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

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

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

Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin
Piggity-pow, be out
You don't really war, I'm chillin' at your door
This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the

I can't be a punk, my daddy wasn't
I a fight after school and I came home and got one
You reap what you sow, that shit you oughta
I keep it on the under the seat, I ain't a hoe

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

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

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

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

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

Got a pump that'll tear your arm quick, when I a carcass
You would think you in Row's office
I'm ill enough to fall in the of moshpits
Survive and I'm gettin' up high without a flaw

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it comes 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 with Norah

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

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

Yo, I chuck daily, a six-man crew that's born crazy
A triple O.G. like Tray
I stay sparkin', I got a attitude
I step on your shoes and won't say pardon, be

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

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

And you that I'm the shady type, the crazy type
That's probably why promoters pay me right
We a of hooligans, my hands is on the tool again
I'm 'bout to bust a Huey and spray up a fuckin' school

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

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

Yeah, D 12
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