Surf & Turf

Where we at with it?
 Blockworks, let's get it
 Slums of Detroit,
 Drugs from the port,
 Plugged with the source
 Gun in my shorts,
 Blood was the sport
 Jumped from the porch,
 Hung like a horse,
 Ones with the Force
 Drunk in a Porsche,
 Trunk full of corpse
 Dump with the torch,
 Run for the Ford,
 Love for my daughter
 Son was the fourth,
 Youngin' on the run with a warrant
 Motherfuck a judge and the courts,
 Club full of dorks
 Got it out the mud in my 'ports, had to let the love run its course
 Cousin up North,
 Plugged in New York
 Plugged on the Coast
 Doves and them storks
 Tub full of dope
 Road trips to Ypsi', what's good with the coke?
 Real niggas like Nipsey give a hood nigga hope
 Dub with the smoke, got about a dub in my coat
 Ain't even on the flyer but think I'm in love with the host
 Glove on the toast
 This for all my cousins and folks
 Bloods and my locs, they know I'ma thug 'til I croak
 That's how we comin'
 Overlord status, I be slummin'
 My son think that I don't love 'em, he don't know his daddy thuggin'
 Said, "I been out here since a youngin'"
 Runnin' up a check, thumbin' stuffing hundreds in that Drummond
 These niggas know that's how we comin'
 It ain't no future in your frontin' when my shooters get to dumbin'
 You know my crew ain't missin' nothin'
 Over them bloopers and them pumpkins, niggas know that's how we comin'
 1st through the 3rd, 15th through the 31st
 31 3rd, big 3, and my dirty squirt
 Burnin' sherm, me and Nick Speed, here you heard it first
 Curtis Curb, niggas cook beef like it's surf & turf
 You know we swerve and purr, slicker than fish grease
 Them early worms get the birds with the big beaks
 Shit got your bitch workin' my nerves out in Twin Peaks
 Gin neat, olive martinis, we don't mix drinks
 Big links, only built for Cubans, think I'm big Meech
 I been brickin', now I need that Cuban with the big sink
 I been street, was me, Nut, and J-9, now we in deep
 When it's just me, it's just me and my 9, feel like I'm 10 deep
 On the Warren, planted in the hood, feel like Big Squeak
 Off of Forest, dancin' with them Wolves, niggas been sheep
 The hood want the music, trying not to let this shit leak
 My son tryna fill my shoes, but daddy got some big feet
 (You've got some pretty big shoes to fill)
 Overlord status, I be slummin'
 My son think that I don't love 'em, he don't know his daddy thuggin'
 Said, "I been out here since a youngin'"
 Runnin' up a check, thumbin' stuffing hundreds in that Drummond
 These niggas know that's how we comin'
 It ain't no future in your frontin' when my shooters get to dumbin'
 You know my crew ain't missin' nothin'
 Over them bloopers and them pumpkins, niggas know that's how we comin'
 Came with the Crips, came with the 'scrip, churn up the grits
 Can't never slip, thang on the hip
 Burst from the whip, drive-by shooter
 Autopilot when I bye-bye losers
 Look mama, no hands
 Look mama, mo' bands
 Big house, mo' land, lil' Vince a grown man,
 Came with his own plan
 No friends wanna pop me
 Homie you can't stop me
 Thuggin' with the Wop, burning up Del Amo swap meet
 You know who the opps was, ain't nobody shot me
 But I shot, mm, hmm, hmm, maybe 'bout three
 Wasn't doin' too much
 I done made a few bucks
 I can get you Ku Klux'd, underneath the white sheet
 Off the porch with hot feet, could've ran a 40 in a 4-flat
 .44, snub nose, homie let me hold that
 I ain't never shoot it though
 Trade it for a deuce-five and a Sidekick slide
 Put that shit on Tiny Scrap, pulled up where they find me at
 Shot and then we fired back, almost hit the gray Benz
 Send it to Atlanta, got the Tesla with the gray rims
 Try me, I'ma put you on a stretcher, that's on gangland
 The breaking news tonight is that two people,
 According to Detroit Police,
 Were shot inside which prompted all of this
 At this Citgo gas station, here on 8 Mile
 Camero, doesn't have a headlight on,
 And somebody if not a couple people could be
 Running out of this vehicle, one, two, three