All Star Game DJ Butter (Ft. Proof & Wesley Valentine)

[Wesley Valentine talking]
Yeah, yeah you know who it be
313, Detroit City putting it on the map baby
That nigga Lil' B, the nigga Proof
DJ Butter, that nigga Bugz up in here
Uh huh, uh huh

[Wesley Valentine]
Coming through my hood showin off misusing your ice
You think twice
Is it really worth loosing your life
See I roll with them cats who about pocketing their cheese
Smackin other cats with the gat make them drop to they knees
In tropical trees niggas with me pack in heat
And their Glock gonna squeeze makin your life stop in your sleep
But you know I'm about crusin with the TV's stuck in the dash
Niggas like you they envy cause I'm always lussin for cash
And the rush will go fast if you not blockin my life
Blockin the ice of unfortunate let me go knock in your wife
Hang out the window of a limo then I'm yellin at hoes
If you catch me up in the regal then I'm sellin some O's
Bustin a shot up on your block leavin a shell in your toes
Stashin the Glock takin your knot then I bell for Nopose
Attached to Proof no longer now a nigga rollin solo
Let me just snatch in your group up and fuck up my last solo