Welcome To Detroit (Benzino Diss) lyrics

[Intro: Obie Trice, Benzino]
Get anybody on your roster who could f*ck with Ray
Obie Trice you a busta, I don't think you wanna play
You're hurtin' yourself n*gga
It's bad, it's bad for you, c'mon
Elementary school is out
It's what the f*ck I'm talking about, man
Detroit City, my person, let's go, recess, invasion
I ain't even got a f*cking album out
And n*ggas speaking my name
(Aha)

[Chorus]
(Welcome to Detroit City, welcome to Detroit City, yeah)
(Welcome to Detroit City, welcome to Detroit City, yeah)

[Interlude: Obie Trice]
It's mitton n*gga, real n*ggas
You walk the streets back and you go on and have Marshall, n*gga
These ridas n*gga
Holla at me, come holla at me

[Verse: Obie Trice]
b*tch, I'm a Detroit hustler
(Yea)
Push whips without the muffler, loud nasty foul never flashy
(f*ck that)
I meet your sister, she gon' come home changed
(Ha)
I bring the freak outta that b*tch, Rick James
I hold things if my brains agitated
(Uh-huh)
You, no more pain your souls graduated
(Oh)
I keep pistols not 'cuz rap made it an issue
This has been official since middle school
(That's right)
You approach me wrong, I'm outliving you
(Uh huh)
I'm from Detroit where n*ggas is not feeling you
(That's cool)
Slugs drilling you, rigga morris is building you up
Pugs giving it to you, mum is ups in arms
(Oh)
Murder mitton, n*ggas is not getting this scenes
They don't believe, misconceived until his blood bleeds
Past tense, back then n*ggas had some sense
Benzino
(f*ck off)
Your skill's not equal
I got your busta tucked right by my nuts bruv
(Haha)
I know these record sales got you in a clutch
But, why come f*ck with us? And this is Shady
(Shady)
This is the label that made a n*gga able
To finally stabilize loot a n*gga makes
(Talk to 'em muthaf*cka)
What's strange to me, huh, Benzino been in the game
And know he just came
But he ain't got no more fame then me that's wow
Blame it on the white boy, n*gga, that's your style
Spoke on a n*gga and spoke that bullsh*t another n*gga won't
O's no joke that bullsh*t
(Whow)
Hoes no potes, hoes no fashion
I see booty and it's pointing right at it
(Yeah)
With rappin' it ain't happenin' fablem farth
Still to journalism, that's your art and apart from responding
I know The Source'll tell them, don't cop him
(Uh-huh)
Obie Trice's albums not popping
(Huh)
But that's what happens when your dealing with gays
(Uhuh)
They flip scripts, b*tch, sh*t just to get paid
(Paid, oh)
You'se a broad, Bosten even noticed it's too late in the game
To pull a black and white card, you's the busta
Detroit don't love ya, you'll end up so, so muthaf*ckas
You know, see a n*gga in Puerto Rico
He shake my hand talkin' about, "Obie, I got ya, I got ya"
[Chorus]
(Welcome to Detroit City, welcome to Detroit City, yeah)
(Welcome to Detroit City, welcome to Detroit City, yeah)

[Outro: Obie Trice]
Haha!
Benzi ho, Benzedda
n*gga you a busta
See me when I land all over you motherf*ckas
Bring you wolves haha, me and you, mono e mono
I crush you with the 40 oz bottle n*gga
Ain't ready for that sh*t n*gga, real over here n*gga
f*ck y'all haters n*gga, get money to all my real n*ggas
That's what I'm talking about
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