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Yeah, we straight the Census Bureau
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 know me, Denaun the ol' nigga
I spray your car up like Rain-O nigga
See me and you are sorta like the I guess
We both rock but yours is into our chest

You can't do nuttin' to me, Runyan Ave's
And truly this a movie, you get slapped 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 don't really want war, I'm 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 you sow, that shit you oughta know
I it on the flo' under the seat, I ain't a hoe

You know it's been a 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 fallin' off, back to smokin' crack again
Hit the weed, guzzle Corona, pass the Gin
Better 'cause they back bustin' gats again

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

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

Got a chrome be fuckin' up shit worse than I
You would swear 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 your arm quick, when I leave a
You think you in Death Row's office
I'm ill enough to fall in the middle of
Survive and I'm gettin' up without a flaw bitch

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 name in the obituary column sheet

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

I'm a dog on the mic brawl out with Christ
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 your

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
up at the hospital and start punchin' your folks

I'm a uzi arms and legs
calm your man, before my tooly bomb his head
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 give a now, whassup?
Talkin' 'bout "Clappin'", quit actin', you barely nuts
Don't get it twisted at the gates, the name is
And I'ma kill man that came with you

Yeah, yeah, knock knock, guess who up?
44-mag and tear your whole up
shower 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 tell 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 sound muh'fucker, niggaz it now
Goddamn, you want no problems B
Get your name in the obituary column

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

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

Hidin' from the one-time, 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, 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 niggaz 'til my pockets greener than Yoda

And you know 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 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 don't want no B
Get your name in the column sheet

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

Yeah, D 12
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