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[Intro: HoStyle]

Okay (Okay)

Woof Pac (Yeah)

Y'know (Fo' sho')

It's ya' dawg

We in the building

[Verse 1: HoStyle]

Now I'm back, who back? You back?

[?] black dude [?] rap

But move back, I'll slap you cats

Now who's that you laughing at

It can't be me

HoStyle wack? Nigga please I was cold back in '83

And I'm basically

Known to put a slut in a nigga chest plate with amazing speed

Why you hatin' G?

Playin' with me, I can see that you know I'm not for games

Me and y'all niggas not the same

You pop bottles, I'm poppin' thangs

That's fo' sho', ask your hoe

Even she know that the gats will blow

So pass the fo'

I'll leave a nigga laid out right there on the front grass with holes (See)

My niggas ridin'

And they don't care what we beefin' 'bout (You know)

They on your porch

And I [come out?] your door with heaters out

You done for fronting, the pumps is jumping

You better hide up under somеthing

Now why you act like run this something

Like thе Woof Pac is some punks or something

[Hook: HoStyle]

We so fo' real so why you hatin' us? (Hatin' Us)

We put yo' lights out, ain't no wakin' up (Wakin' up)

Kick in the door and then we [tape?] 'em up ([tape?] 'em up)

We stop the games and you can't play with us (Play with us)

[Verse 2: Moe Dirdee]

Okay it's on again, on again

Moe Dirdee, HoStyle and it's on again

Better hop on your phone again

Tell everyone my eyes on the top and I'm closing in now

I keep trees like an ounce of slide

Tell my boys so they can get high, bounce and ride

I don't smoke but I drink a lot

Think a lot, flirt a little, wink a lot

Chase dudes with minks a lot

With fake pistols that they think are Glocks

In the temple, it's simple

I got a bimbo nymphos down the street from [Timbo's?]

On Gratiot

They'll show up with bats of plastic to your house and trash it

That's if I really ask 'em to come after you

They'll fuck you good, put you to sleep then beat you black and blue (Nigga)

Rob the crib, bring back the cheese

Toss me a couple dollars then actually

Make the clothes vanish magically

They'll walk in the bedroom, not first, like after me

[Hook: HoStyle]

We so fo' real so why you hatin' us? (Hatin' Us)

We put yo' lights out, ain't no wakin' up (Wakin' up)

Kick in the door and then we [tape?] 'em up ([tape?] 'em up)

We stop the games and you can't play with us (Play with us)

(*Interlude*)

[Proof]

Yo yo yo man

Hand 2 Hand, raw uncut Detroit Hip-Hop baby (I.F.)

That's why we doing this out here

Shout out my man Reggie Dancer, you heard me?

Click click GREEDY

All my Detroit hustlas out there still gettin' bread

From the Hand 2 Hand tip, ayo

That's what it's all about, we hustlin' in this Hip-Hop game baby

LET'S GO!