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Yeah, we straight the Census Bureau
Haha, Ave
We lookin' for yo'
D 12, where yo' at?
Miko, where yo' at?
Zee, hey Dame, where yo' momma at?
I wanna 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 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 every car in this vicinity, you feelin' me?

it back to when Das EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wild
Piggity-pow, be out
You don't really 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 fight after school and I came and got one
You reap what you sow, that shit you know
I keep it on the flo' the seat, I ain't a hoe

You know been a while but we feelin' it now
The sound muh'fucker, niggaz 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, guzzle Corona, pass the Gin
Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats

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

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

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

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

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 name in the obituary column sheet

It's that ol' shit, niggaz back again
Yo yo, you fallin' off, back 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 cappin' at your captain 'til he fall life
I'm all outta nice, tuck your chain
Put holes in your head and your brain

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

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

The down, I don't give a fuck now, whassup?
Talkin' "Clappin'", quit actin', you barely bust nuts
get it twisted 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 your whole door up
Pink shower cap and yellow
My dick's so small, I can pee on my own

When it comes to pussy, Bizarre to work
That's why my smell like hot dogs and yellow 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 a while but we feelin' it now
The rough muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now
Goddamn, you don't no problems B
Get your name in the obituary column

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

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

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

Homie you wanna be a G? Go wit me
It no hoe in me dawg, I shoot out where your colons be
the people-mover, crowd-controller
Rob niggaz my pockets look greener than Yoda

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

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

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

Yeah, D 12
Devil's Night, two
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