Ghetto DEMF Black Milk (Ft. Quelle Chris)

[Verse 1: Black Milk]
Ayyo, left with the hood that I rep with
From the side of the tracks in the area
Where they might bury ya bare with a stare
And 'em bullets'll flair in the air in hysteria
Welcome to America's Detroit area
Hoes that bit open up clothes in the streets
And leave the cops in there fearing ya
Cops in the area to knock off
So drop when you hear the pop
That mean it probably done popped off
The only blaze when you are walking in the place
While wearing some Cartiers and get a gun in your face
And catch a bullet for shades, hold up yo
Niggas like oh shit dawg you on some ho shit
Ghetto DMF but you seeing more guns then glow sticks
Black girl smoke shit, white girl coke strip
Hung around niggas that didn't know shit
Only knew the hustles...
Talk ease my nigga, talk E's
Getting hexed tell me get on them records and talk greasy
Chicks like to get in the ear, talk sleazy
Smile in your face, hate talk to CD
If we ain't talking cheese then we ain't talking at all
Please your bra wanna leave after seeing the car keys
Now she's hanging off [?]
Now what what