I'm From the "D"

[Hook: ?]

Let me take you to a place you wanna be

This place I'm talking about is called the 313 (Eastside to westside)

What up though?

Let's go to the liquor store

Runnin' from the popo

That's all we know, bro

'Cause I'm from the D

'Cause I'm from the D

'Cause I'm from the D (Southwest, what up?)

'Cause I'm from the D

That's all we know

[Verse 1: Bizarre]

Forty-five, been uh in Toledo, four hours from the shop

What the hell, what up, though?

And believe I'm your guy

I'm the guy with the work

The guy that show you around

The guy that got the pounds

Call on me when it's goin' down

Smoking on the gas, so my [?] all choked

With the Air Force One on the Alpa sidecoast

My city, so shitty, so tough, so grimy

I'll cope, hot hoes, catalysts, don't remind me We sit around arguin' that Coney Island's the best

I say lines on 7 Mile and Gilpress

Detroit believe that we gon' make it

And they don't give it to us, we gon' take it

Awesome Drake and the hardcore committee

Prince Vince, the home of the Motor City

And Detroit most wanted I was about nine

Mercer and Samir, a day without a rhyme

[Hook: ?]

Let me take you to a place you wanna be

This place I'm talking about is called the 313

What up though?

Let's go to the liquor store

Runnin' from the popo

That's all we know, bro

'Cause I'm from the D

'Cause I'm from the D

'Cause I'm from the D

'Cause I'm from the D

That's all we know

[Verse 2: Swifty McVay]

I'm from a city of blood, city of drugs, city of slugs

Where cops show no pity for thugs

Where they raid the dope spot and put your face on the rough

And the beef is spontaneous, especially a club

Violence is unpredictable like J-Fox

They spot guns out here

Don't come out here if your gun's not near

You can get got here, stop there

'Cause this happens everyday

Where them boys rock bottom and the street lords play

Can't forget Slum Village, R.I.P. J Dilla

We strive to make Skrilla

Get your paper, fat killer

Time to make cheese, 'cause the city needs us

To carry the torch, we gettin' too old

But it's beef stuff, ease up

Peace to Isham and ICP

Even Royce 5'9", it's all good with me (What's up homie?)

'Cause it's one thing we learn from the homeboy P

We all still represent the D

[Hook: ?]

Let me take you to a place you wanna be

This place I'm talking about is called the 313

What up though?

Let's go to the liquor store

Runnin' from the popo

That's all we know, bro

'Cause I'm from the D

'Cause I'm from the D

'Cause I'm from the D

'Cause I'm from the D

That's all we know

[Verse 3: Kuniva]

What up Doe, I'm 7 Mile, born and raised

In the morning smokin' haze, with [?] twice my age

Dice is played, it's safer if you lose

Young entrepreneur, if I ain't gotta go to school

I play horseshoes, then get drunk with the junkies

And I'm only twenty minutes from another country

See me on the island, don't be lookin' at us ugly

Just pay homage, you peep the cops, fuck runnin'

Just acknowledge the iron fist

J.D. and Slum Village

And Proof is compared to Coleman Young

Be the truth, the city of gators

Keep major, paper chasers

So respect these great lakes and this Motor City flavor

Pony down your neighbor

And watch me Earl Flynn into your roof cave

From the days of the YBI

We ride thick from the BK

On down to Maserati Rick

The D

[Hook: ?]

Let me take you to a place you wanna be

This place I'm talking about is called the 313

What up though?

Let's go to the liquor store

Runnin' from the popo

That's all we know, bro

'Cause I'm from the D

'Cause I'm from the D

'Cause I'm from the D

'Cause I'm from the D

That's all we know