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

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

You can't do to me, Runyan Ave's unruly
And this ain't a movie, you get slapped with the tooly
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 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 came 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 it's been a while but we it now
The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz 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, guzzle your Corona, the Gin
Better duck 'cause they bustin' gats again

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

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

Got a chrome that be fuckin' up shit worse I
You would swear 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 office
I'm ill enough to fall in the middle of
Survive and I'm gettin' up high without a flaw

You it's 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 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 'cause they back bustin' gats

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

Fool fuck this game, I'm 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 punchin' folks

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

The fuck down, I don't a fuck now, whassup?
Talkin' 'bout "Clappin'", quit actin', you barely bust
Don't get it twisted at the gates, the name is
And I'ma kill every man that came 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 to pussy, Bizarre goes to work
That's why my mouth smell like hot 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 been a while but we it now
The rough muh'fucker, niggaz 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
Better duck they back bustin' gats again

Yo, I chuck daily, a six-man crew that's born crazy
A triple O.G. Tray Deee
I sparkin', bitch I got a attitude
I step on your shoes and say pardon, be cautious

from the one-time, nutty as I wanna be
Wild and disorderly, pissin' on your seat
Nigga now you 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 'til my pockets look greener than Yoda

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

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 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, your Corona, pass the Gin
Better 'cause they back bustin' gats again

Yeah, D 12
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