Eminem - Detroit Vs. Everybody (ft. Royce da 5'9", Big Sean, Danny Brown, Dej Loaf, Trick Trick) (Audio, Lyric Video, Video) - Music Video
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Everybody" off Eminem's SHADYXV album.
The song features Royce da 5'9", Big Sean, Danny Brown, Dej Loaf, Trick Trick and was produced by Eminem & Statik Selektah.
Eminem - Detroit Vs.
Royce da 5'9", Big Sean, Danny Brown, Dej Loaf, Trick Trick) (prod.
Eminem & Statik Selektah) Watch Video Lyric Video Lyrics.
[Chorus: Dej Loaf] Tell 'em, if they want it They can come get that (static) I swear I love my city I just want less (static) See me, they salute me They ain't ready for that (static) Detroit vs.
Everybody [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Uh 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 gangbangin' or not It's simple as the alphabet, he F with me That G shall surely see, he definitely as 'bout it As retail fraud, he's weak, the honest gesture The trigger finger round the diamond tester, we tell flaw with heat The same soldier, it's me, myself and I Ridin' round shootin' my biopic in my autobiography Range Rover This ain't the squash beef state You thinkin' make-up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face The twin Eagles'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in an ambulance My pair'll shoot, like skydivin' in Hammer pants So call it siblin' 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 niggas been bitches, that's none of my business, but I don't sip tea (That's Nickel) Ridin' round 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? (Welcome to Detroit, motherfucka!) (Sean Don) [Verse 2: Big Sean] Boy, I need no halves and halves, I want the game in entirety Hundred percent cut; no stitches required Welcome to Detroit, where if you get that promotion Don't worry, man, them bullets will still be at your ass firin' (Brr, brr) 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 dog in the 'Vette (Swerve) Ahh! 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 (Net) Bitch, I'm the D, can't no offense dunk on me (Me) I'm Mr.
Big Shot, these hoes get drunk off me (Me) I'm over-respected My mama gated community's overprotective 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 Tryna 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, tryna get a little savings, yeah, a coupon (God) I spit that A1 every day, I'm hittin' new primes Now the stakes high, niggas surprised at the new lines Takin' down my number, like, "You still ain't got a new line?" (You still ain't got a new line?) Nah, it's the same, we 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 you 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: Dej Loaf] Tell 'em, if they want it They can come get that (static) I swear I love my city I just want less (static) See me, they salute me They ain't ready for that (static) Detroit vs.
Everybody [Verse 3: 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 niggas hit ya Put a stack on your head, you'll bleed a lake on Grand River If you think your hood harder, then I might beg to differ Know some killers pull the trigger for a Swisher and Miller If the blicka hit ya 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 Have K's in front of your school, but I ain't goin' to Kettering Cough up a lung, 313 where I'm from Xan got me cross-eyed like Bernstein’s son Any nigga try to copy, put a hole in his top It's us vs.
them, Detroit vs.
Everybody [Verse 4: 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 mothafuckin' trailer to tease me with But I flipped that script like a refill of 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 this 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 And if I'm crazy, I'll always be real Don't make me steal an eighteen-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 too 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 a track get spanked like he just did (Detroit!) I can't never leave this bitch Sick of bein' treated like we ain't 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 prob'ly wouldn't Wanna play with me neither, shit Seems to be reachin' its fever pitch Hundred and eighty degrees in here Shoulder blade full of 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 and geniusness inconvenience And for the record, you don't want this type of static In your life, when I'm makin' you cling to it May consider tryna reinsulate your windows May be in for another crazy winter ‘Cause so cold in the D, it is As days begin to tick away, but ain't this really What 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 babysitter 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: Dej Loaf] Tell 'em, if they want it They can come get that (static) I swear I love my city I just want less (static) See me, they salute me They ain't ready for that (static) Detroit vs.
Everybody [Outro: Trick Trick] What up though? It's the godfather Trick Trick You either ridin' with us or gettin' rolled on That means Detroit vs.
Everybody!! Hey, Em, let me get that instrumental Take it down to the hood Let the little homies get this remix crackin'! Detroit! Okay! [Produced by Statik Selektah] big sean