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Yeah, we straight the Census Bureau
Haha, Ave
We for yo' momma
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 me, Denaun the same ol' nigga
I spray paint your car up like nigga
See me and you are sorta like the I guess
We both rock mics but yours is into our

You do nuttin' to me, Runyan Ave's unruly
And truly this ain't a movie, you get 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 chillin' at your
uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor

I can't be a punk, my wasn't none
I lose a after school 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 rough 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, niggaz back
Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to 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 while you patty-cakin' seed
I'll be makin' all these niggaz take a beam
And put it on my head

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

Got a chrome that be up shit worse than I
You would that I'm a Gemini
I a guy for nothin', eye to eye
And I gotta touch them niggaz face soon as I say somethin'

Got a pump that'll tear your arm quick, when I leave a
You would think you in Death office
I'm ill enough to fall in the 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 want no problems B
Get your name in the 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 bustin' gats again

I'm a dog on the mic that'll 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 and finger-fuck your brain

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

I'm a uzi with arms and
Duty your man, before my tooly bomb his head
You wanna take my 40-cal since you bitch-made
the right 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 came with you

Yeah, yeah, knock knock, guess who 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 comes to pussy, Bizarre to work
That's why my mouth like hot dogs and yellow Persh
So tell your momma hit me on my phone
I ain't home, I'm so wet gettin' stoned with Jones

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 your name in the obituary sheet

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

Yo, I chuck niggaz daily, a crew that's born crazy
A triple O.G. like Tray
I stay sparkin', bitch I got a
I on your shoes and won't say pardon, be cautious

from the one-time, nutty as I wanna be
Wild and disorderly, pissin' on your seat
Nigga now you it's 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 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 why promoters never pay me right
We a bunch of hooligans, my hands is on the again
I'm 'bout to bust a Huey and up a fuckin' school again

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

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

Yeah, D 12
Devil's Night, two
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