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letra de stay true to your city - natas

[esham]
stay true to ya city
ain’t it a pity when they flip?
comin’ from detroit
but they all on another city d-ck
but i ain’t goin’ out like that
’cause detroit city is where it’s at
mothaf-ckas get on and get strong
comin’ from the d-town
but when they get out they say
“see ya ’round”
flip-flop, hip-hop
tell me how ya livin’
my city gave to you
tell me what you givin’ to my city
mothaf-ck the radio and mix the show
all they can do for me is suck a n-gg- d-ck, yo
tell me what’s up with that
matter fact grab my n-ts-ck
n-gg-s can’t f-ck with that
i got the funk, i got the funk
the mothaf-ckin’ funk
i got the mothaf-ckin’ funk
headhunter finna hunt down heads
redrum mothaf-cka ’cause i want yo -ss dead
now ain’t that a pity?
my att-tude’s sh-tty
i chopped off a gangsta b-tch t-tty
f-ck eliot ness, i’m down with frank nitty
uh to the diddy diddy
and stayin true to my city

[mastamind]
they got my att-tude kinda sh-tty
skipped to anotha city
lookin’ for pity
you gets none of that sh-t called love
from a n-gg- that hates ya
boo-yah! i gotta waste ya
down in detroit
home of that reel life sound
stay yo -ss out my stompin’ grounds
born and raised, but ya raised up
gotta go, gotta go, so let a hoe be a hoe
let him roll with the punches let him get smacked
runaway rapper man, never come back
puttin’ pain on your brain ’til your brain’s numb
forgot who you was, forgot where you came from
punk, i’m from the home of the brave
you skip town like a runaway slave
gotta make your sh-t sell, so you sell your soul ‘n sh-t
crossed over and missed
i go back to back
where the hoe? where the b-tch n-gg- like that?
gotta keep his sh-t phat
i’m from the place where it’s at
mo’ cracks, mo’ jacks
mo’ blacks, mo’ facts
back to back
i stay true to my city

[tnt]
much love for my city
my city got love for me
ain’t no way in the world i’mma sell out, g
like a b-tch i know
who crossed over, flip-flopped
tried to come home and got her -ss dropped
ain’t no shame, ain’t no shame to the sh-t i kick
got lost in the fog and jumped on another city d-ck
d-ck sucka, mothaf-cka, case closed
true to the game, true to my city, hoes
mo’ funk, motown
dead bodies in my trunk and they b-mp like pony down
i get around like 2 pac
see the fake mothaf-ckas every day on the jukebox
but ya never see me on the tv
a real–ss n-gg- comin straight from the d, tnt
showin’ no mercy, showin’ no pity
and stayin’ true to my city

- natas

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