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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 fuck that bitch, her stankin' ass
Hey 'em where yo' at? Yo

You me, Denaun the same ol' nigga
I spray paint your car up Rain-O nigga
See me and you are sorta like the I guess
We both mics but yours 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 steal car in this vicinity, you feelin' me?

it back to when Das EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wild
Piggity-pow, be out
You really want war, I'm chillin' at your door
This uzi will have you bloody on the floor

I be a punk, my daddy wasn't 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 under the seat, I ain't a hoe

You it's been a while but we feelin' it now
The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz it now
Goddamn, you want 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
Better duck 'cause they back gats again

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

You don't be takin' heed, you idol the Feds
Havin' meetings to recite what I
Liable to have you in a room
Walk in that with 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 them niggaz face soon as I say somethin'

Got a pump that'll tear arm quick, when I leave 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 without a flaw bitch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

from the one-time, nutty as I wanna be
Wild and disorderly, on your toilet seat
now you know it's 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 where colons be
the people-mover, crowd-controller
Rob niggaz 'til my pockets look greener than

And you know I'm the shady type, the crazy type
That's probably why 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 fuckin' again

You know it's 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 column sheet

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 they back bustin' gats again

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