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(feat. Proof, Wesley Valentine) [Wesley Valentine talking] Yeah, yeah you know who it be 313, Detroit City putting it on the map baby That nigga Lil' B, the nigga Proof DJ Butter, that nigga Bugz up in here Uh huh, uh huh [Wesley Valentine] Coming through my hood showin off misusing your ice You think twice Is it really worth loosing your life See I roll with them cats who about pocketing their cheese Smackin other cats with the gat make them drop to they knees In tropical trees niggas with me pack in heat And their glock gonna squeeze makin your life stop in your sleep But you know I'm about crusin with the TV's stuck in the dash Niggas like you they envy cause I'm always lussin for cash And the rush will go fast if you not blockin my life Blockin the ice of unfortunate let me go knock in your wife Hang out the window of a limo then I'm yellin at hoes If you catch me up in the regal then I'm sellin some O's Bustin a shot up on your block leavin a shell in your toes Stashin the glock takin your knot then I bell for Nopose Attached to Proof no longer now a nigga rollin solo Letras de cancionesLet me just snatch in your group up and fuck up my last solo [Chorus x2: Wesley Valentine] We keep it real all the way from the west to the east So pick out your vest and your heat or you'll be restin in peace Cause Lil' B and Proof, you know that we droppin the hottest shit And y'all gonna be coppin it and we comin and stoppin it [Proof] Aye yo, immature thinking had me lace for fraud jewels The rise of mutts chose to call true Trapped up in the D, hustling with small dues The game is my name so now you all lose It's all in the mind, and we stay sound My cuz scuttling on the times keeping his PA down Got a squad full of goons, click, click, you rest in peace I die never different type now they blister my feet Ain't gonna talk about the street shit, who I beat with I hang with G's that get it indicted in secret Wants to beef with, aye yo, the lines or the nines When I rhyme, I'm a shine, pull my nine and leave you blind Killin here's a death massage a skinny body In Detroit best friends will kill you quicker than anybody Whether the seven deuce or the BK-thangs Got a deal with the real that each day brings [Chorus x2: Wesley Valentine] [Wesley Valentine] Yo, I'm lovin my life cause every night older woman molests me Go off next of me, so paranoid That's where my chest should be, testing me on top of my destiny Getting the best of me, don't mess with me, shootin aggressively Impressin the referee, the flesh of thee, On the carpet if you have nerve to question me A less of me, don't pass up the front where the stress should be Technically speakin I'm the one got the weaponry freakin I spread when I'm sleep in reasons took out the tech and be creepin Actually, I'm the nigga you will see in your dreams Me and my team will rob you for dough and flee with your cream Don't ever approach, I'll put one in the back of your lungs Hope you're packin your guns, cause me to stackin some funds A enemy's dream still sits from the top of her boots Sending shots as a youth, ain't no stoppin us Proof You know, what what nigga, Detroit baby, about to blow [Chorus x4: Wesley Valentine] [Wesley Valentine] All star game, baby 99 From Letras Mania