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Straight from Detroit
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Song Info
Genre
Peak in subgenre #786
Author
Myles Rowe
Rights
2005
Uploaded
August 23, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Nigga couldnt keep my name out his mouth...so I dropped on em.
Lyrics
You cant phase me, J. I'm gettin Paid by the G
And you aint gettin no "notes" you got no Dough, Ramey(Doe-Ray-Me)
You just bitchmade, I don't need a gun, Ill get the switchblade
And get to cuttin at ya dome like im tryna fix ya fade
You know you feelin me nigga, you know I can rap
We gotta read all of yo songs yo...how boring is that
You only drop text, after I dropped from T.EX.S
I sat back wit K and kalico ready to pop techs
even tho I'm solo, I'm still down for their click
You think you hard? Oh no..you up here cryin and shit
Supplyin the clips, that's me, terrorizing the strip
And spray ya brains on the grass I'm fertilizing ya shit
Quit perpin yo I know you love my style
You wanted me up on ya team, but yo, you aint really worth my while
TBO, nigga how you the best out?
Nevermind ya audio, when the next time you puttin text out?
Young Rowe, got bread for days and you aint paid
The only chips you stackin they all comin from better made (lets go)
The only way I'm goin down is if I trip
And only way you goin down is for a dick or a clip (HA!)
I remember when you called me on the cell
cryin and shit, all up on my dick, jus like a female
Hell, You was only thinkin of yaself
How you gon be the leader w/ no tracks under ya belt?
Meanwhile I was puttin out songs pleasin
Wit punches hot n ready, like i copped from little ceasar
You better do like fab says nigga take a breather
or Come catch my bullets like u playin wide reciever
This nigga hold a grudge against his nigga
Cuz he wouldnt join his click, bitch made?
Shit..thats what I figure
I aint takin no shots at profound
Just you J, playin a fools game, nigga dont know the rules man
I stay wit clips on me like file papers
And my mentality's candy like, cuz I'll pop you "now N later"
RECORD SOMETHIN cuz the shit's boring by the sec.
HOW THE FUCK's YOUR MIC BROKE N YOU AINT RECORDED YET
Did you buy a broken mic? Maybe it just needs a test
How the fuck you droppin diss tracks all in text
You might have me on that punchline shit
But its' crunchtime bitch
You bout to get served...its lunchtime bitch
Shit I got you niggas wit the mack elevens fearin me
and I'll send you to the heavens where them fuckin spirits be
All of a sudden you cant stand me cuz I aint in ya crew
You just a crybaby like the fuckin candy
Please..think u the best? What about texs?
The only thing u better be best at strappin is them vests
J dot will catch a stray shot, whenever I spray glocks
and leave ya ass in a grave box
after this diss, I'm through with you, TEXS wins anyway
The best out..we'll put ya best back in anyday
Nigga you just runnin ya lip
Tryna talk like you runnin some shit
I'll put a gun to ya hip
