Str8 Outta Detroit OG
[Intro: Blaze]
You are now about to witness the recreation of street knowledge
[Verse 1: Blaze, Anybody Killa]
Straight outta Detroit, crazy motherfucker named Blaze
Back from the dead, cover story on the front page
When I'm jackin', I got a Mack-10
Squeeze the trigger for for criminals and action
Which one of y'all wanna fuck with me?
The police are gonna have to come and get me
We stompin' yo ass, bitch I ain't goin' out
All you suckers, ain't nobody showin' out
****** wanna set trip, try and talk shit
Cold cock yo' ass and leave you with yo' wigsplit
Goin' off on any bitch like that
With a gat, that's pointed at your dome
So give it up, sucker
I'm down with Anybody, Drive-By, motherfucker!
Here's a murder rap to keep ya dancin'
Down with the Family, like Charles Manson
Chrome throwaway is the mothafuckin' tool
Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool
Me and you can go toe to toe, no maybe
On the corner, strapped, slangin' rocks daily
And turned weekly, monthly, and yearly
All the thugs in the hood represent me
'Cause I'm down with a capital D-E-T
Bitch, you can't fuck with me
When I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck
Ya Dead Homie, still crazy as fuck
Mashin' on you bitches, I think you get the point
Eastside, motherfucker, comin' straight outta Detroit
[Verse 2: Anybody Killa, Blaze]
Straight outta Detroit, the name is Anybody Killa
Every bitch I choke, yo, my rep gets bigger
I'm a thug motherfucker, and you know this
But you playa hatin' bitches better never ever show this
I don't give a fuck, I make my cheese
Middle finger in the air screamin' "Fuck the police!"
Straight servin', we call a cop car, jackin'
Run your donuts, your guns, and your badges
Shoot a motherfucker in a minute
Find some hood rat pussy and go up in it (Hell yeah)
So if you at a show, in the front row
I'ma call you a bitch if yo' ass ain't a juggalo
Bitches gettin' mad, bitches ain't shit
You bitches and hoes can eat a muthafuckin' dick
I'm a crazy motherfucker from the streets
With them thug ass lyrics and them thug ass beats
Anybody controls the automatic
So any punk motherfucker who start static
With my dead homie, or by myself
Every time, I pull the AK off the shelf (Motherfucker)
Security is maximum, and that's a law
K-I-double-L-A, and I'm raw (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' villain
Stand in my way and you're witnessin' a killin'
Creepin' up without a clue (What)
And once you in the scope, yo' ass is through (Bitch)
So bitch, you better get a grip
'Cause Anybody Killa's on a gangsta tip
Straight outta Detroit!
[Verse 3: Blaze, Anybody Killa]
Straight outta Detroit, it's the brother that'll strangle your mother
(Hell yeah) And make your sister wear a rubber (Bitch)
Dangerous, motherfucker raising hell
Bitch, I can't be caught, fuck jail
See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem
I see a motherfuckin' pig, I don't dodge 'em
I'm smart, lay low, creep around
When I seen the punk pass, gun 'em down
[?] kinda funny, the attitude, show a sucker drivin'
Don't know where the fuck they going, just rollin'
Lookin' for the one they call Blaze
The gang sees me, always got a 12 gauge (Bitch)
Dead man, never seen like a shadow in the dark
Except when I unload
You see, I'm past the point of hesitation
Pistol whipping motherfuckers gone all up in they face and
When we see the sirens, we jettin'
Leaving memories no one will be forgettin'
But what about the rat who got shot? Fuck her!
You think I give a damn about a rat? I ain't a sucker
This is the autobiography
Of Anybody Killa! Bitch, fuck with our street
You get shot down by them thug D town motherfuckers
Take it in the mouth, suckers
Straight outta Detroit
