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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 that bitch, her ass
Hey 'em where yo' at? Yo

You know me, the same ol' nigga
I spray paint your car up like nigga
See me and you are sorta like the I guess
We both mics but yours is into our chest

You can't do nuttin' to me, Runyan 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 vicinity, you feelin' me?

Take it 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 you bloody windmill-ing on the floor

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

You know been a while but we feelin' it now
The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz it now
Goddamn, you want no problems B
Get your in the obituary column sheet

It's that same ol' shit, back again
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 niggaz wanna take a beam
And put it right on my

You be takin' heed, you probably idol the Feds
meetings to recite what I said
Liable to have you in a medical
Walk in that bitch with a cell phone then 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 them niggaz face soon as I say

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

You know it's a while 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 that same ol' shit, niggaz back
Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' to smokin' crack again
Hit the weed, your Corona, pass the Gin
Better duck 'cause they back bustin' again

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

fuck this game, I'm poppin' at coach
Momma dropped me on my and knew that 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
Duty your man, before my tooly bomb his head
You wanna take what my 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'", actin', you barely bust nuts
Don't get it twisted at the gates, the is Proof
And I'ma kill man that came with you

Yeah, yeah, knock, guess who showed up?
44-mag and your whole door up
Pink cap and yellow drawers
My so small, I can pee on my own balls

When it comes to pussy, Bizarre goes to
why my mouth smell like hot dogs and yellow Persh
So tell your momma hit me on my cell
I ain't home, I'm so wet gettin' stoned with Jones

You know it's been a while but we it now
The rough muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now
Goddamn, you want 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' crack
Hit the weed, your Corona, pass the Gin
Better duck 'cause they back gats again

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

Hidin' from the one-time, as I wanna be
Wild and disorderly, on your toilet seat
Nigga now you know me, I got a .44 wit me
Bitches all over me, yes like Floetry

you wanna be a G? Go toe-to-toe wit me
It no hoe in me dawg, I shoot out where your colons be
Wave the people-mover,
Rob niggaz 'til my pockets look greener Yoda

And you know that I'm the shady type, the type
That's probably why never pay me right
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 while but we it now
The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz 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 they back bustin' gats again

Yeah, D 12
Night, part two
The drama