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

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

You can't do nuttin' to me, Runyan Ave's
And truly ain't a movie, you get slapped with the tooly
So pass the and the Hennessy, I got the energy
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 none
I lose a fight after school and I home and got one
You what you sow, that shit you oughta know
I keep it on the under the seat, I ain't a hoe

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

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

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

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

Got a chrome that be up shit worse than I
You would that I'm a Gemini
I a guy for nothin', eye to eye
And I gotta touch them niggaz face soon as I say somethin'

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

You know it's been a 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, back again
Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack
Hit the weed, guzzle Corona, pass the Gin
Better duck 'cause they 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 tuck your
Put holes in head and finger-fuck your brain

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

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

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

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

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

You know it's been a 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, niggaz back
Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack
Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, the Gin
Better duck 'cause they back bustin' again

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

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

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

And you know 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 to bust a Huey and spray up a fuckin' school again

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

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

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