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  • Where we at with it
    Blockworks, let's get it
    Slums of Detroit, drugs from the port, plugged with the source
    Gun in my shorts, blood was the sport
    Jumped from the porch, hung like a horse, Ones with the Force
    Drunk in a Porsche, trunk full of corpse
    Dump with the torch, run for the Ford, love for my daughter
    Son was the fourth, youngin’ on the run with a warrant
    Mother**** a judge and the courts, club full of dorks
    Got it out the mud in my 'ports, had to let the love run its course
    Cousin up North, plugged in New York
    Plugged on the Coast, doves and them storks, tub full of dope
    Road trips to Ypsi', what’s good with the coke
    Real niggas like Nipsey give a hood nigga hope
    Dub with the smoke, got about a dub in my coat
    Ain't even on the flyer but think I'm in love with the host
    Glove on the toast, this for all my cousins and folks
    Bloods and my locs, they know I'ma thug 'til I croak
    That's how we comin'
    Overlord status, I be slummin'
    My son think that I don’t love ’em, he don't know his daddy thuggin’
    Said, "I been out here since a youngin'"
    Runnin' up a check, thumbin' stuffing hundreds in that Drummond
    These niggas know that’s how we comin'
    It ain't no future in your frontin' when my shooters get to dumbin'
    You know my crew ain't missin' nothin'
    Over them bloopers and them pumpkins, niggas know that's how we comin'
    1st through the 3rd, 15th through the 31st
    31 3rd, big 3, and my dirty Squirt
    Burnin' sherm, me and Nick Speed, here you heard it first
    Curtis Curb, niggas cook beef like it's surf & turf
    You know we swerve and purr, slicker than fish grease
    Them early worms get the birds with the big beaks
    Shit got your ***** workin' my nerves out in Twin Peaks
    Gin neat, olive martinis, we don't mix drinks
    Big links, only built for Cubans, think I'm big Meech
    I been brickin', now I need that Cuban with the big sink
    I been street, was me, Nut, and J-9, now we in deep
    When it's just me, it's just me and my 9, feel like I'm 10 deep
    On the Warren, planted in the hood, feel like Big Squeak
    Off of Forest, dancin' with them Wolves, niggas been sheep
    The hood want the music, trying not to let this shit leak
    My son tryna fill my shoes, but daddy got some big feet
    (You've got some pretty big shoes to fill)
    Overlord status, I be slummin'
    My son think that I don't love 'em, he don't know his daddy thuggin'
    Said, "I been out here since a youngin'"
    Runnin' up a check, thumbin' stuffing hundreds in that Drummond
    These niggas know that's how we comin'
    It ain't no future in your frontin' when my shooters get to dumbin'
    You know my crew ain't missin' nothin'
    Over them bloopers and them pumpkins, niggas know that's how we comin'
    Came with the Crips, came with the 'scrip, churn up the grits
    Can't never slip, thang on the hip
    Burst from the whip, drive-by shooter
    Autopilot when I bye-bye losers
    Look mama, no hands, look mama, mo' bands
    Big house, mo' land, lil' Vince a grown man, came with his own plan
    No friends wanna pop me, homie you can't stop me
    Thuggin' with the Wop, burning up Del Amo swap meet
    You know who the opps was, ain't nobody shot me
    But I shot, mm, hmm, hmm, maybe 'bout three
    Wasn't doin' too much, I done made a few bucks
    I can get you Ku Klux'd, underneath the white sheet
    Off the porch with hot feet, could've ran a 40 in a 4-flat
    .44, snub nose, homie let me hold that
    I ain't never shoot it though
    Trade it for a deuce-five and a Sidekick slide
    Put that shit on Tiny Scrap, pulled up where they find me at
    Shot and then we fired back, almost hit the gray Benz
    Send it to Atlanta, got the Tesla with the gray rims
    Try me, I'ma put you on a stretcher, that's on gangland
    The breaking news tonight is that two people, according to Detroit Police, were shot inside which prompted all of this inside this Citgo gas station, here on 8 Mile
    Camero, doesn't have a headlight on, and somebody if not a couple people could be running out of this vehicle, one, two, three-
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    [00:04.81]Where we at with it
    [00:08.20]Blockworks, let's get it
    [00:11.48]Slums of Detroit, drugs from the port, plugged with the source
    [00:14.69]Gun in my shorts, blood was the sport
    [00:16.90]Jumped from the porch, hung like a horse, Ones with the Force
    [00:19.98]Drunk in a Porsche, trunk full of corpse
    [00:22.19]Dump with the torch, run for the Ford, love for my daughter
    [00:25.44]Son was the fourth, youngin’ on the run with a warrant
    [00:28.23]Mother**** a judge and the courts, club full of dorks
    [00:31.19]Got it out the mud in my 'ports, had to let the love run its course
    [00:34.81]Cousin up North, plugged in New York
    [00:36.81]Plugged on the Coast, doves and them storks, tub full of dope
    [00:40.15]Road trips to Ypsi', what’s good with the coke
    [00:42.69]Real niggas like Nipsey give a hood nigga hope
    [00:45.56]Dub with the smoke, got about a dub in my coat
    [00:48.31]Ain't even on the flyer but think I'm in love with the host
    [00:51.31]Glove on the toast, this for all my cousins and folks
    [00:54.06]Bloods and my locs, they know I'ma thug 'til I croak
    [00:56.98]That's how we comin'
    [00:57.98]Overlord status, I be slummin'
    [01:00.73]My son think that I don’t love ’em, he don't know his daddy thuggin’
    [01:03.77]Said, "I been out here since a youngin'"
    [01:06.02]Runnin' up a check, thumbin' stuffing hundreds in that Drummond
    [01:09.69]These niggas know that’s how we comin'
    [01:11.94]It ain't no future in your frontin' when my shooters get to dumbin'
    [01:15.56]You know my crew ain't missin' nothin'
    [01:17.73]Over them bloopers and them pumpkins, niggas know that's how we comin'
    [01:19.69]1st through the 3rd, 15th through the 31st
    [01:23.44]31 3rd, big 3, and my dirty Squirt
    [01:26.27]Burnin' sherm, me and Nick Speed, here you heard it first
    [01:29.15]Curtis Curb, niggas cook beef like it's surf & turf
    [01:32.02]You know we swerve and purr, slicker than fish grease
    [01:34.90]Them early worms get the birds with the big beaks
    [01:37.81]Shit got your ***** workin' my nerves out in Twin Peaks
    [01:40.56]Gin neat, olive martinis, we don't mix drinks
    [01:43.40]Big links, only built for Cubans, think I'm big Meech
    [01:46.10]I been brickin', now I need that Cuban with the big sink
    [01:48.81]I been street, was me, Nut, and J-9, now we in deep
    [01:51.40]When it's just me, it's just me and my 9, feel like I'm 10 deep
    [01:54.81]On the Warren, planted in the hood, feel like Big Squeak
    [01:57.52]Off of Forest, dancin' with them Wolves, niggas been sheep
    [02:00.52]The hood want the music, trying not to let this shit leak
    [02:03.40]My son tryna fill my shoes, but daddy got some big feet
    [02:06.19](You've got some pretty big shoes to fill)
    [02:07.60]Overlord status, I be slummin'
    [02:09.27]My son think that I don't love 'em, he don't know his daddy thuggin'
    [02:12.73]Said, "I been out here since a youngin'"
    [02:15.02]Runnin' up a check, thumbin' stuffing hundreds in that Drummond
    [02:18.90]These niggas know that's how we comin'
    [02:20.69]It ain't no future in your frontin' when my shooters get to dumbin'
    [02:24.31]You know my crew ain't missin' nothin'
    [02:26.85]Over them bloopers and them pumpkins, niggas know that's how we comin'
    [02:29.69]Came with the Crips, came with the 'scrip, churn up the grits
    [02:32.35]Can't never slip, thang on the hip
    [02:34.56]Burst from the whip, drive-by shooter
    [02:36.65]Autopilot when I bye-bye losers
    [02:39.60]Look mama, no hands, look mama, mo' bands
    [02:42.73]Big house, mo' land, lil' Vince a grown man, came with his own plan
    [02:47.02]No friends wanna pop me, homie you can't stop me
    [02:49.98]Thuggin' with the Wop, burning up Del Amo swap meet
    [02:53.19]You know who the opps was, ain't nobody shot me
    [02:56.19]But I shot, mm, hmm, hmm, maybe 'bout three
    [02:58.98]Wasn't doin' too much, I done made a few bucks
    [03:01.90]I can get you Ku Klux'd, underneath the white sheet
    [03:04.73]Off the porch with hot feet, could've ran a 40 in a 4-flat
    [03:08.23].44, snub nose, homie let me hold that
    [03:11.27]I ain't never shoot it though
    [03:12.98]Trade it for a deuce-five and a Sidekick slide
    [03:15.52]Put that shit on Tiny Scrap, pulled up where they find me at
    [03:18.35]Shot and then we fired back, almost hit the gray Benz
    [03:21.15]Send it to Atlanta, got the Tesla with the gray rims
    [03:24.19]Try me, I'ma put you on a stretcher, that's on gangland
    [03:27.02]The breaking news tonight is that two people, according to Detroit Police, were shot inside which prompted all of this inside this Citgo gas station, here on 8 Mile
    [03:35.94]Camero, doesn't have a headlight on, and somebody if not a couple people could be running out of this vehicle, one, two, three-