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Straight from Detroit
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Song Info
Genre
Peak in subgenre #1,864
Author
Myles Rowe
Rights
2005
Uploaded
August 17, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I needed a song where I just rapped...showin that I can do it...workin multis and punchlines and wordplay..so check it out....
Lyrics
Niggas on the run when them techs squirt out man
It excercise you like the K. west workout plan
I spray techs for a workout man
ANd my gun bustin nuts like that shit was gettin jerked off, and
I pull the chirp out man, and I call a couple homeboys
Run up in ya home yo I never work alone, boy
I got the chrome chippin off at ya bones
deployin bullets in a 3 mile zone
You better gon boy
You shoulda known, I'm known to bust domes
You alone, you niggas softer than ice cream cones
Fifth hit you make you dispatch red fluids
Clips on my hip like a cell phone was attached to it
Act stupid turn ya back, I'll get the mack to it
My guns applaudin in this bitch dont make me clap to it
back to it, I got rockets on the fly
when I pop guns niggas think its 4th of july
You niggas sweeter than a piece of pie
when I squeeze the 45 have ya family screamin at the sky
Sayin its too early, wasnt your time to die
Why, we gotta go sometime, so why deny
Your time of death, dont even waste your breath
I'm walkin over niggas just like steps you cant fuck with me
I got the millimeter tucked with me
The bitter heater better duck quickly
I'm just a fool man
It's nothin for me to spray tools man
The Hammers hit you in the mouth
Have you eatin outta tubes man
Choose, win with me, or you can lose man
fuckin wit me its gon have ya ass short of foods, damn
I'm just a beast with this shit, the heats on my hip
Makin other niggas cease to exist
Be quick I'll hit you wit the 5th bustin at ya shit
makin barbeque, yeah aimin at ya ribs
Shit, I'm like MC Hammer you cant touch this
Hammers in ya hand, niggas know you aint gon bust shit
The bullets rusted, hit you in the back
Plus I stay like a strip of velcro, always strapped
Clap! You hear the sound when the mack sprays
Leave yo ass smoked like blunt rolled w/ hayes
You aint seein me, I'm bout to blow like TNT
I'm R-O-dub-E you know me
Known as a gutter mouth, Bitches in my house
Get the nut in mouth treatment, as if they was my spouse
Got cheese like a mouse, you niggas jus cheesin
believe it, I'm clappin niggas for no reason
Plus I got a different mack for each season
I'm like pac enemies give me reason to be breathin
I'm ruthless, I'll get at you with a meat cleaver
And have ya skin fallin off like some shit of cabin fever
And I aint droppin yet, the only time you gon drop
Is on the ground when I roll up wit them techs
Bet, gamble, thinkin lifes' a game
It'll get ya ass shot like a fuckin dice game
Come see me, I roll wit them killas that spray
The AK, Kalico, Joiveon and that nigga Dave
We put niggas in graves, just bury em
Niggas act tough till them gunz start flarin up
Fair enough, I spit techs I aint playin
Call my mack windex cuz of the way its sprayin
I'm A-Kin and I'll leave yo ass layin on the pavement
Call me the pencil I'm erasin
I'll leave ya heart racin
Like a race car, get the switchblade and leave ya muthafuckin face scarred
It's TEXS for life, we spray like a busted pipe We the best in the game but aint promoted right
