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who, New shit! D12 World, D-Twizzy!
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You don't got a reason to no beef You ain't got no to justify the means You don't got a cause, you better put it on You don't got the to fit in them draws So it is you thinking that's got you gassed You better start rethinking and it fast Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya ask You better put brakes and let off the gas And Slow Roll
[ 1 ] [ Swifty ]
??? a menace to many, I'm not friendly you get shot in da fast You popped willingly you walkin around with Pac's I'm a mockery you bout to watch its fin to be I'm not mentally but lyrically we got it locked And its not about droppin albums, I'll sock a nigga on da You cant it but to imagine this walkin massacre A madman strapped with a magnum blow spasm out ya back And just there and snatch your medallion See I cant fear any that can not happen The immaculate handler That got this by the back of his neck A scavenger I'm a threat then you fear me like a hand full of I'm ill enough to scream at your do', blow it off the hinges I'm to press marksman outta walkin soon your body can catch me shootin up your carcus So dont provoke shit, I wish the mankind was a neck so I can choke it, Furocious and you aint be knowin where ya folks is Fuck the milk and posters its over, they ghosts
[ 2 ] [ Proof ]
Niggaz is bitch instead of a ditch I'ma see how fill this river can get bitches get hit I'ma walk a dog on all embark 'em with long claws Just fight for the cause your boss with thong drawers You aint in my racket followin faggots wit wanksta tats on their ass Eminem: Magic Stick If I get hit you get hit twice ( backwards )
These need to do what he love and just play the back Before I'll Put A Sword On Ya Head A Raider Cap You bust I'm sprayin back, leave hood layin flat Now what you say to that?
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[ 3 ] [ Bizarre ]
Pull up ??? truck, up, blow up, beat a handicap bitch up Fuck butter I the DJ I need you bitch I got a instant replay Lay down bitch get butt And fuck the viagra I'm tryna nut in two All around the world, fuck wit cliques You aint got no get the fuck out my room bitch
[ 4 ] [ Kuniva ]
I'm calm but I steal on like I was Clepto Put that chrome shit to ya like you was Destro Why niggaz, why not pop niggaz, we cop figures them toast like I hop nigga, we breathe dirt so be alert Or get them guns on ya chest a welcome to the hood T-shirt go back before throw backs, before I dro sacks I used to blow gats, bullets'll you like a low jack I'm hopeless, a dosage of dope shit A of culture a chaotic comotion will blow shit off the map I post it Knock you off your penny so fuck that cold shit
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[ Verse 5 ] [ Kon ]
I point my fingers to the ground, throw my to left of me To knuckle should ship like a Em upside down and you be On your p's and q's we sees to use No one see's views, so now you see's exclusives And put it in your magazine, but you should Know was the most desperate thing that you could Pull out of your crotch you all owe us much Start doing herion lines for as much as you bitches with Oscars, ya'll actresses 45's bodies flip like flabby tits Bullets coming at your doom a buck up 6th Now what the fuck you gonna do to get up out of shit? Your record was 17 years ago you dumb bitch Do the math, you'll never have a shady / ring And that kind of staff to that ass up so back that ass up Before we that ass up ...
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[ ] [ Kon Artis ]
Nigga you better ask These think they can just put shit out on their own, Fuck 'em ..