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Yeah, we straight from the Census
Haha, Ave
We for yo' momma
D 12, yo' momma at?
Miko, yo' momma at?
Zee, hey Dame, where yo' momma at?
I wanna that bitch, her stankin' 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 rock mics but yours is our chest

You can't do nuttin' to me, Runyan Ave's
And truly this a movie, you get slapped with the tooly
So pass the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the
To steal car in this vicinity, you feelin' me?

Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin
Piggity-pow, be out
You don't really want war, I'm chillin' at door
This uzi will you bloody windmill-ing on the floor

I can't be a punk, my daddy wasn't
I lose a after school and I came home and got one
You reap what you sow, that shit you oughta
I keep it on the flo' 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 obituary column

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

A case indeed, stronger than a can of mace
Slap you in the face you patty-cakin' witcha seed
I'll be makin' all these niggaz wanna 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
in that bitch with a cell phone then turn it on

Got a chrome be fuckin' up shit 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 as I say somethin'

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

You know it's been a while but we it now
The sound muh'fucker, niggaz 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 fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack
Hit the weed, guzzle Corona, pass the Gin
Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats

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

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

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

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

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

When it comes to pussy, Bizarre 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' with Norah Jones

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

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

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

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

Homie you be a G? Go toe-to-toe wit me
It ain't no hoe in me dawg, I shoot out where your be
the people-mover, crowd-controller
Rob niggaz my pockets look greener than Yoda

And you know that I'm the type, the crazy type
That's probably why never pay me right
We a of hooligans, my hands is on the tool again
I'm 'bout to bust a 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 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, guzzle Corona, pass the Gin
Better 'cause they back bustin' gats again

Yeah, D 12
Night, part two
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