Artist: Eminem, Royce Da 5'9", Big Sean, Danny Brown, Dej Loaf, Trick Trick Album: Shady XV Song: Detroit Vs. Everybody Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Trick Trick] Detroit! [Chorus: Dej Loaf] + (Trick Trick) Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (static!) I swear I love my city, I just want a lil' (static!) See me, they salute me, they ain't ready for that (static!) Detroit vs. Everybody~! [Royce Da 5'9"] I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree All these females need to email to make noise and now things changin a lot He fuck with my authority Then he shall see shells but not by the seashore if he gang bangin or not It's simple as the alphabet He F with me that G shall surely see/C, he definitely is 'bout it It's retail fraud, he's weak The honest gesture, the trigger finger 'round the diamond tester, we tail flaw with heat The same soldier It's me myself and I ridin 'round shootin my biopic and my autobiography, Range Rover This ain't the squash beef state You thinkin makeup, we thinkin Lark Voorhies face The twin Eagles'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in an ambulance My pair'll shoot/parachute like skydivin in Hammer pants So call it sibling rivalry Take his life, call it the unforgivable robbery A wise man told me that holdin a grudge is like lettin somebody just live inside of your head rent-free (Real talk!) I don't got time to evict these clowns Y'all niggaz been bitches, that's none of my business but I don't sip tea (That's Nickel) Ride around his block All he know is pitfalls, that's why he always climbin out his drop (I got a question) Do you wanna ride or die? (Whatupdoe) [Trick Trick] Yeah welcome to Detroit motherfucker! (Detroit!) [Big Sean] Sean Don Boy I need no halves and halves, I want the game in entirety 100 percent cut, no stitches required Welcome to Detroit where if you get that promotion Don't worry, man them bullets'll still be at yo' ass firin I still call it safe, I would suck if I was umpirin Boy I hit the beat and just treat that shit like a diary I'm offended if you hear my new shit and you ain't rewindin me Self made, I never needed your bail or a wire, see I'm never callin collect, I call to collect My homie wanted a Chevy so I put my dawg in the 'vette Hah, plus I'm so loyal that that paper boy is all that I fetch If the ball in my hand then the ball in the net Bitch I'm the D, can't no offense dunk on me I'm Mr. Big Shot, these hoes get drunk off me I'm over-respected, my momma gated community's over-protective So futuristic I'm already over my next bitch Reminiscin on listenin to 50 fifty times a day Back when tenth grade was like fifty days away Tryin to get paid fifty ways a day Used to put fifty on the layaway, now my closet +Fifty Shades of Grey+ 26 and I done lived a lifetime a few times From futons to Grey Poupons In church tryin to get a little savings, yeah coupons I spit that A1 e'ry day, I'm hittin new primes Now the steaks/stakes high, niggaz surprised at the new lines Takin down my number like, "You still ain't got a new line?" Naw it's the same, we've been laborin for years I know it took way longer than nine months but fuck it, it's all in due time I turned a blunt to a roach with dreams of bein a Beatle Don't want to, I need to, ya gotta learn to keep it cerebral When ya come up in a place where everyone got a piece but ain't peaceful This is just part one, wait 'til the sequel (let's go!) Lil' bitch [Chorus] [Danny Brown] Comin from them streets where they thirsty, starvin to eat Just a step away from failin, that's why they call it the D Arguably the whole reason for all of this honesty Honestly no honor roll, but honored up in them streets Cause I'm a Linwood nigga, them young niggaz hit ya Put a stack on your head, you'll bleed a lake on Grand River And to think y'all hood harder then I might beg to differ Know some killers pull the trigger for a Swisher and Miller In a blink I'll hit your kisser, bet yo' ass not rememberin They say my city's tougher than two fat bitches scissorin So nigga I'm a veteran, retire my letterman Had K's in front your school but I ain't go to no Kettering Cough up a lung, 3-13 where I'm from Gan' got me cross-eyed like Bernstein's son Any nigga try to copy, put a hole in his top It's us vs. them [Trick Trick] Detroit vs. Everybody, yeah! [Eminem] Lately it seems as if it's me against the world Like it was, before my life became a movie And they used to use my motherfuckin trailer to tease me with But I flip that script like a refiller, painkillers to pop the lid off that safety seal It made me feel amazing, Navy SEAL of bravery And if I may reiterate I ain't even need a script, ain't bein conceited but I made it to radio, eat a dick, I still never ABC the shit Mainstream appeal but the skill is what made me iller since before they called Jay Dee "Dilla" I was daydreamin one day I would be the shit And if I ever end up escapin these streets I swear that I would stay here still in it I'm crazy, I'll always be real uh, don't make me steal an 18-wheeler Break all of my friends out of here and take 'em straight to the Mercedes dealer Peel off back to the same block that we came from on a rampage, you crazy for me to flip What's makin you think I need a switch? Cause I'm Adrian Peterson, when he's ragin and heated and, on the way to go beat his kid? On the track get spank like he just did (DETROIT!) I can't never leave this bitch Sick of bein treated like me and shit But Jesus I can see just why people quit callin me to do features and them cyphers on BET cause if I wasn't me, I probably wouldn't wanna play with me neither, shit Seems to be reachin this fever pitch, 180 degrees in here Tryin to wait for the cedar chips MC's just bit off more than they can chew like a face full of Swedish Fish, or Lorena with two penises Hateful ingenious, this inconvenience And for the record you won't want this type of static in your life when I'm makin you cling to it Then consider tryin to reinsulate you when it's maybe in for another crazy winter Cause so cold in the D it is - as days begin to tick away But ain't this what really made me into the angry bitter blonde, but ain't we sick of bein underdogs? Don't make me unleash this shit, release this Pit, may even seem as if I'm yankin your chain a bit or maybe the way in which I'm sayin shit is playin with you, but ain't shit changin, it's still the same shit And Shady's still a lady killer since the day I went insane and then attacked the baby-sitter with a potato peeler, and mushed her face into the entertainment center It's like another plane just entered into Ukraine again or the Bermuda Triangle and attempted to make a safe descent Awaiting anyone who ain't affiliated, it could be danger Did you make arrangements with the gangsters 'fore you came here? And if they mention us [Chorus] [Outro: Trick Trick] Whatupdoe, it's the godfather Trick Trick You either ridin with us, or gettin rolled on That mean Detroit vs. EVERYBODY! Hey Em, let me get that instrumental, take it down to the hood Let the lil' homies get this remix crackin Detroit! OKAY! {*echoes*}