Ghetto DEMF

Ayyo, left with the hood that I rep with
 From the side of the tracks in the area
 Where they might bury ya bare with a stare
 And 'em bullets'll flair in the air in hysteria
 Welcome to America's Detroit area
 Hoes that bit open up clothes in the streets
 And leave the cops in there fearing ya
 Cops in the area to knock off
 So drop when you hear the pop
 That mean it probably done popped off
 The only blaze when you are walking in the place
 While wearing some Cartiers and get a gun in your face
 And catch a bullet for shades, hold up yo
 Niggas like oh shit dawg you on some ho shit
 Ghetto DMF but you seeing more guns then glow sticks
 Black girl smoke shit, white girl coke strip
 Hung around niggas that didn't know shit
 Only knew the hustles...
 Talk ease my nigga, talk E's
 Getting hexed tell me get on them records and talk greasy
 Chicks like to get in the ear, talk sleazy
 Smile in your face, hate talk to CD
 If we ain't talking cheese then we ain't talking at all
 Please your bra wanna leave after seeing the car keys
 Now she's hanging off [?]
 Now what what
 Some Ghetto DMF shit
 Tell me what you niggas gonna do
 Ghetto DMF shit
 Riding around come through
 Ghetto DMF shit
 Put on with 'em for the crew
 Ghetto DMF shit
 You know, you know who
 Ghetto
 Some Ghetto DMF shit
 Tell me what you niggas gonna do
 Ghetto DMF shit
 Riding around come through
 Ghetto DMF shit
 Put on with 'em for the crew
 Ghetto DMF shit
 You know, you know who
 Ghetto
 Where all the buttnaked strippers at?
 She poppin' the trunk I'll but the shotty where her kittens at
 Speakers speaking up where I'm sitting at
 Nigga freak, nigga bagging bitches for a pic of that (what that thing smell like?)
 She ain't tryna hear it
 And I would check her ID she smell like teen spirit
 Hoes trap you wavy ghetto tek banging in the whip
 Godfather better get your bitch playing
 They ain't playing with you, better get your bitch playing
 Hit the stains watch the whole crowd turn to Rick Flairs
 Every thought I have is still the kick snare
 Everything I do is for this shit here
 Ladies on my nut hair
 You cut 'em once, you cut 'em off or cut 'em forever
 Scro and square, ho niggas pimpin' proper niggas getting pimped
 Be something like a hater pop a shot off on the bench
 That's why I don't get caught up in the mix
 New techniques, turn the tables
 Hit the D with a J lit
 Ghetto DEMF where the dealers with the base go
 When the bank slow, serving fiends getting pesos
 So Ghetto DMF shit