Lyrics

[Intro] What up niggas What up Detroit It's Lavel Diamond Cutz I wanna holla at y'all niggas All these niggas in Detroit That say they the shit Then act like it then nigga (Yeah, let's smoke somethin') Cuz I'ma tell you (Aye I gotta lay back) You only, you only got one more chance nigga (Detroit, stand up!) Holla at me (Diamond Cutz muthafuck-) [Verse 1] We got a lot of work to do, and I'm not fuckin' playin Either listen to what I'm sayin or quit fuckin' with 'cha man See you hear me but you fail to listen unless a nigga dissin' Y'all better pay attention before we lose our position Detroit's rap scene, legendary hip-hop Motown boy, and the City of Rock I can taste it but thеy scared what the fuck you expеct All the beef in the street, and the lack of respect I found myself caught in the maze of bullshit All the talent in the world can't save this bitch Unless you niggas huddle up, and the white boys too You know what the fuck to do, I don't need to tell you We got some people to put it down and bring it home for the team Y'all know who you are, and y'all know what I mean We the shit right here in the D (can ya hear me now) Bomb shit, right here, in Detroit, fuck the pow-pow [Chorus: Lavel & Asteriah] I got you dogs (woof) Snatch him up, bite his ass We livin' proof (Stand up) Detroit 'bout to blast I got you dogs (woof) Snatch him up, bite his ass We livin' proof (Stand up) Detroit 'bout to blast (Oh yeah) I got you dogs (woof) Snatch him up, bite his ass (We #1) We livin' proof (Stand up) Detroit 'bout to blast (We Diamond Cutz) I got you dogs (woof) Snatch him up, bite his ass (All we spit, is, platinum, cuts) We livin' proof (Stand up) Detroit 'bout to blast [Verse 2] My shit's free if you want it, beats free if you want it If I can help the process, that's how bad I really want it I'm kind of sick to the stomach so I'ma drink 'til I vomit Take my drum machine to the pawn shop, I don't want it Then I feign, for the bang, I would never, be the same I was born, with the fever, for the flavor, of the game No change, no gimmick, just the flow, first game I lost my little girl, picture her smile, positive pain Every day hustle hard for my shit to be the best Accepted by the rest, this is not a test I said, listen to me homie this is not a fuckin' speech Tryin' to holla at my peeps, far we can reach No limit, we really need to study Master P And put it down for the D, real talk now preach Distribute the whole P and can't move a CD The industry killed me letting us die on the fuckin' street What the fuck [Chorus: Lavel & Asteriah] I got you dogs (woof) Snatch him up, bite his ass We livin' proof (Stand up) Detroit 'bout to blast I got you dogs (woof) Snatch him up, bite his ass We livin' proof (Stand up) Detroit 'bout to blast (Oh yeah) I got you dogs (woof) Snatch him up, bite his ass (We #1) We livin' proof (Stand up) Detroit 'bout to blast (We Diamond Cutz) I got you dogs (woof) Snatch him up, bite his ass (All we spit, is, platinum, cuts) We livin' proof (Stand up) Detroit 'bout to blast [Verse 3] What else can I say, I'm an M16 Rounds of balls and hooks, whip tracks like cream Hit a lick so sweet I'm Sugar Ray with the beef Spit raps with the best, tuck 'em in real neat Don't sleep on the D, wake yo' ass up Smack 'em with the mick, we ain't gotta throw the dubs We just gotta show some love, when we up in the club Nigga, I'll open up dog I don't give a fuck Still leavin' with about, six bitches in the truck The real headliners when you get your dick sucked Bring the fun back in, pony down, hurl in Ruby red, grape goop, mix it up, sleep from gin 7 Mile style I put a 'thou on it A fine ass bitch with an ass so sick Summer in my city we the captain of the state We the legends, the leaders, and the all-time greats [Chorus: Lavel & Asteriah] I got you dogs (woof) Snatch him up, bite his ass We livin' proof (Stand up) Detroit 'bout to blast I got you dogs (woof) Snatch him up, bite his ass We livin' proof (Stand up) Detroit 'bout to blast (Oh yeah) I got you dogs (woof) Snatch him up, bite his ass (We #1) We livin' proof (Stand up) Detroit 'bout to blast (We Diamond Cutz) I got you dogs (woof) Snatch him up, bite his ass (All we spit, is, platinum, cuts) We livin' proof (Stand up) Detroit 'bout to blast I got you dogs (woof) Snatch him up, bite his ass We livin' proof (Stand up) Detroit 'bout to blast I got you dogs (woof) Snatch him up, bite his ass We livin' proof (Stand up) Detroit 'bout to blast (Oh yeah) I got you dogs (woof) Snatch him up, bite his ass (We #1) We livin' proof (Stand up) Detroit 'bout to blast (We Diamond Cutz) I got you dogs (woof) Snatch him up, bite his ass (All we spit, is, platinum, cuts) We livin' proof (Stand up) Detroit 'bout to blast [Outro: TNT] Yo, what up this your boy TNT and I'm always fuckin' wit my man 'vel Puttin' it down with the Diamond Cutz All the time, all rhymes, all hits Yeah, Diamond Cutz nigga