Detroit Vs Everybody (Remix)

[Intro] Don't you ever forget. Don't you ever take sides with anyone against the family. Do you hear me? Ever [Hook: Dej Loaf] Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (static) I swear I love my city, I just want a little (static) See me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (static) Detroit vs. Everybody [Verse 1: Trick Trick] What up doe, everybody? I'm Detroit So it's me vs. everybody if you ain't Detroit We all hood, we love the gun smoke A message from air traffic control I'm doin' them niggas bold Takin' it back to when rappers got beat up out their clothes Treat 'em like little hoes Used to wake up to snitches swingin' from light poles When the booger sugar took a light dose Shout out to every nigga that ever made money over in Brightmoor With the white folks, in the window like a psycho Puttin' the perfect play together; maestro And since it's so cold in the D, if you don't come to see me You might fuck around and see a nigga ice go Had a lil' homie, run up on him with a knife though Aiight ho, watch the big homie on the roof with the rifle Who might go loco and shoot for nothin' Will go postal with you for somethin' And I'm willin' to give it to keep the counterfeits up out of my city Ask around and they all know Tricky Still pull it together for the kitty Pour a little liquor for Biggie And Frank Nitty on the Mickey, send 'em to Diddy Tried to get me a spot on the Revolt Switch a man's past from the revolt Touchin' mothafuckas with the remote Think your man sleepin' out here but nigga please, he woke [Hook] [Verse 2: Dej Loaf] Ayo east side, raised on that east side When we just throw our pinkies up along with the peace sign Fairview street sign, who the fuck are these guys? Niggas want war, we make 'em feel it, touch their G spot My grandma sold pies and I ain't talkin' 'bout no key lime Junkies at the side door, make sure that ain't 5-0 They done set her up, they done hit her with that combo They done let the dogs out, house smellin' like Pine Sol That was on the north end, I was on the porch then Grandma what you cookin' up? Grandma why that fork bent? Grandma where my mom at? Now I want her, beep her up Always imagined we was poor and that her feet was up Jordans, yeah we had 'em on, bitch it wasn't no teasin' us Remember me and Pooh was in the window eatin' peanut butter Damn I miss my cousin, I'm like R.I.P. to Trina's son I'm from where it ain't no love, everybody need a gun [Verse 3: Guilty Simpson] Detroit V.S. everybody, P.S Fuck y'all too, we don't care what y'all do Still, you can't deny the real Time reveal, society squeals and the society kill Money motivated though we take it These cats are overrated, severely, poppin' up yearly Then they disappear within the same year Like it never happened, them niggas just rappin' barely I'm a shooter, loadin' my magazine and throw the book at 'em Like a prosecutor, the Glock'll do you like a college tutor Cause right after class I teach a mothafucka somethin' and watch him pass Graduation, I rattle cages We make some uncomfortable, I didn't grow up like the Huxtables West 7th where those drugs'll move nonstop Soft white or hard rock, get everybody in your yard shot You'll get a feel for my city when I send the welcoming committee With the 50 calibers and the smoke grey Dodge Challengers You frown on your face, we'll kick it pretty When I grip the semi, you better have some grip to give me Or the steel smokes, you cats are real jokes You bitch niggas, smack your face numb like you feel coke Until you get the big picture, mothafucka [Hook] [Verse 4: Black Milk] Let the celebration kick off This that point in the party where that person start pointin' That pistol because they're pissed off Shots lick off, fire spit off This track put a fire up under me like rockets when they lift off The map, these rappers that recite raps We don't believe 'em like that Deadbeat dad sayin' that he'll be right back But city that's rough and looked at as them black sheeps With them rap sheets that's long as track meets So let's take a stroll, come follow me down these back streets Where blacks and the trap meet Killers and dealers that had dreams to be athletes But them dreams got put in the back seat And makin' fast funds the shotgun Got some homies that's still in the hood, life finna twirl They ask me "what is it like to see the rest of the world?" Away from the block, away from the gutter All they know is the blocks and watchin' for cops undercover So what you have here, some niggas that's never had a fear they couldn't face Tougher than '89 Laimbeer in the paint Posted, Chuck D coachin', never laid up City soil that made us 7 mile with the players, Puritan and PA-ers [?] where the bullets strayin' Fenkell where the bodies layin' 6th mile where them hollows sprayin' Woodward where they ain't playin' Schoolcraft you find that mayhem where hollows holler in the AM Gratiot where grandma's stayin' Neighborhood that's decayin' Niggas pockets is light so that light bill they're never payin' So fam don't let your lips talk, that could be your pitfall And get you sprayed on like murals on side of brick walls Dudes watchin' waitin' for you to get sloppy Like a hitman lurkin' in the shadows with his shotty Out here screamin' "Let's go", yeah my nigga X know City where the TECs blow but we ain't talkin' techno [Hook] [Verse 5: Sino] I'm stumblin' in my Detroit fitted, bitch Anybody want some beef then we with it, bitch Shit, see in the Mitten all my niggas 'bout that action Might be 30 niggas with me, every nigga with me packin' No fly zone, shit, just for pussies on that fuck shit Dirty glove, boy this ain't the city to be fucked with Shout out my uncle Trick, you get to trippin', he gon' dump quick My city verses everybody (you gotta kill everybody!) Boy, RIP to Blade, I hope he hear this I swear if Ron was free, he'd be the first nigga to kill this Street nigga, give me a ki and I'ma deal it Better give a nigga his cash or you can feel it What up Em, signed the city to Shady and fuck it They say the world is a bitch, I'ma keep on fuckin' it My city on my back and I'ma keep on runnin' it Still got that chopper on the back seat, ain't shit sweet, boy [Verse 6: Marv Won] 40287, I'm out that black bottom If they don't fuck with the boy, I bet the crack got 'em It's enough two faces here to attack Gotham And ain't nobody a ho until the MACs spot 'em Dot 'em, play possum, no brave option All of mine yay choppin' and K shoppin' The nerve this nigga here can play the part of a goon Transplant your killers if it ain't no heart in the room Wait 'til he sugar sharp and then throw salt in the wound These red beams'll turn your white party maroon I got a pair of gators that I hardly wear Nigga I will kill you over these Cartiers I got a couple bands with the dice on the floor When I was 9, boy I could tell you the price of a bow Listen, full length minks just to show we stuntin' Brother you know it's nothin' Nigga I'm Coleman Young'in, tell 'em! [Hook] [Verse 7: Payroll] I'm from the west side blocks where we roll in spots And have blow blowout sales to blow out a watch Young niggas gettin' popped cause of the clique they claim And in most homicides, it's a bitch to blame My future plan's to stay froze 'til my wrist complains If rap fails, I'm whippin' coke 'til the brick complains In the new 6 switchin' lanes, probably with big kis Ain't talkin' coffee when I say the trunk is where the big be You see that D right above where my lid be Can't trust a soul, well that's how these streets did me I bossed up from setbacks by luck, I rep that Ain't scared of nigga's shit, I'm from Detroit, I expect that [Verse 8: Hydro] Look I'm from Detroit, bitch Where we crack heads and we break bails Inspired by the dopeman that pack hammers and make sales Dreaming of a rollie, a coupe, a crib off of late trails They quick to take a trip with so much weight that it'd break scales Young boys wilding, with a chopper they'll make hail Screaming "fuck the cops" and quick to pop off like some fake nails Shout out to my strippers with 30 inches and fake tails And pounds of the cookie like I was running a bake sale Holla if you need it, I got it, just come and ask the man Try me and get cheddar on your hand just like a Packer fan Riding down your mama street with tints on a blacker van And turn your block into a war zone like we in Pakistan Nobody I can call on, it's ball or get balled on Wrists full of that shit you niggas can slip and fall on Why the fuck you hating us when we can put them all on? And they can help their little mans and they can hit the mall strong It's 7 Mile 'till I die, raised by some street niggas Fuck friends, ain't got none, I'm dolo with this heat, nigga Boogers in my watch face, my wrists be looking slimey Once I fuck she's like my seatbelt, I put that bitch behind me, nigga [Hook] [Verse 9: Big Gov] My timing was perfect, designed to be worshiped Like Jesus as a fetus Was destined to earn my stripes like Adidas Needless to say I'm the sniper Pick us off, niggas soft While they spitting bars in the middle of a cypher I'm from the same hood as Big Meech and Big T So miss me with ho shit or end up on this street Home of the big three; big cuffs, big guns, big chips Where broke niggas get hood rich off of quick flips I'm from the city where the bitches even gangster Suck a nigga dick, get her robbed, tell 'em thank you We don't fuck with you outsiders, learn who to talk to Or get stomped for feeling like the man when you walk through And I don't even walk around with my chest out But know it's drama when you see me with my vest out My next route is finding out where you rest at Catch you sleep, make the crime scene where you slept at And the next cat who disrespect my city on some rap shit I'm on his ass like cellulite on a fat bitch This shit is drastic and you ain't gotta ask if A nigga come disrespectful, he leaving out in a casket [Verse 10: Boldy James] Detroit VS everybody, that's me against the world I might not sell a cop, but who need a brick or girl? A thousand grams on my cock, later alligator Moist of the aviator, cardi sipping activator Never been a punk, faker or a lean whipper Steady packing eighters in a one paper king swish Concrete, definition of real street nigga Whole hood know that I'm the only real D nigga That really mean it when you hear me say I am Detroit Can hear it in my voice, my fault Em and Royce For being four days late turning my verse in But me and Ready Rock was in the spot putting that work in What was you doing before you ever touched your first ten? I was in the streets with my peeps getting them chirps in Text me when the work gone, I text him back the work end Tryna get my hands on the pack when they first in On my Captain Planet I possess earth, wind and fire But you being a liar is the worst sin Keep throwing rocks at the throne with a glass chin I'm still that same nigga on the corner with a half grin I never let these niggas use my ears for no trash cans Been selling dope for too long, it's time to cash in King James, before this rap shit I had street fame And the keys to the city on my key chain [Hook] [Verse 11: Kid Vishis] Whoever said Vishis phony, get to know me Our hollows'll make a rapper drop the mic, no diss to Joey Guns of all sizes, I fire and get smokey Riding with the biggest ratchet on the car dash, I call it Khloe You think you hard? I think you doughey His guts'll fall out looking like someone stuck a knife in a stoagie Homie, you owe me your life I'm Columbine balling, throwing a stripe Wiping you out and bounce like a thief in the night I now control machinery, it's like real steel Gun ductaped to the tires, that mean I will kill They say I'm fooling to 'em They asked me for a hot sixteen So I lit my notebook on fire and threw it to 'em Here's a DeJ Loaf punchline I kill your whole family and leave a red trail, that's your bloodline Try me, I bust nines Stick a clock in his mouth and make him chew Yeah, nigga, it's crunch time [Verse 12: Big Herk] We got them choppers, how a nigga with a knife gon' win? Y'all just shooting the breeze, they done let a cyclone in This what happen when little mama boys trapped grown men Lyrically ahead of my time like the iPhone 10 And why Detroit always get a bad name? My city ready to blow like we here to gas, mane These niggas thinking they dope, but their shit a tad lame Man, their pen and pad game more like Trinidad James Fuck you and whoever you run with I'm on that BS, I'm still in the middle with dumb shit I'm a beast, everything you hear me spit real tight Your flow wack, it's out of Egypt, nigga, it's real light (get it?) I'mma keep it real, niggas can't fuck with me It's like I contracted Ebola, they ain't touching me Detroit VS Everybody, niggas know we started that Now every city all across the world want a part of this [Hook] [Verse 13: Icewear Vezzo] Street niggas smarter than Kwame, bustin' hardbody Panorama fold up Porsche, let the car box me I know niggas ain't sold shit, they did armed robberies Rugrats buying out bottles and playing with old Tommy's East side, come to the zone, that's where the lions play Young niggas stepping on blow, that's where the tigers stay In my hood the first of the month, that shit a holiday These cemeteries meet their capacity every fathers day Hit a lick, keep all the work, get the stolie back Tell a jeweler don't say shit, just get the Rollie checked If them niggas bump one lip then get your homies wacked I swear that you knew my boss, bitch, I'm Tony Jack Real shooters run in the trap with them choppers out Heard them niggas bumping their gums, see what they talkin' 'bout In a spot with so much syrup, this bitch a waffle house Hit the pharma with so many scripts, could buy the doctors out [Verse 14: Detroit Che] I'm Detroit Che I'm as sick as some syphilis, sicker than Detroit hate If you come knocking then it's trick or treat I call up Tricky, load that shit then let that trigger squeeze That shit ain't sweet, I'm from the murder mitten Never thought my friend would've been a murder victim I'm in that van, I want revenge, I'm on some Kendrick shit I'm pissed off like a mistle, his dick's soft, he's ticked off, he can't get shit hard If you diss my city I will set it off with a motherfucking semi that's bigger than Big Sean Our city is Marshall Mathers on Adderall You better pray we not mad at all when them gats involved With swisher cap, we're flicking your fucking city off I'll bust your fucking noggin, you disrespecting my city, dawg I'm queen Che been on the throne for a minute Before the cypher I've been slicing dice, these hoes will admit it Bitch, I'm Slim Shady, we louder than M80's No, I'm just playing, hope he hears it, I'm just saying I'm a renegade, pussy sweeter than lemonade You'll never penetrate DeJ, tell these bitches to try me, I'mma demonstrate Vez, tell them that I got options, I'm a real estate On them properties like monopoly Detroit VS Everybody, I make a verse versus everybody Fuck your city, no fly zone, nigga, it's Detroit Che versus everybody Detroit vs everybody, it's Detroit vs everybody Fuck your city, no fly zone, nigga, it's my city versus everybody [Verse 15: Calicoe] (I just have to talk shit for a minute, man I have to get in my zone, man, huh It's the going, going, back, back to Cali, Cali, to Cali Cali) Cali Cali, that's where I get them cheaper at Your number like my number, I need a number I can reach you at Want my price, then you get a price, I want at least a stack You pay my flight, then you pay your flight, I'll meet you back Middle man in my own plug, I can teach you that Detroit vs everybody, who could compete with that? You thinking everybody zips slow cause they got a plug? My nigga, everybody zips slow cause I'm showing love So whenever you make a flip again just know I'm showing love If cash die, I'm on the strip again, just know I'm throwing dubs Big roochies on the Michelins, rolling A1 dubs Mind on my money, fuck a nigga tryna hold a grudge Them crabs in the bucket used to slow me up And now I'm sitting at the top and it's lonely as fuck Got 20 thousand for my red bottoms Cause I was standing in this blood after I headshot 'em, nigga [Verse 16: Diezel] It's me, bitch Mafia captain, OG, bitch 20 years, been Detroit vs whoever, nigga The right hand to the hand that be gettin' niggas Goon squad mafia, mobbin' For this dirty mothafucka, where it's my home And I love this mothafucka So I stood on the front line, ready for one time Duck some shots, and buck bled for my line All for the love of the palm of the dirty glove Every hood, every block, nigga one love 7 mile is the hood where I came up Pray the game keep it and get your weight up Bitch you better say us when you're talkin' 'bout next Detroit niggas stood up when put to the test Like what? Nigga, who? What the fuck Anybody wanna do? We ain't hear shit One army, one city, one sound It's Detroit, gon' shut shit down It's time to return the king his crown Fuck who got next, nigga we got now