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Who knows better than you? Detroit Where we at? I'd like to say We come through like Green Beret Marines (r-r-r-rah) Fully auto submachine rifle with the laser beam Can't believe everything you hear, but I'ma have to Yeah, I want 'em, tell 'em pull up, I'm on Belvedere and Gratiot Old school mint-condition, be careful, try not to scratch it (yeah) Well aware of my surroundings, know I'm tuggin' on the metal On the war, my young bulls thuggin' on another level Whole block snaggletooth, but we got money in the ghetto Narcs flickin' niggas left and right, ready with no search warrant Rival gang members in the neighborhood, turf-warrin' None of this shit came overnight, I had to work for it Now your bitch tryna ride my wave, might let her surfboard Payin' my ticket in that bando was my first mortgage Never turned my back on the streets, it's that I turned towards it Bro don't need no bond money, he just wanna hear my voice Nickel nine on me, I call this a souvenir from Royce Here's lookin' at you, kiddo I cry tears just wishin' that you was here, bro Without you here, got me feeling like a weirdo Can't get took from my kids, leave my wife behind a widow (bless) SongtexteCan't trust a soul, sleep with toast under my pillow So right 'fore I get ghost, she said she love me, I'm like, "ditto" Don't think these niggas got the memo or listened to my demo Open cases in Tuscaloosa, did a yick a week Tryna have patience with this music, really in the street (mafia) Plug in Belize raised the ticket, I'm like "goodness grief" Proof-of-purchase guaranteed, but this shit don't come with receipts (I swear) Pulled off some shit you wouldn't think, by the skin of my teeth Torch the ride, ditch the piece, then wipe myself down with some bleach (wipe me down) My B-more niggas young and scandalous, free that nigga [?] Judge hit him with everything but the kitchen sink (free my guy) Niggas gettin' cooked for drug dealing, breakin' even-Steve They threw the book at my young nigga, he can't even read Fightin' for his freedom, lost Malik, he was a demon seed That was just karma comin' back from all my evil deeds Slid down on dog, that's tobogganin', left him hobblin' I run with concreatures, gargoyles, and hobgoblins (227) Ran him down, stood over him, don't do no squabblin' A nigga touch a hair on blocks, we gon' pollute the oxygen Here's lookin' at you, kiddo I cry tears just wishin' that you was here, bro Without you here, got me feeling like a weirdo Can't get took from my kids, leave my wife behind a widow Can't trust a soul, sleep with toast under my pillow (strapped) So right 'fore I get ghost, she said she love me, I'm like, "ditto" (love you, too) Don't think these niggas got the memo or listened to my demo Blockworks Who knows better than you? Aus Songtexte Mania