Lyrics of 'Welcome To 76 (feat. Sterling Toles)' by Boldy James

In the Metro Detroit area
There are thousands and thousands
And thousands and thousands (ConCreatures)
And more about to join now

(Welcome to 76)
Where very seldom do we run from the po's
Tell em welcome to my humble abode (welcome to 76)
It's the hell in where you get an award
For pullin' triggers, pullin' bullets apart (76)
Homicide detectives, decoys, the Colonel and sarge
Got a picture of in the middle of their bulletin board full of criminals
You get a reward for any info that you give
It's been sworn to secrecy

Once you snitch and inform them agencies
Trust ain't a issue no more, basically
'Specially with me, I can't fuck with you snitches, dawg
So stay away from me, fuck that upper peninsula
Fillin' the vacancy, tell me how could you testify?
And squeal on your familia, look at me dead in my retina
But ConCreatures live forever and cowards die a thousand deaths
You welcome to 76

In the streets that robbed me
Of my innocence and my childhood dreams (welcome to 76)
I got some 1-2, 3-4, 5-slot, heavy metal pokin' out (welcome to 76)
I got the drug-free school zone high
You are a child of the universe
No less than the trees and stars

Where it's ConCreatures, gorgonites
And poltergeists, but you gotta love us (welcome to 76)
Where the guns we shoot on cock (blaa)
Smell the barrel on this bolt lock, fuckin' cocksucker (6)
Got the drug-free school zone high
God, tell the devil Boldy want a spot if I gotta suffer
Got some 1-2, 3-4, 5-slot
Heavy metal pokin' out my side for you motherfuckin' sissies
Your boy an assassin, my city ain't no tourist attraction
This Detroit where shit happens
Cats get shot in their jibs
Extorted, kidnapped, or robbed for their yen
My ConCreature fam been known for causin' casualties
Don't eff with them boys off of McNichols
But come back to Detroit, sorry we missed you
With this northern hospitality
You welcome to 76

In the streets that robbed me
Of my innocence and my childhood dreams (welcome to 76)
I got some 1-2, 3-4, 5-slot heavy metal pokin' out (welcome to 76)
I got the drug-free school zone high
You are a child of the universe
No less than the trees and stars

Storm from the bottom of sieta
To the top of Six Mile, all my credits is cut
Sharpenin' ice picks in prison
Plus I'm harder than a lifer that's bitten it
Eye on your penitent purgatory
On a up north trip, the judge signin' permission slips
Hit the Mary J. Blige and reminisce about the Section 8
Housin' and cribs for rent
We was selling weight out of it with pistol grips
Even when your neighbors was out of it, we kept the shit
So when they say it's a drought comin', I don't trip
I just wait and I rob niggas who holding
He tried to hold his breath and we drowned him
Overstepped his boundaries and wasn't (welcome to 76)

You are a child of the universe
No less than the trees and stars