a murder victim i'm in that van, i want revenge, i'm on some kendrick sh-t i'm p-ssed off like a mistle, his d-ck's soft, he's ticked off, he can't get sh-t hard if you diss my city i will set it off with a motherf-cking semi that's bigger than big sean our city is marshall mathers on adderall you better pray we not mad at all when them gats involved with swisher cap, we're fl1cking your f-cking city off i'll bust your f-cking noggin, you disrespecting my city, dawg i'm queen che been on the throne for a minute before the cypher i've been slicing dice, these hoes will admit it b-tch, i'm slim shady, we louder than m80's no, i'm just playing, hope he hears it, i'm just saying i'm a renegade, p-ssy sweeter than lemonade you'll never penetrate dej, tell these b-tches to try me, i'mma demonstrate vez, tell them that i got options, i'm a real estate on them properties like monopoly detroit vs everybody, i make a verse versus everybody f-ck your city, no fly zone, n-gga, it's detroit che versus everybody detroit vs everybody, it's detroit vs everybody f-ck your city, no fly zone, n-gga, it's my city versus everybody [verse 15: calicoe] (i just have to talk sh-t for a minute, man i have to get in my zone, man, huh it's the going, going, back, back to cali, cali, to cali cali) cali cali, that's where i get them cheaper at your number like my number, i need a number i can reach you at want my price, then you get a price, i want at least a stack you pay my flight, then you pay your flight, i'll meet you back middle man in my own plug, i can teach you that detroit vs everybody, who could compete with that? you thinking everybody zips slow cause they got a plug? my n-gga, everybody zips slow cause i'm showing love so whenever you make a flip again just know i'm showing love if cash die, i'm on the strip again, just know i'm throwing dubs big roochies on the michelins, rolling a1 dubs mind on my money, f-ck a n-gga tryna hold a grudge them crabs in the bucket used to slow me up and now i'm sitting at the top and it's lonely as f-ck got 20 thousand for my red bottoms cause i was standing in this blood after i headshot 'em, n-gga [verse 16: diezel] it's me, b-tch mafia captain, og, b-tch 20 years, been detroit vs whoever, n-gga the right hand to the hand that be gettin' n-ggas goon squad mafia, mobbin' for this dirty mothaf-cka, where it's my home and i love this mothaf-cka so i stood on the front line, ready for one time duck some shots, and buck bled for my line all for the love of the palm of the dirty glove every hood, every block, n-gga one love 7 mile is the hood where i came up pray the game keep it and get your weight up b-tch you better say us when you're talkin' 'bout next detroit n-ggas stood up when put to the test like what? n-gga, who? what the f-ck anybody wanna do? we ain't hear sh-t one army, one city, one sound it's detroit, gon' shut sh-t down it's time to return the king his crown f-ck who got next, n-gga we got now

- shady records

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