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

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

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

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

I can't be a punk, my daddy wasn't
I lose a after school and I came home and got one
You reap what you sow, that shit you 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 rough muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now
Goddamn, you don't no problems B
Get your name in the obituary 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
duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again

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

You be takin' heed, you probably idol the Feds
Havin' to recite what I said
to have you in a medical room
Walk in bitch with a cell phone then turn it on

Got a chrome 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 gotta touch them niggaz face soon as I say

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

You know it's been a but we feelin' it now
The rough muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now
Goddamn, you want 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, guzzle your Corona, the Gin
Better duck 'cause they back gats again

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 tuck your
Put in your head and finger-fuck your brain

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

I'm a uzi with and legs
Duty calm your man, my tooly bomb his head
You wanna what 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' 'bout "Clappin'", quit actin', you barely nuts
Don't get it twisted at the gates, the name is
And I'ma kill man that came with you

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

When it to pussy, Bizarre goes to work
That's why my mouth like hot dogs and yellow Persh
So tell momma hit me on my cell phone
I home, I'm so wet gettin' stoned with Norah Jones

You know 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 name in the obituary column

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

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

Hidin' the one-time, nutty as I wanna be
and disorderly, pissin' on your toilet seat
Nigga now you it's me, I got a .44 wit me
Bitches all over me, sayin' yes 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
Wave the people-mover,
Rob niggaz 'til my pockets 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 Huey and up a fuckin' school again

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

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

Yeah, D 12
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