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

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

You can't do to me, Runyan Ave's unruly
And truly this ain't a movie, you get slapped with the
So the slimmy 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 want war, I'm at your door
This uzi will you bloody windmill-ing on the floor

I can't be a punk, my daddy none
I lose a after school and I came home and got one
You reap what you sow, shit you oughta know
I keep it on the flo' the seat, I ain't a hoe

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

It's same 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 back bustin' gats again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

fuck this game, I'm poppin' at coach
Momma dropped me on my head and knew somethin' 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, before my tooly his head
You wanna what my 40-cal since you bitch-made
Spittin' the right so yo' ass can get laid

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

Yeah, yeah, knock, guess who showed up?
44-mag and tear your door up
shower 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 like hot dogs and yellow Persh
So tell your momma hit me on my cell
I ain't home, I'm so wet gettin' with Norah Jones

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

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

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

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

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

And you that I'm the shady 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 to bust a Huey and spray up a fuckin' school again

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 your in the obituary column sheet

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

Yeah, D 12
Devil's Night, two
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