Detroit. Motown. Hey, guess what? They gave us a soup bowl this year. And you know what happened. Robbin', shootin', killin', murder. Murder, murder. Robbin', shootin', killin', murder. Murder, murder. Hit it up, M-E-D-U-P. Ski mag, black truck. Dicky outfit, passenger side. It's your grip, homie. *** it, I just did two lines. A chrome tech line, it'll tell niggas fine. It's a party, go ahead and have fun. Cause after it's over, all you gon' hear is... Shootin', blastin', hittin' the floor. Ten thousand in the safe. ***, I'm bout to score. Cause I'm dangerous, off angel dust. ***, I'll bust, even a nigga that came with us. And this is for my niggas that be robbin' and stealin'. Car jackin', murder ones, and ***in' drug dealin'. Robbin', shootin', killin', murder. Murder, murder. Robbin', shootin', killin', murder. Murder, murder. I stumble in the club, blow the nine millimeter cock. Somethin's tellin' me to stop. *** it, I don't see the cost. Niggas don't believe until they see it's out. Stupid mother***ers wanna take the scenic route. Now the heat is out. Bitches scream like I pulled my penis out. Beggin' me to put that big mother***er away. But the demon's out, everybody on the floor. Come out of that mink, come out of them diamonds, and you come out of that velour. The party is over, shut the *** down. Cut the music, matter of fact, turn it back up. ***, I can use it, I need the noise. In case I have to let a couple off. Saw another icy chain, walked over and tugged it off. Give me that butter soft. And since you buyin' out the bar, you can buy my drinks for the day and tomorrow. I'm out for the paper, my homie better hide the jewels. I'm in the game starvin', I ain't playin' by the rules, nigga. Robbin', shootin', killin', murder. Murder, murder. Robbin', shootin', killin', murder. Murder, murder. It's the real.