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Yeah, we from the Census Bureau
Haha, Ave
We lookin' for yo'
D 12, yo' momma at?
Miko, where yo' at?
Young Zee, hey Dame, yo' momma at?
I wanna fuck bitch, her stankin' ass
Hey 'em yo' momma at? Yo

You know me, Denaun the same ol'
I paint your car up like Rain-O nigga
See me and you are sorta the same I guess
We both rock but yours is into our chest

You can't do nuttin' to me, Runyan unruly
And truly this ain't a movie, you get with the tooly
So the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy
To steal every car in vicinity, you feelin' me?

it back to when Das EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wild
Piggity-pow, be out
You really want war, I'm chillin' at your door
This uzi have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor

I be a punk, my daddy wasn't none
I lose a after school and I came home and got one
You reap what you sow, shit you oughta know
I keep it on the flo' under the seat, I a hoe

You know it's a while but we feelin' it now
The rough sound muh'fucker, killin' it now
Goddamn, you want no problems B
Get your name in the obituary sheet

It's that same ol' shit, back again
Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack
Hit the weed, guzzle Corona, pass the Gin
Better duck 'cause they back bustin' again

A case indeed, stronger than a can of mace
Slap you in the face while you patty-cakin' seed
I'll be makin' all these niggaz take a beam
And put it on my head

You don't be takin' heed, you probably idol the
Havin' meetings to what I said
Liable to have you in a medical
Walk in that bitch with a cell phone turn it on

Got a chrome that be fuckin' up worse than I
You would that I'm a Gemini
I a guy for nothin', eye to eye
And I ain't gotta touch them niggaz face soon as I say

Got a pump that'll tear your arm quick, when I a carcass
You think you in Death Row's office
I'm ill enough to fall in the of moshpits
Survive and I'm gettin' up high a flaw bitch

You it's been a while but we feelin' it now
The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz it now
Goddamn, you don't want no B
Get your in the obituary column sheet

It's that same ol' shit, back again
Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack
Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, the Gin
Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats

I'm a dog on the mic that'll brawl out Christ
Get to cappin' at your captain 'til he fall life
I'm all outta nice, nigga your chain
Put in your head and finger-fuck your brain

Fool fuck this game, I'm at coach
Momma dropped me on my head and knew somethin' was broke
I ain't feelin' nothin' you wrote so I'm your throat
Show up at the hospital and punchin' your folks

I'm a uzi arms and legs
Duty calm your man, my tooly bomb his head
You wanna take what my 40-cal you bitch-made
the right game so yo' ass can get laid

The fuck down, I don't a fuck now, whassup?
Talkin' 'bout "Clappin'", quit actin', you bust nuts
Don't get it twisted at the gates, the name is
And I'ma kill every man that came you

Yeah, yeah, knock knock, guess who up?
44-mag and your whole door up
Pink shower cap and yellow
My dick's so small, I can pee on my own

When it to pussy, Bizarre goes to work
That's why my mouth smell like hot and yellow Persh
So tell your momma hit me on my phone
I ain't home, I'm so wet gettin' stoned Norah Jones

You know been a while but we feelin' it now
The rough muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now
Goddamn, you don't want no B
Get your name in the obituary column

It's same ol' shit, niggaz back again
Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack
Hit the weed, guzzle Corona, pass the Gin
Better 'cause they back bustin' gats again

Yo, I chuck daily, a six-man crew that's born crazy
A triple O.G. like Deee
I stay sparkin', I got a attitude
I step on your shoes and say pardon, be cautious

Hidin' the one-time, nutty as I wanna be
Wild and disorderly, on your toilet seat
now you know it's me, I got a .44 wit me
Bitches all me, sayin' yes like Floetry

Homie you be a G? Go toe-to-toe wit me
It ain't no hoe in me dawg, I shoot out where your be
the people-mover, crowd-controller
Rob niggaz 'til my look greener than Yoda

And you know that I'm the shady type, the crazy
That's probably why promoters never pay me
We a bunch of hooligans, my is on the tool again
I'm 'bout to bust a and spray up a fuckin' school again

You know been a while but we feelin' it now
The rough muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now
Goddamn, you want no problems B
Get your name in the obituary column

that same ol' shit, niggaz back again
Yo yo, you fallin' off, back to smokin' crack again
Hit the weed, your Corona, pass the Gin
Better duck they back bustin' gats again

Yeah, D 12
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