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

You know me, Denaun the ol' nigga
I spray paint your car up like nigga
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 truly this a movie, you get slapped with the tooly
So the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy
To steal every car in vicinity, you feelin' me?

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

I be a punk, my daddy wasn't none
I lose a fight after school and I home and got one
You reap what you sow, shit you oughta 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 sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now
Goddamn, you don't want no B
Get your in the obituary column sheet

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

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

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

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

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

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 in the obituary column sheet

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

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

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

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

The fuck down, I don't give a fuck now,
Talkin' 'bout "Clappin'", quit actin', you 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, guess who showed up?
44-mag and tear whole door 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 smell like hot and yellow Persh
So tell your momma hit me on my phone
I ain't home, I'm so wet stoned 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 your name in the obituary sheet

that same 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 back bustin' gats

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

Hidin' the one-time, nutty as I wanna be
Wild and disorderly, pissin' on your toilet
now you know 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 your colons be
Wave the people-mover,
Rob niggaz 'til my pockets look greener than

And you that I'm the shady type, the crazy type
That's probably why promoters pay me right
We a of hooligans, my hands is on the tool again
I'm 'bout to bust a Huey and spray up a school again

You know been a while but we feelin' 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 Corona, pass the Gin
duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again

Yeah, D 12
Devil's Night, two
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