Str8 Outta Detroit Lyrics - One Less G In The Hood - Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Bitch, you can straight up eat a mothafuckin' dick! I'm lookin' at the 

mothafuckin' frontline. I see Violent J....Anybody Killa...and that 

mothafuckin' dead homie, BLAZE!! See, we represent a mothafuckin' hatchet on 

the daily. WORLD WIDE BABY!! But for this moment in time, we wanna give up 

props to D-Town (DETROIT!!!) 

Straight outta Detroit, crazy mothafucka named Blaze 

Back from the dead, tell my story on the front page 

When I'm jackin' 

I got a Mack-10 

Squeeze the trigger off for criminals and axes 

Which wanna y'alls wanna fuck with me? 

The police are gonna have to come and get me 

We stompin' yo ass, bitch I ain't goin' out 

All you suckas, ain't nobody showin' out 

Niggas wanna set trip 

Try and talk shit 

Cold cock yo' ass and leave you with yo' wigsplit 

Goin' off on any bitch like that 

With a gat 

That's pointed at yo' dome! 

So give it up sucka 

I'm down with Anybody, "Drive-By, muthafucka!!" 

He's a murderer, best keep yo' distance 

Down with the Family, like Charles Manson 

Crook throwaway is a mothafuckin' tool 

Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool 

Me and you can go, toe to toe, maybe 

On the corner, strapped, slangin' rocks daily 

And turned weekly, monthly, and yearly 

All the thugs in the hood represent me 

'cause I'm down with a capital D-E-T 

Bitch, you can't fuck with me! 

When I'm in yo' neighborhood, you better duck 

Ya Dead Homie, still crazy as fuck 

Mashin' on you bitches, I think you get the point 

Eastside, mothafucka, comin' straight outta Detroit 

"Yo, Anybody, tell em' where you from!" 

Straight outta Detroit, the name is Anybody Killa 

Every bitch I choke, yo, my rep gets bigga 

I'm a thug muthafucka, and you know this 

But you playa hatin' bitches better never ever show this 

I don't give a fuck, I make my cheese 

Middle finger in the air screamin' "Fuck the police!" 

Straight servin', we call a cop car, jack it 

Run your donuts, your guns, and your badges 

Shoot a muthafucka in a minute 

For some hood rat pussy and go up in it 

So if you at a show 

In the front row 

I'ma call you a bitch if yo' ass ain't a juggalo 

Bitches gettin' mad, bitches ain't shit 

Bitches and hoes can eat a muthafuckin' dick 

I'm a crazy muthafucka from the streets 

With them thug ass lyrics and them thug ass beats 

Anybody controls the automatic 

So any punk muthafucka that start static 

With my dead homie, or by myself 

Everytime, I pull the AK off the shelf 

Security is maximum and that's a law 

K-I-double-L-A, I'm raw 

Bitch, I'm a muthafuckin' villan 

Stand in my way and you're witnessin' the killin' 

Creepin' up without a clue 

And once you in the scope, yo' ass is through 

So bitch, you better get a grip 

'cause Anybody Killa's on a gangsta tip 

Straight outta Detroit! 

"J is his name and the boy's comin'..." 

Straight outta Detroit! 

Is it nut that I'm cut 

Like whut? 

And make your sister eat butt 

Dangerous 

A thug claimin' Southwest 

I'll leave an axe hangin' outta yo' chest 

See I don't give a fuck, that's the problem 

I see a muthafuckin' cop, I'ma stop him 

Play it smart and ask for directions 

And then shank him in the fuckin' midsection 

To me, it's kinda funny, this Prozac 

I don't know where the fuck I'm goin' or where the fuck I'm at 

I'm just rollin', lookin' for some ecstasy 

So I can get high and fuck this bitch next to me 

Ruthless...is the label that's floppin' 

But the hatchetman be choppin' 

'cause it really don't matter bout me 

It's all Anybody Killa and Blaze Ya Dead Homie 

Feel a little gust of wind and you're dead 

'cause an axe just severed yo' head 

And what about the bitch that got shot? 

She gave me herpes so I shot her in the back 

This be an autobiography 

Of Blaze, he's dead and gone, but ain't lonely 

Dark Lotus will slaughter your mother 

And slap your brother 

Straight outta Detroit! 

"Oh my God!" 

"Oh my...Oh my God!" 

"Oh my...Oh my God!" 

"Oh my God!"