A thug changes, and love changes

And best friends become strangers

A thug changes, and love changes

Yo, uh

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 acting live

I'm like a young ass Michael from the Jackson Five (HEE HEEE)

But you don't feel me, the industry for years been trying to kill me

Me and my niggas stay in the cracks like roaches

Always running from the Raids when the cops approaches

Man my style is just too ferocious

Been spitting 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'm a tell you how they tried to play me

How my city betrayed me, made me fucking go crazy

Made me carry the AK in the back with my base

This worlds so cold

I'm a let you know

You can't get away with trying to steal my flow

In eighty eight 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, spending bank with Gregg Riley

Even though we was moving units every day

Still gots no love or radio play

Maybe because I won't pay payola

Known in the streets for moving yoca cola

Me and my brother, trying 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'm a sing the 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

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 saying her hairs real but it's a weave

Feminem is a style

She-12 is an age

She lives across 8 mile, but still can get gauged

Kill the fetus, please believe this, word to Jesus

I got niggas with the blowoff in they freezers

Facts is facts and fictions fictions

If you can't take the heat stay up out the kitchen

I remember dropping Hellter Skkkelter

Before Devil's Night, I could of burned down the shelter

We was bumping Awesome Dre

Representing Detroit way before you meant Dr. Gay

All my underground niggas up at C Notes

Open mic spitting wicked shit that we wrote

There wasn't no East to West Coast

Just Awol, Rap Mafia, DJ Eazy B and Los

This worlds so cold

I'm a let you know

You can't get away with trying to steal my flow