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

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

You can't do nuttin' to me, Runyan unruly
And this ain't a movie, you get slapped with the tooly
So pass the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the
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 really want war, I'm chillin' 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 shit you know
I it on the flo' under the seat, I ain't a hoe

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

that same ol' shit, niggaz 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' again

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

You don't be takin' heed, you idol the Feds
meetings to recite what I said
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 touch them niggaz face soon as I say somethin'

Got a that'll tear your arm quick, when I leave a carcass
You would you in Death 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 rough sound muh'fucker, killin' it now
Goddamn, you want no problems 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, guzzle your Corona, the Gin
duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again

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

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

I'm a uzi with arms and
Duty calm your man, before my tooly his head
You wanna take what my since you bitch-made
Spittin' the right game so yo' ass can get

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

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

it comes to pussy, Bizarre goes to work
That's why my mouth smell 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 Norah

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

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

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

Hidin' from the one-time, as I wanna be
and disorderly, pissin' on your toilet seat
Nigga now you know 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 colons be
the people-mover, crowd-controller
Rob niggaz 'til my pockets look than Yoda

And you know that I'm the type, the crazy type
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 up a fuckin' school again

You know been a while but we feelin' it now
The rough sound muh'fucker, killin' it now
Goddamn, you don't no problems B
Get your name in the obituary column

It's that same ol' shit, 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

Yeah, D 12
Devil's Night, two
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