[Intro]
Uh, yo..
A thug changes, and love changes
And best friends become strangers
A thug changes, and love changes
Yo, uh..
[Verse 1]
Can it be, that I stayed away for too long?
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
Baby ain`t no need to pretend I ain`t actin` live
I`m like a young ass Michael from the Jackson Five
HEE HEE! But you don`t feel me
The industry for years been tryin` to kill me
Me, and my niggaz stay in the cracks like roaches
Always runnin` from the raids when the cops approach us
Man my style is just too ferocious
Been spittin` potent dope for years, that`s why I overdoses
Now I`m gonna tell you how it all began
Before Eminem, before all of them
I`ma tell you how they tried to play me
How my city betrayed me, made me fuckin` go crazy
Made me carry the AK in the back with my bay-bays
Yeah..
[Hook]
This world`s so cold, I`ma let you know
You can`t get away with tryin` to steal my flow
[Verse 2]
In `88, I set up shop before Detroit had shock
Kid Rock never rode a bike down my block
Remember Homie The Clown?
And that`s about the time ICP put it down
Detroit`s most wanted, K-Ice and Maistro and Smiley
I was at the Disk, spendin` bank with Gregg Riley
Even though we was movin` units every day
Still gots no love or radio play
Maybe because I won`t pay payola
Known in the streets for movin` yoca cola
Me and my brother, tryin` to get up out the ghetto
Take care of my mother, cause I love her
It was no Hip-Hop Shops or freestyle battles
Only a city full of snakes that rattle
Remember, sugar is sugar and salt is salt
If they didn`t sell records, it`s not my fault
I used to watch the scene with Natt Morris
I dedicate this to Detroit, now I`ma sing the chorus
[Chorus]
So high, you can`t get over it
So high, you can`t get over it
So low, that`s why I`m holding it
So low, that`s why I`m holding it
[Verse 3]
Boss up, a real soldier learn to take orders
So his game is still pulled through in the fourth quarter
I know you can`t believe that you`ve all been decieved
It`s like a girl sayin` her hair real but it`s a weave
Feminem is a style, She-Twelve is an age
She lives across 8 mile, but still can get gauged
KKKill the fetus, please believe this, word to Jesus
I got niggaz with the blowoff in they freezers
Facts is facts and fiction`s fiction
If you can`t take the heat, stay up out the kitchen
I remember droppin` Hellter Skkkelter
Before Devil`s Night, I could`ve burned down the Shelter
We was bumpin` Awesome Dre
Representin` Detroit way before you met Dr. Gay
All my underground niggaz up at c Notes
Open mic, spittin` wicked shit that we wrote
There wasn`t no East to West Coast
Just Awol, Rap Mafia, DJ Eazy B and Los
[Hook]
This world`s so cold, I`ma let you know
You can`t get away with tryin` to steal my flow
