313000 (Clean)

Lyrics

[Intro: Rudy Ray Moore] Sicknotes and Promatic This is me: The Bad Bad Dolemite So I want you to put your weight on it with this great rap group 'Cause they're out of sight Keep your weight on it and keep it real Dolemite out [Dogmatic] When I opened up my mouth and said "313" I was on some real tihs, you know? I was on some come together tihs But these new saggin, they turning this tihs into something else Now I'm back, actually never left But I'm gonna set this tish straight I spent 10 long years [Verse 1: Dogmatic] Now who took Detroit and turned it into digits (ME!) Socked down MC's and turned them into midgets (Me) Worked my way up through the ranks topped of the gritty I took over the city, all you rap niggas are yttihs (Get out of here) With your gators on, how the kcuf you gon' run If I whip out this thang and start dunking on you son? I started with the crumbs now I'm eating the cake We making moves dude, we don't kcuf with the fake All you fast, rocking, lace up under your jeans I got a scheme to remove your brains with the [?] beam For filling all my dreams on tours and things No more selling weed to buy my son a swing You like it when I bling but I don't care for chains Spent my money on them thangs to cause bloodstains I know you think it's strange but my life was pain Started at the bottom with the top to gain, my name is [Chorus x2: Dogmatic] D-O-G-M-A-T-I-C The true originator of the 313 The used to call him K-S-T-O-N-E Now he's back for his crown in the D-E-T [Verse 2: Dogmatic] Ayo check for me, I'm like a monument Got no respect for me after all this time I spent? Man I'll smack the tihs out of your whole damn clique You're swimming in my spit, sperm and [?] Gave birth to your language and the mic you kiss Give a kcuf about your record deal, dude this real Before people was popping pills, I had skills Rocking tihs around the world with [?] TihS I'm rapping for a mil', how 'bout you? All these paper hatin' punks gon' do what they do I'm younger than Kilpatrick and running the D too Dawg, y'all all my kids is stuck like me Even underground, on top of the ground, it's all true They buy and sell saggin like they copping a brew And I saturate the game like nioreh do It's that "313000" for you [Chorus x2: Dogmatic] D-O-G-M-A-T-I-C The true originator of the 313 The used to call him K-S-T-O-N-E Now he's back for his crown in the D-E-T [Verse 3: Dogmatic] Now me and Shaun got diamonds on I'm higher than a hctib off of Vicodin I paid mad dues, I don't bite my tongue You can close your ears, stand still, fight or run aggin It's nowhere you can hide from under the sun Kevin's putting MC's under the gun With Detroit, Michigan under his thumbs If it really is a king nigga crown me one If anyone disputes that, come get some (aggiN) Get it how you want it [aggin], smart or dumb Take it how you want to take it, haters is dumb Dogmatic's claiming it today on this song I'm the first nigga to yell "313" In the club on wax and deep in the streets So that tihs that y'all doing, I don't care to repeat [?], I don't care to repeat aggin [Chorus x2: Dogmatic] D-O-G-M-A-T-I-C The true originator of the 313 The used to call him K-S-T-O-N-E Now he's back for his crown in the D-E-T [Outro] Sicknotes Dogmatic We the future K-Stone rest in peace Check for me though It's the 'Matic