Stay True to Your City

Lyrics

[Esham] Stay true to ya city Ain't it a pity when they flip? Comin' from Detroit But they all on another city dick But I ain't goin' out like that 'Cause Detroit City is where it's at Mothafuckas get on and get strong Comin' from the D-Town But when they get out they say "See ya 'round" Flip-flop, hip-hop Tell me how ya livin' My city gave to you Tell me what you givin' to my city Mothafuck the radio and a mix show All they can do for me is suck a nigga dick, yo Tell me what's up with that Matter fact, grab my nutsack Niggas can't fuck with that I got the funk, I got the funk The mothafuckin' funk I got the mothafuckin' funk Headhunter finna hunt down heads Redrum mothafucka 'cause I want yo ass dead Now ain't that a pity? My attitude's shitty I chopped off a gangsta bitch titty Fuck Eliot Ness, I'm down with Frank Nitty Uh to the diddy diddy And stayin' true to my city [Mastamind] They got my attitude kinda shitty Skipped to anotha city Lookin' for pity You gets none of that shit called love From a nigga that hates ya Boo-yah! I gotta waste ya Down in Detroit Home of that Reel Life sound Stay yo' ass out my stompin' grounds Born and raised, but ya raised up Gotta go, gotta go, so let a hoe be a hoe Let him roll with the punches let him get smacked Runaway rapper man, never come back Puttin' pain on your brain 'til your brain's numb Forgot who you was, forgot where you came from Punk, I'm from the home of the brave You skip town like a runaway slave Gotta make your shit sell, so you sell your soul 'n shit Crossed over and missed I go back to back Where the hoe? Where the bitch nigga like that? Gotta keep his shit phat I'm from the place where it's at Mo' cracks, mo' jacks Mo' blacks, mo' facts Back to back I stay true to my city [TNT] Much love for my city My city got love for me Ain't no way in the world I'mma sell out, G Like a bitch I know Who crossed over, flip-flopped Tried to come home and got her ass dropped Ain't no shame, ain't no shame to the shit I kick Got lost in the fog and jumped on another city dick Dick sucka, mothafucka, case closed True to the game, true to my city, hoes Mo' funk, Motown Dead bodies in my trunk and they bump like Pony Down I get around like 2 Pac See the fake mothafuckas every day on the Jukebox But ya never see me on the TV A real-ass nigga comin straight from the D, TNT Showin' no mercy, showin' no pity And stayin' true to my city