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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Got a chrome be fuckin' up shit worse than I
You would that 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 Death office
I'm ill enough to in the middle of moshpits
Survive and I'm gettin' up without a flaw bitch

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah, knock, guess who showed up?
44-mag and tear your door up
Pink shower cap and drawers
My so small, I can pee on my own balls

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, D 12
Devil's Night, two
The drama