Stay True To Your City - Natas

Stay true to ya city

Ain’t it a pity when they flip?

Comin' from Detroit

But they all on another city dick

But I ain’t goin' out like that

'Cause Detroit city is where it’s at

Mothafuckas get on and get strong

Comin' from the D-Town

But when they get out they say

«See ya 'round»

Flip-flop, hip-hop

Tell me how ya livin'

My city gave to you

Tell me what you givin' to my city

Mothafuck the radio and mix the show

All they can do for me is suck a nigga dick, yo

Tell me what’s up with that

Matter fact grab my nutsack

Niggas can’t fuck with that

I got the funk, I got the funk

The mothafuckin' funk

I got the mothafuckin' funk

Headhunter finna hunt down heads

Redrum mothafucka 'cause I want yo ass dead

Now ain’t that a pity?

My attitude’s shitty

I chopped off a gangsta bitch titty

Fuck Eliot Ness, I’m down with Frank Nitty

Uh to the diddy diddy

And stayin true to my city

They got my attitude kinda shitty

Skipped to anotha city

Lookin' for pity

You gets none of that shit called love

From a nigga that hates ya

Boo-yah!

I gotta waste ya

Down in Detroit

Home of that Reel Life sound

Stay yo ass out my stompin' grounds

Born and raised, but ya raised up

Gotta go, gotta go, so let a hoe be a hoe

Let him roll with the punches let him get smacked

Runaway rapper man, never come back

Puttin' pain on your brain 'til your brain’s numb

Forgot who you was, forgot where you came from

Punk, I’m from the home of the brave

You skip town like a runaway slave

Gotta make your shit sell, so you sell your soul 'n shit

Crossed over and missed

I go back to back

Where the hoe?

Where the bitch nigga like that?

Gotta keep his shit phat

I’m from the place where it’s at

Mo' cracks, mo' jacks

Mo' blacks, mo' facts

Back to back

I stay true to my city

Much love for my city

My city got love for me

Ain’t no way in the world I’mma sell out, G

Like a bitch I know

Who crossed over, flip-flopped

Tried to come home and got her ass dropped

Ain’t no shame, ain’t no shame to the shit I kick

Got lost in the fog and jumped on another city dick

Dick sucka, mothafucka, case closed

True to the game, true to my city, hoes

Mo' funk, Motown

Dead bodies in my trunk and they bump like Pony Down

I get around like 2 Pac

See the fake mothafuckas every day on the Jukebox

But ya never see me on the TV

A real-ass nigga comin straight from the D, TNT

Showin' no mercy, showin' no pity

And stayin' true to my city