[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