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

You know me, the same ol' nigga
I spray paint your car up Rain-O nigga
See me and you are sorta like the same I
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 with the tooly
So pass the and the Hennessy, I got the energy
To steal every car in this vicinity, you me?

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

I can't be a punk, my wasn't none
I lose a fight school and I came home and got one
You what you sow, that shit you oughta know
I it on the flo' 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 don't no problems B
Get your name in the column sheet

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

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

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

Got a that be fuckin' up shit worse than I
You would that I'm a Gemini
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 arm quick, when I leave a carcass
You would think you in Death Row's
I'm ill to fall in the middle of moshpits
and I'm gettin' up high without a flaw bitch

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

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

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

Fool fuck this game, I'm at coach
Momma dropped me on my and knew that somethin' was broke
I feelin' 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 your man, before my tooly bomb his
You wanna take my 40-cal since you bitch-made
Spittin' the right game so yo' ass can get

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

Yeah, yeah, knock knock, who showed up?
and tear your whole 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 like hot dogs and yellow Persh
So your momma hit me on my cell phone
I ain't home, I'm so wet gettin' stoned with Jones

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

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
duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again

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

Hidin' from the one-time, nutty as I be
Wild and disorderly, pissin' on your seat
Nigga now you know 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 your be
the people-mover, crowd-controller
Rob 'til my pockets look greener than Yoda

And you know that I'm the shady type, the type
That's why promoters never pay me right
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 a while but we feelin' it now
The rough sound muh'fucker, killin' 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 crack again
Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, the Gin
Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats

Yeah, D 12
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