Push It To The Limit

This for them Dexter/Linwood niggas
This for them Seven Mile niggas

Fuck the roaring twenties, the eighties roared louder
No drought in Detroit, everybody had powder
B.K.'s and Flynns never reached the height of the dope game
Wasted too much time in shoot outs, them niggas gang-banged
But the mobs that was with it.. got filthy rich
From nothing to lots, they got filthy rich
Before Detroit was filled with wannabe Bloods and Crips
Y.B.I. and pony down was moving cocaine zips
Y.B.I. started on Dexter.. stretched all over west
Big Boy Butch Jones not the one you want test
They were the biggest and baddest Y.B.I. was bad news
Had beef with Leroy and the Pony Down crew
Stealing Y.B.I. custos, dropped the price on the work
Planted their flag in the middle of Y.B.I. turf
They knew it was going to be war.. right from the start
Beef wit' Y.B.I. you crazy or you had mad heart
The Y.B.I. hit squad, Dino and Kirk McGirk
Blood thirsty ass niggas, that'll put you in the dirt
If Y.B.I. was MacDonald’s.. Pony Down was Burger King
Leroy challenged butch cause he wanted to be King
Seven Mile and Murray Hill, paper’d up on chill
Say the wrong thing and you was bound to get killed
Push it to the limit, doing the shit well
Stealing Y.B.I. workers and stealing their clientele
Y.B.I., as you know, was crew of hustlers
Cause B.K.'s and Flynns was busy killing up each other
Getting that paper.. like they was ’spose to do
Eighty-four, eighty-three, and year eight-two
And even before that.. waaay back to the seventies
Forty deep at Cedar Point looking like celebrities
“Max Julien” coats, Adidas and campaign hats
Open up the limit, push it to the max
It was Y.B.I. influenced the Chambers brothers
Which later hit movie screens as the “Cash Money Brothers”
Damn, I feel old.. I'm showing my age
These new Detroit goons hardly heard of these legendary names
Fight for the WestSide... who controlling the turf
Moving “GQ”, “Devil’s Dust”, and “Papa Smurf”
Butch was doing' good.. and Leroy was jealous of what he had
He wanted the money and the power, OUUUH! He wanted it bad
Other click set up in non-Y.B.I. territory
But them Pony Down niggas want the war story glory
Can we talk for a minute? Let me break it down like Tevin
They went at it, like the “Eastside 12” and the “Westside 7”
It was like a game of duck hunt, hit your rivals wit’ a Tec
Four finger rings and dooky link chain on they necks
Guns and drugs, taxi cabs lawyer fees.. a no-brainer
W. Otis Culpepper and Steve Fishman on retainer
Thousands in cash, from a brown paper bag
Fifty-thousand addicts in Detroit how big was the bag
The Pony’s expanded more from Y.B.I.’s 83 conviction
When most of the gang's leaders was sent to prison
Like blood thirsty wolves them Pony niggas turned up the heat
Brought the war to niggas’ doorstep, on they own street
The Ponys? They was on that "get down or lay down"
Either you die here today or say “I Pony Down”
YBI turf they was trying take it all
The Brewsters the Gardens they wanted it all
But it was still some niggas loyal to Y.B.I
Who was going to give it up without a fight
Enforcers from the “A-Team”
Hopped out of cars and sprayed things
And all three victim shot, was still in their teens
The killings went back and forth like game of ping-pong
Black-on-Black violence, it’s the same old song
Killing after killing situations be hostile
Relationships in the drug world are extremely volatile
Motor City madness where it's all about the cheese
In the summertime out on the corners making G's
The eighties was the explosion of the black street gang
And with it came a shitload of money from cocaine
Dangerous, successful, a violence-prone
Leroy called himself the “new and improved Butch Jones”
He was able to take the throne, for a minute he was the king
His aggressive leadership was a hundred million dollar thing
You can fight rival dealers, but the feds? Ain’t no fighting
It all ended with a thirty-five person, fifty count indictment
Damn.. he pushed it to the limit