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

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

You can't do nuttin' to me, Runyan 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 niggity-wiggity-wild
Piggity-pow, be out
You don't really want war, I'm at your door
This uzi have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor

I can't be a punk, my wasn't none
I lose a fight after and I came home and got one
You reap what you sow, that you oughta know
I keep it on the flo' under the seat, I a hoe

You it's been a while but we feelin' it now
The sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin' 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 duck they back bustin' gats again

A basket indeed, stronger than a can of mace
Slap you in the face you patty-cakin' witcha seed
I'll be 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 what I
Liable to have you in a medical
Walk in that bitch with a phone then turn it on

Got a chrome that be 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 them niggaz face soon as I say somethin'

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

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 name in the obituary column

It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back
Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' again
Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, 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 fall life
I'm all outta nice, nigga your chain
Put holes in your and finger-fuck your brain

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

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

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

Yeah, yeah, knock knock, guess who up?
44-mag and tear whole door up
shower cap and yellow drawers
My dick's so small, I can pee on my own

When it comes to pussy, goes to work
That's why my mouth smell like hot and yellow Persh
So tell momma hit me on my cell phone
I ain't home, I'm so wet gettin' with Norah Jones

You know been a while 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 same ol' shit, 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

Yo, I chuck niggaz daily, a six-man that's born crazy
A triple O.G. like Tray
I sparkin', bitch I got a attitude
I step on your shoes and 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, 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 Yoda

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

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 name in the obituary 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
duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again

Yeah, D 12
Devil's Night, two
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