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Fame (Going Crazy) lyrics -
[Eminem:]
Ayo, I know it's been a minute, but we're back
It's the return of the Dozen motherfuckers, let's go!
Fame
I think it's got me goin' crazy, oh—oh—oh
I'm gettin' lost in this game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers, whoa—oh—oh
Keep speakin' my name
And then we'll have reason to hate me, ye—eh—eah
It's like you don't want me to win
So this time I'm goin' in
[Swifty:]
This the life of a rocker, Jägermeister and vodka
Hopping off of the club's balcony into the crowd, surfing
And when they drop me I'm randomly socking fans
Doin' my interviews in hockey masks, slapped a journalist on her ass
I'm high off speed, driving my car at high speed
Pocket full of weed while lesbians swallow E
I'm in the studio ign'ant, my engineer gon' call police
I feel asleep on the sound board, ain't did a song for weeks (What?)
LSD be all up in my head, giving thanks for Grateful Dead
Bussing in the air with 30 bitches up in my bed
I'm kickin' 'em out naked and it's December
Niggas ask me why I did it, but fuck it, I can't remember
[Eminem:]
Fame
I think it's got me goin' crazy, oh—oh—oh
I'm gettin' lost in this game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers, whoa—oh—oh
Keep speakin' my name
And then we'll have reason to hate me, ye—eh—eah
It's like you don't want me to win
So this time I'm goin' in
[Kuniva:]
Them boys are wylin', drinkin', cussin' and hyper smilin'
Been ridin' for days, tour bus look like Rikers Island
Henny, Jack Daniels, spray paintin' a die hard fan
Little Cocker Spaniel fresh outta the damn zoo
Man, you better be cautious, I'm backstage
Livin' it up with a couple of sluts feeling nauseous
From drinkin', it's been a couple of days since I've slept
My dick is sore from fuckin', when I bust there's nothing left, just dust
Back on the stage, gimme my microphone
Scrapping with the audience while we perform hyper songs
Our label presented us with a plaque
Brought it on stage and bash it to pieces with aluminium bats, thanks!
Now which one of you bitches down for the cause?
Yeah, I said my dick is sore, but I ain't say shit about my balls
(Last call) Then we off to the next city
Whatever I didn't drink on my rider, bag it up and take the rest with me
[Eminem:]
Fame
I think it's got me goin' crazy, oh—oh—oh
I'm gettin' lost in this game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers, whoa—oh—oh
Keep speakin' my name
And then we'll have reason to hate me, ye—eh—eah
It's like you don't want me to win
So this time I'm goin' in
Yeah, this game has got me goin' crazy
Fuck it, I am crazy, what's new?
What kind of fuckin' glue you think I'd be if I was glue?
We lost Proof, he was our group's glue but where was you
When we were falling apart? You were shittin' on us too
But no one but us knew we were beefing 'cause that's what happens
When you beef with crew, it stays in your crew 'cause it's just crew
But we're back now, yeah, we took our time but in one crew
Only thing we're in a hurry for now is to rush you
And we're back to say shit you don't got the guts or the nuts too
Pussy, go pick your pussy leaves off your cunt tree, fuck you
Achoo, bless you, I'm allergic to pussy
Sluts too, yeah, you think you're the shit 'til we flush you
Had some bullshit to readjust to
Now there's just a few of us left, but it'd be unjust to rob us our just due
So rest in peace to Bugz and Proof, this one's for you homies, we love you
But we can't stop now, we done had too much of our blood drew from this
Fame
I think it's got me goin' crazy, oh—oh—oh
I'm gettin' lost in this game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers, whoa—oh—oh
Keep speakin' my name
And then we'll have reason to hate me, ye—eh—eah
It's like you don't want me to win
So this time I'm goin' in
[DJ Young Mase:]
It's the Return of the Dozen Volume Number Two. I go by the name of DJ Young Mase. Welcome back. Swifty McVay, Kon Artis, Kuniva, Bizarre, Marshall Mathers, Big Proof the mayor forever, and Fuzz Scoota. Let's go!
[Sample - Gunnery Sergeant Hartman (R. Lee Ermey):]
"You little scumbag! I got your name! I got your ass! You will not laugh! You will not cry! Now get up! Get on your feet!"
Quitter / Hit 'em Up (Everlast Diss) lyrics - D12
[Part I: Quitter]
[Eminem:]
Yo (Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na)
I dedicate this to you (Hahaha, yo)
To all my fans, keepin' y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart condition and
Which I create, 'cause that's my mission
So listen close, to what we say
Because this type of fag claims to never be gay
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you (What?)
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew (C'mon)
And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you (Aw)
Peckerwood mad 'cause his record went wood
No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods
Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country-western rap records are good"
So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (Haha)
Puts an album out and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's tryin' to hear some fuckin' old fart in a chair
Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic guitar in your ear
So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea
Figure you can diss me to jump start your career?
I punch you in your fuckin' chest 'til your heart kicks in gear (Bitch)
And fuck your underground buddies' nameless crew
Like I'ma say they names so they can be famous too
You just a quitter and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the days of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you, I'ma kill you
You just a quitter and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the days of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you, I swear to God, I'ma kill you
Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke
To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a joke (Please)
And I'mma tell these motherfuckin' fans the truth
The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you
You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you
Like I ain't notice you? Bitch, I had a show to do
Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you
You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you O-for-two
Back in '94, Limp opened the show for you
Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you
Took your motherfuckin' DJ and stole him too
So you fall in a slump and get all emotional
So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings
Confused as fuck 'cause now your music sucks dick
Mr.-Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap quicker
But never last, and Everlast is a
Quitter and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the days of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you, I'mma kill you
You just a quitter and you bitter 'cause I came along
And the days of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you, I swear to God, I'ma kill you
A'ight, look (Listen)
So this is what we ask of our fans
If you ever see Everlast, whoop his ass
Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him
Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitch-slap him
Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp
Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid
Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it
He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin'
Shit, in five years we'll all be eatin' at Whitey's
And he'll be bussin' tables in that bitch, cleanin' the toilets
Ayo, fuck this, cut this shit off
Ayo, Head (Hold up a minute)
That's why I fucked your mother, you fat motherfucker
[Part II: Hit 'Em Up (Remix)]
[Eminem:]
Kill Whitey (Hahaha!)
Kill Whitey, Detroit (What? What?)
Kill Whitey, yo, yo
Kill Whitey, haha, look
First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say
Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a Muslim, but you Irish White
So fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight
Plus, I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, 40 and white, lethargic ass dickhead
I keep 'em comin' while you runnin' out of breath
Steady duckin' while I'm punchin' at your chest, you need to rest
Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya
With your three CDs nobody sees, when they released
Evidence, don't fuck around with real MCs
You ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks
I let you faggots know it's on for life
But Everlast might die tonight, haha!
Fat boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know
Grab .380s when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal your heart
They shocked you back to life at the clinic
But you 'bout to get relapsed any minute, honkey, I hit 'em up
Hahaha
Yo, check this out
You faggots ain't even on my level
I'ma let D12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots
[Kon Artis:]
Yo
Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo
Whitey Ford's heart just stopped
Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack
Whitey Ford's gettin' his ass floored for talkin' back
Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are
At your own restaurant, while I'm servin' ya
Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops
Call the cops, I'ma beat your ass while they watch
[Kuniva:]
Haha
Now we got the whole industry makin' fun of you, Erik
Where's your House of Pain now? It's only one of you, Erik
You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go around
With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfuckin' Belle Isle Bridge
[Eminem:]
Grab .380s when you see Slim Shady
Call the doctor to heal your heart
They shocked you back to life at the clinic
But you 'bout to get relapsed any minute, honkey, I hit 'em up
Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still?
This ain't no freestyle battle, Everlast gettin' killed
With his chest open
Tryna throw a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin'
Havin' a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime
'Cause you suck, motherfucker, you should learn to rhyme
Talkin' about you packin' pistols, but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a paleface killer whale
On his way to fuckin' prison, pistol whippin' tail
Ha, Erik, remember when I passed you in the lobby that day?
That shit was obvious, you pro'bly was gay
Ha, now it's all about country, you gave up hip-hop
49 thousand copies the week your shit drop
While my sales makin' records break
Two and a half million scanned by the second week
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up, haha
[Proof (Eminem) {Both}:]
I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave. where bullets tear you in half (Haha)
Fuck the music, we got a Uzi {for all you fags}
Get the shit out of our stereo, {Dilated}, you {violated}
Now you 'bout to get {annihilated}, we gon' {bury you}
Iriscience get choked up and yoked up
All you underground bitches, get your throats cut
[Swifty:]
What the fuck, is you stupid?
I choke Whitey Ford with his fuckin' guitar cord
And stuff him in cardboard, chopped up in a box
With 16 parts, I stomped on his heart
D12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you watch
Keep your restaurant locked and block your door
'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfuckin Tupac Shakur
[Eminem:]
You a Black Jesus, heart attack, seizures
Too many cheeseburgers, McDonald's Big Mac greases
White devil, washed-up honkey
Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country
Yo, ayo cut this shit off (Hahaha)
Shit! Fuck him!
That's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done
That's it, I'm sorry (No more)
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise
I just believe in kickin' a man while he's down
Goddamn! I quit!
Mention my daughter's name in a song again, you fuckin' punk
Ayo!
Whether Or Not (Freestyle) lyrics - D12
[Eminem:]
Whether you rap or you don't rap
Duck 'fore you get rushed
Get stuck fucking with us
'Cause....
We don't give a fuck
[Kon Artis:]
Oh, we sound like Em clones, huh?
Where the fuck you think he started at holmes, huh?
Skip the small talk, talking is a risk you take
Kick yo' face 'till yo' head go through this window and break
Break to the 1-9, Denaun cause the gun-line
And collect bank from every weed spot like I'm one time
I'm ain't the remorseful type, I'll drink and still drive prone to hit anything at any given night
Fuck leaving my roots, I'm still in cahoots with nincompoops who shoot out like troops in Beirut
Pull up in a red hearse with Fred Durst dressed like a nurse
With a coach purse screaming his throat hurts
[Bizarre:]
On my Harley Davidson, I ride down Main Street
I speed with my dad's name on my ass cheek
Gimme your ones and get robbed with a broken gun
Got you doing more dances than Puffy's son
All you groupies that wanna get took
You gotta be 12 years old with a coloring book
And anyone else who wanna get fucked, 'cause
(Yeah bitch, oh shit!)
[Eminem:]
Whether you rap or you don't rap
Duck 'fore you get rushed
Get stuck fucking with us
'Cause....
We don't give a fuck
We interrupt your little world of perfectness
To bring you the shit to murder conservatives with
To curse and diss, with verses so merciless
These words can just fuck up your high worse than this
[*police sirens*]
I've killed for less, and dumped bodies in the motherfuckin' wilderness
I'm a wildebeest, and I've concealed a piece even after I was busted by Warren Police
You think just because I got caught by these cops once
I'm not gonna carry shotguns to blow your wigs back like hamburgers without any top buns
So many damn murders I can't even count one
Two black guns, I don't know maybe they're Magnums
I don't know what the fuck they're called, I just grab them
12-gauge dumps in a drug-fueled rage, fuck age, still goin' through my "fuck-you" stage
I'm a 27-year-old eleven-year-old, I'mma never grow up, bitch, I ain't gon' ever get old
I'll be sitting here with a cane and a beard
Still insane and as weird as the day I came in here, brain in my rear, yeah
So until I'm wrinkled as Robert Van Winkle, I'mma drop a damn single every goddamn week, people
It's D12, June 19th, so do like me, and go buy three, with no ID
Kids
[Proof:]
Now why you wanna play a game with me, dangerously
The outcome's hot, once split your brain in three
Proof with crooked raps, always ask them "What the fuck you lookin' at"?
And invite the hook to scrap
I gave my life to God, nigga, then I took it back
Move it black, this fuckin' gat'll leave your cookie cracked
Detroit's derelict arrogant terrorist, straight on you aerospit
Spit at various people to leave you with a body to get buried with
Every hit was serious, niggas wanna know how murderous the Dirty Harry is
When I'm on your front porch with guns about to bust
'Cause
[Eminem:]
Whether you rap or you don't rap
Duck 'fore you get rushed
Get stuck fucking with us
'Cause....
We don't give a fuck
[Swift:]
When they run into Swift they change directions
My shit so tight when hoes hear it they catch a yeast infection
You need protection, you gon' fear it
I snatch away yo' DNA from existence, with no spirit
Give up the carats or see the nine
Fuckin' with mine is like Farakhan chewin' up swine, on Christmas
With a white trailer bitch on his arm, chillin' in Europe, havin dinner with a Uncle Tom
I attack killin', fuckin' hoes like Matt Dillon
Stackin' obituaries higher than Michael Jackson's ceiling
I leaves nobody livin', I got Satan shiverin'
Hate what I'm deliverin', you know the best then send 'em in, crack you with a fifth of gin
You got your men, but they all wearin' skirts like them niggas from Scotland, you hoes are not grim
Don't make me stop in with a mag, and blow yo feet up out yo Top Tens
[Kuniva:]
I'm the one they call in to torture ya
Smackin' your bitch and forcin' her in the back seat of an old Corcia
Kuniva's the silent type, but under the silence is a violent life, usually followed by sirens and lights
Get your throat cut by this tyrant's knife, from high as a kite
And my get-a-way driver's drivin' right
Fuckin' with Hans will get you flipped like a baton, the deadliest bombs
Wrap around niggas like Camabons, you know I ain't nothin' to play with
Thinkin' you real like The Matrix, fuckin' with niggas drippin' off self-hatred
I'm on some live shit, rappers be on some "Ready To Die" shit
'Till I put a ice pick, right through they eyelids, fuck heaters, I'll knock you out instead of shootin'
I hit hard, break yo' fuckin' jaw like Resolution
Give up the cash and coat, or get your little brother's classroom smoked
And the substitue gagged and choked
Nigga
[Eminem:]
Whether you rap or you don't rap
Duck 'fore you get rushed
Get stuck fucking with us
'Cause....
We don't give a fuck
[Outro:]
D12, June 19th
Do 'shrooms like me
Get ready for it.
Trouble soon, baby
You know it
Tell your mama and your sister too
'Cause we fuckin' 'em
Git Up lyrics - D12
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club
11, 12, 13, pistols big as M 16's
How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they dont even see us
Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns
Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels
Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles
Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded
Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers dont want us
To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of
Motherfuckers from Runyan, steady poppin them onions,
Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
Fixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up
You know we finna loc'n when we mix coke with coke and nut rum up
Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up
See you talk that hoe shit now when you down and wont get up
And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up
They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up
Heater no heater, automatic no matic
Mac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have it
You never know what im packin' so you just dont want no static
And open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to
Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli
Really homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really
You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy
Fuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!
[Eminem - Chorus]
Git Up Now!
Let's get it crackin, Git, It's on and poppin
It's D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin
We're gonna get it crackalatin
What you waitin for the wait is over
Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin
Git Up Now!
Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf
You motherfuckers dont listen, I said,
We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit, procrastinatin'
What the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin
[Swift]
I keep a shit load of bullets a pitbull to pull it out
And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently
You get burned until i quickly you can not hit me niggas to terrified to come get me,
Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run,
When the reaper comes the repercussions gon' equal blood.
Inglewood, steepin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone,
I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole,
Snatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe,
When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam,
When I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll,
At the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga.
[Kuniva]
Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding
In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing
Cause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it,
Grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic
Pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats
And maybe thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst
And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first
I dispurse the crowd with something vigor and versatile
So go on and record you verses now while you got a mouth,
And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle,
Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle,
And a glock that you stop you from waking,
Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans,
A Indian Nigga, we back in you life and back in your wife,
Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.
[Chorus]
Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club
11, 12, 13, pistols big as M 16's
How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they dont even see us
Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns
Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels
Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles
Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded
Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers dont want us
To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of
Motherfuckers from Runyan, steady poppin them onions,
Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
Fixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up
You know we finna loc'n when we mix coke with coke and nut rum up
Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up
See you talk that hoe shit now when you down and wont get up
And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up
They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up
Heater no heater, automatic no matic
Mac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have it
You never know what im packin' so you just dont want no static
And open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to
Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli
Really homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really
You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy
Fuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!
[Eminem - Chorus]
Git Up Now!
Let's get it crackin, Git, It's on and poppin
It's D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin
We're gonna get it crackalatin
What you waitin for the wait is over
Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin
Git Up Now!
Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf
You motherfuckers dont listen, I said,
We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit, procrastinatin'
What the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin
[Swift]
I keep a shit load of bullets a pitbull to pull it out
And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently
You get burned until i quickly you can not hit me niggas to terrified to come get me,
Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run,
When the reaper comes the repercussions gon' equal blood.
Inglewood, steepin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone,
I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole,
Snatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe,
When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam,
When I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll,
At the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga.
[Kuniva]
Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding
In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing
Cause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it,
Grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic
Pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats
And maybe thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst
And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first
I dispurse the crowd with something vigor and versatile
So go on and record you verses now while you got a mouth,
And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle,
Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle,
And a glock that you stop you from waking,
Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans,
A Indian Nigga, we back in you life and back in your wife,
Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.
[Chorus]
Just Like U lyrics - D12
Daddy?
[Chorus x4:]
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up. Yes I do
[Verse one - Bizarre]
Son, you don't wanna be just like your daddy.
Pimpin hoes out here drivin caddies.
Runnin round town, fuckin geezers.
Shot's in your ass, catchin diseases.
Son, your daddy got a foul mouth.
For fuckin bitches in they foul mouth.
I can't help it, my group's D12.
All we do is pop pills and stay in jail.
Talkin nasty shit, Bizarre wont stop.
I fuck two twins, with a midget on top.
A sick mind, raping an old lady.
Knowing damn well Bizarre shouldn't have a baby,
All I can teach you, learn how to mac.
Smoke crack, smack a bitch when she talk back.
Matta fact slap your sister, she's a slut.
Don't you realize Bizarre don't give a fuck? (Hahaha)
[Chorus x4]
[Verse two - Bizarre]
Don't go to school, become a catholic priest.
Sell crack to your auntie Denise.
If auntie Denise is short 40 cent
Make her get on the ground and suck some more dick.
Nas is probably gon hate me.
When Mos Def hear this he probably gon suffocate me.
Why they let Bizarre rap on Hi-Tek track?
All he gon do is talk about whores and smoking crack.
If your wife is pregnant I call her a whore.
Leave her no money and go out on tour.
Nah, I'm playin leave her sumptin. (Hahaha)
I pack a hotdog and a fuckin dirty muffin. (Damn)
You're my son, I'm trynna teach you sumptin.
You're eight years old? It's time to start fuckin.
You know daddy wont give you the wrong advice.
Smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice. (Hahaha)
[Chorus x8]
[Outro - Bizarre]
I'm tellin ya all I do is pop pills and stay high.
Tell them bitches to suck my dick.
Aha! I'm prepared. Yeah.
Motherfuckin role model.
Hi-Tek.
[Chorus x4:]
I wanna be just like you
When I grow up. Yes I do
[Verse one - Bizarre]
Son, you don't wanna be just like your daddy.
Pimpin hoes out here drivin caddies.
Runnin round town, fuckin geezers.
Shot's in your ass, catchin diseases.
Son, your daddy got a foul mouth.
For fuckin bitches in they foul mouth.
I can't help it, my group's D12.
All we do is pop pills and stay in jail.
Talkin nasty shit, Bizarre wont stop.
I fuck two twins, with a midget on top.
A sick mind, raping an old lady.
Knowing damn well Bizarre shouldn't have a baby,
All I can teach you, learn how to mac.
Smoke crack, smack a bitch when she talk back.
Matta fact slap your sister, she's a slut.
Don't you realize Bizarre don't give a fuck? (Hahaha)
[Chorus x4]
[Verse two - Bizarre]
Don't go to school, become a catholic priest.
Sell crack to your auntie Denise.
If auntie Denise is short 40 cent
Make her get on the ground and suck some more dick.
Nas is probably gon hate me.
When Mos Def hear this he probably gon suffocate me.
Why they let Bizarre rap on Hi-Tek track?
All he gon do is talk about whores and smoking crack.
If your wife is pregnant I call her a whore.
Leave her no money and go out on tour.
Nah, I'm playin leave her sumptin. (Hahaha)
I pack a hotdog and a fuckin dirty muffin. (Damn)
You're my son, I'm trynna teach you sumptin.
You're eight years old? It's time to start fuckin.
You know daddy wont give you the wrong advice.
Smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice. (Hahaha)
[Chorus x8]
[Outro - Bizarre]
I'm tellin ya all I do is pop pills and stay high.
Tell them bitches to suck my dick.
Aha! I'm prepared. Yeah.
Motherfuckin role model.
Hi-Tek.
I'll Be Damned lyrics - D12
[Proof - Intro]
Yeeaah! This is DJ Seven Deuce, live at
Club Runyan, where all girls with burgundy hair get in free.
G-Unit in da house! What up baby.
Performin' live tonight live on stage. . .Captain Save-'em-hoe,
and the fabulous Case y'all. Stick 'em out y'all.
All my Detroit playas, let's go!
[Kon Artis - Chorus]
I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games,
I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain.
I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man.
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned.
You know all I really wanna do is fuck. I ain't
gon' let a money hungry women set me up.
And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck.
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned.
[Kon Artis]
You gave right. Yes I love monage-é-tois
and I got drawers as big as guys's big "wah".
I'm a trick daddy nigga, so bitch how you figure
that I wouldn't turn my niggas on to you when I hit ya.
I probably could forget ya if I hadn't been drunk,
but choke a dunkadunk, keep my mind on hump.
When my mind's on hump to me my .9's in the trunk,
and Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I hunt.
Not once, twice, but three times the lover
that your man is, and I'm a freak undercover.
I got plans for you, trick, I don't need a baby mother.
I got five of them motherfuckers tryin' to smother me already.
We can't go steady, but you can give me head.
Give me that, get the hell out my bed, and leave the shit.
My chap lips will cut nipples when breast fed,
and on the way, leave the bread with Achman.
I'd love for you to stay but I got another date,
with a fat chick that eat cake on playskates.
She rubbed my funky ass feet and feed me grace
plus my man in the closet ran out of videotape.
[Chorus]
[Swift]
I'ma make this one thing clear,
ain't no woman hear gon' ruin my career.
All the hell you doin' is pursuin' a dream,
that's when you find out that life ain't truly what it seems.
All these hoes be lyin', bullshittin' each other.
And why the hell Kobe Bryant didn't wear a rubber.
He might as well have went and told the hoe that he love her.
I'm sure as hell ain't gonna go to court for my mother,
or my wife, and my sisters. So motherfuck a mistress.
They signin' a contract before these bitches hit this.
Never will a woman take me out that way.
I keep a RCA camera in there motherfuckin' face.
[Chorus]
[Bizarre]
What's your name again? It doesn't matter.
My name is Bizzy, a bodygaurd for Mr. Mathers.
Sit down girl. Let me get you a drink.
I'ma buy you a mink, and rape you in the sink.
From day one, I knew you was a hoe.
I put a rubber on my toe and fucked you some mo'.
Turn around, let me see your nasty ass.
Put on a Jason mask while I take off your maxi pads.
[Kuniva]
These hoes be on some bullshit. Always tryin' to pull shit
outta they ass. Get mad and put you on blast.
Tell 'em bitches how she fucked you,
sucked you, put it on you, boned you.
Yappin' off with they mouth sayin' she loved you.
All on your dick, callin' your phone, spazzin' and shit.
Havin' a fit until you feel like callin' it quits.
Then she starts callin' your chick,
wantin' to fight. Everytime you show up at a gig,
she front row with her friends. Flippin' you off.
Follow you to the bar, the bathroom,
the parkin' lot, to the car, pissin' you off.
Until you blackout, now you and the hoe is havin a scrapout.
You get locked up for assault and now you asked out.
[Chorus]
Yeeaah! This is DJ Seven Deuce, live at
Club Runyan, where all girls with burgundy hair get in free.
G-Unit in da house! What up baby.
Performin' live tonight live on stage. . .Captain Save-'em-hoe,
and the fabulous Case y'all. Stick 'em out y'all.
All my Detroit playas, let's go!
[Kon Artis - Chorus]
I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games,
I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain.
I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man.
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned.
You know all I really wanna do is fuck. I ain't
gon' let a money hungry women set me up.
And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck.
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned.
[Kon Artis]
You gave right. Yes I love monage-é-tois
and I got drawers as big as guys's big "wah".
I'm a trick daddy nigga, so bitch how you figure
that I wouldn't turn my niggas on to you when I hit ya.
I probably could forget ya if I hadn't been drunk,
but choke a dunkadunk, keep my mind on hump.
When my mind's on hump to me my .9's in the trunk,
and Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I hunt.
Not once, twice, but three times the lover
that your man is, and I'm a freak undercover.
I got plans for you, trick, I don't need a baby mother.
I got five of them motherfuckers tryin' to smother me already.
We can't go steady, but you can give me head.
Give me that, get the hell out my bed, and leave the shit.
My chap lips will cut nipples when breast fed,
and on the way, leave the bread with Achman.
I'd love for you to stay but I got another date,
with a fat chick that eat cake on playskates.
She rubbed my funky ass feet and feed me grace
plus my man in the closet ran out of videotape.
[Chorus]
[Swift]
I'ma make this one thing clear,
ain't no woman hear gon' ruin my career.
All the hell you doin' is pursuin' a dream,
that's when you find out that life ain't truly what it seems.
All these hoes be lyin', bullshittin' each other.
And why the hell Kobe Bryant didn't wear a rubber.
He might as well have went and told the hoe that he love her.
I'm sure as hell ain't gonna go to court for my mother,
or my wife, and my sisters. So motherfuck a mistress.
They signin' a contract before these bitches hit this.
Never will a woman take me out that way.
I keep a RCA camera in there motherfuckin' face.
[Chorus]
[Bizarre]
What's your name again? It doesn't matter.
My name is Bizzy, a bodygaurd for Mr. Mathers.
Sit down girl. Let me get you a drink.
I'ma buy you a mink, and rape you in the sink.
From day one, I knew you was a hoe.
I put a rubber on my toe and fucked you some mo'.
Turn around, let me see your nasty ass.
Put on a Jason mask while I take off your maxi pads.
[Kuniva]
These hoes be on some bullshit. Always tryin' to pull shit
outta they ass. Get mad and put you on blast.
Tell 'em bitches how she fucked you,
sucked you, put it on you, boned you.
Yappin' off with they mouth sayin' she loved you.
All on your dick, callin' your phone, spazzin' and shit.
Havin' a fit until you feel like callin' it quits.
Then she starts callin' your chick,
wantin' to fight. Everytime you show up at a gig,
she front row with her friends. Flippin' you off.
Follow you to the bar, the bathroom,
the parkin' lot, to the car, pissin' you off.
Until you blackout, now you and the hoe is havin a scrapout.
You get locked up for assault and now you asked out.
[Chorus]
Dude (Skit) lyrics - D12
[Kuniva]
That shit was off the hook.
That shit was hype ass hell
[Bizarre]
I'm bout to get on that bus dog, bout to get some food.
You wanna go to Em room and holla at him real quick.
[Kuniva]
Hell yea man let go ahead
[Bizarre]
He says he supposed to give some more air time and shit..
[Kuniva]
I hope so, cause them 2 minutes ain't workin.
[Bizarre]
Wassup dawg?
[Security Guard]
Big Proof baby, sup Swifty.
[Bizarre]
Proof? I'm Bizarre.
[Kuniva]
Aye nigga, I'm not Swift, I'm Kuniva dawg.
[Security]
Was goin' on?
[Bizarre]
I need to holla at my man about some studio time
[Security Guard]
Well he in there trying to unwind right now.
[Kuniva]
Aiyo, why you gotta put your hands on me.
What you say?
[Bizarre]
Tryin' to unwinded?
[Security Guard]
Yea you know, relax...you know what I'm saying.
[Kuniva]
Nigga we trying to get some food and shit.
[Bizarre]
There some steak up in there dawg.
[Security Guard]
D12 dressing room right around the corner right there by the bathroom…
round that way.
[Kuniva]
Nigga we know
[Bizarre]
You tryin' to be funny dawg?
We a group we all together dawg.
Why don't you go holla at him
and tell we out here and then see..
tell him Bizarre from D12 is out here..
And Kuniva please.
Thank you very much. you thick as muthafucka
[Security]
Yo Em!
[Em]
What dude?!
[Security]
I got bizarre and..wats your name again cuz.
[Kuniva]
Man fuck you!
Aye man come to fucking door man, why you got this nigga blockin' the
wind and shit.
Ay Em was sup dawg?!!
[Em]
Dude tell'em I'm getting a massage dude.
That shit was off the hook.
That shit was hype ass hell
[Bizarre]
I'm bout to get on that bus dog, bout to get some food.
You wanna go to Em room and holla at him real quick.
[Kuniva]
Hell yea man let go ahead
[Bizarre]
He says he supposed to give some more air time and shit..
[Kuniva]
I hope so, cause them 2 minutes ain't workin.
[Bizarre]
Wassup dawg?
[Security Guard]
Big Proof baby, sup Swifty.
[Bizarre]
Proof? I'm Bizarre.
[Kuniva]
Aye nigga, I'm not Swift, I'm Kuniva dawg.
[Security]
Was goin' on?
[Bizarre]
I need to holla at my man about some studio time
[Security Guard]
Well he in there trying to unwind right now.
[Kuniva]
Aiyo, why you gotta put your hands on me.
What you say?
[Bizarre]
Tryin' to unwinded?
[Security Guard]
Yea you know, relax...you know what I'm saying.
[Kuniva]
Nigga we trying to get some food and shit.
[Bizarre]
There some steak up in there dawg.
[Security Guard]
D12 dressing room right around the corner right there by the bathroom…
round that way.
[Kuniva]
Nigga we know
[Bizarre]
You tryin' to be funny dawg?
We a group we all together dawg.
Why don't you go holla at him
and tell we out here and then see..
tell him Bizarre from D12 is out here..
And Kuniva please.
Thank you very much. you thick as muthafucka
[Security]
Yo Em!
[Em]
What dude?!
[Security]
I got bizarre and..wats your name again cuz.
[Kuniva]
Man fuck you!
Aye man come to fucking door man, why you got this nigga blockin' the
wind and shit.
Ay Em was sup dawg?!!
[Em]
Dude tell'em I'm getting a massage dude.
My Band lyrics - D12
[Intro]
I don't know dude...
I think everyone's all jealous and shit cause I'm like the lead singer of a band dude...
And I think everyone's got a fucking problem with me dude...
And they need to take it up with me after the show...
Because...
[Chorus:]
These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
[Verse 1 - Eminem]
So I get off stage right and drop the mic
Walk up to these hot chicks and I'm all like
"What's up, ladies? My name's Slim Shady.
I'm the lead singer in D12 baby"
They're all like "Oh my god it's him"
"Becky oh my fuckin' god it's Eminem"
"I swear to fucking god dude you fucking rock"
"Please Marshall please let me suck your cock"
And by now the rest of the fellas get jealous
Especially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas
All the chicks start yellin', all the hot babes
Throw their bras and their shirts and their panties on stage
So like every single night they pick a fight with me
But when we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry
Cause they're back on stage the next night with me
Dude I just think you're tryna steal the light from me
Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me
Cause I told him Jessica Alba's my wife to be
This rock star shit, it's the life for me
And all the other guys just despise me because
[Chorus:]
These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
My band [9x]
[Verse 2 - Swift]
You just wanna see a nigga backwards, don't you?
Hey dad how come we don't rap on Protools
Smash these vocals and do a performance
But we in the van and he in a tour bus
You don't want my autograph, you's a liar
And no, I'm Swift (oh I thought you were Kuniva)
What the hell is wrong with that dressing room
Cause my shit is looking smaller than a decimal
See I know how to rap, it's simple but
All I did was read a Russell Simmons book
So I'm more intact, tryna get on the map
Doin' jumping jacks while get whipped on my back
[Verse 3 - Kuniva and Kon Artist]
Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the shit
Yeah I know man find himself taking on a flick
Hey I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue
([Em:] No, I had an interview, not you two)
You gonna be late for soundcheck
Man I ain't goin' to soundcheck
But our mics are screwed up and his always sound best
You know what man I'ma say something
Hey yo Em
([Em:] You got something to say?!)
Man no
I thought you's bout to tell him off, man, what's up?
Man I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man shut up
And you ain't back me up when we supposed to be crew
When I was bout to talk right after you
I swear, I swear man
[Chorus:]
These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
[Verse 4 - Proof]
They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not
Once we sold out arenas to the amusement park
I'm gonna let the world know that proof is hot
I should cut his mic off when the music starts
Hey yo it's... Ready to snap on a dumb ass fan
Every time I hear, "Hey dude I love your band."
We ain't a band bitch, we don't play instruments
So why he get 90 and we only get 10 percent
And these guys they can find every area code
([Em:] Proof carry my bag)
Bitch carry your own
Can't make it to the stage, security in my way
(Who the fuck are you? Where's Obie and Dre?!)
[Verse 5 - Bizarre]
Goddammit I'm sick of this group
Time for me to go solo and make some loot
I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps
Till Kon Artist slipped me some crack
Lose Yourself video I was in the back
Superman video I was in the back
For the media, I got some suggestions
Fuck Marshall, ask us the questions
Like "Who's D12? How we get started."
(But what about Eminem?)
Bitch are you retarded?
Anyway I'm the popularest guy in the group
Big ass stomach, bitches think I'm cute (hey sexy)
50 told me to do situps to get buff
I did two and a half and couldn't get up
Fuck D12, I'm outta this band
I'm gonna start a group with the real Roxanne
[Eminem]
Girl why cant you see you're the only one for me
And it just tears my ass apart to know that you don't know my name...
[Chorus - Bizarre]
These chicks don't even know the name of my band... (ha ha)
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands... (Fuck Marshall)
Cause once I blow I know that I'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
My band [6x]
Roxanne
Shatan
Loves me
[Outro]
The hottest boy band in the world...
D12!
[Eminem as a salsa singer]
I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girls to take off their underpants
I'm the lead singer of my band, my salsa
Makes all the pretty girls want to dance
My salsa, well, look out for my next single, it's called "My Salsa"
My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
And take off their underpants
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
And take off their underpants, my salsa
(Where'd everybody go?)
I don't know dude...
I think everyone's all jealous and shit cause I'm like the lead singer of a band dude...
And I think everyone's got a fucking problem with me dude...
And they need to take it up with me after the show...
Because...
[Chorus:]
These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
[Verse 1 - Eminem]
So I get off stage right and drop the mic
Walk up to these hot chicks and I'm all like
"What's up, ladies? My name's Slim Shady.
I'm the lead singer in D12 baby"
They're all like "Oh my god it's him"
"Becky oh my fuckin' god it's Eminem"
"I swear to fucking god dude you fucking rock"
"Please Marshall please let me suck your cock"
And by now the rest of the fellas get jealous
Especially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas
All the chicks start yellin', all the hot babes
Throw their bras and their shirts and their panties on stage
So like every single night they pick a fight with me
But when we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry
Cause they're back on stage the next night with me
Dude I just think you're tryna steal the light from me
Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me
Cause I told him Jessica Alba's my wife to be
This rock star shit, it's the life for me
And all the other guys just despise me because
[Chorus:]
These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
My band [9x]
[Verse 2 - Swift]
You just wanna see a nigga backwards, don't you?
Hey dad how come we don't rap on Protools
Smash these vocals and do a performance
But we in the van and he in a tour bus
You don't want my autograph, you's a liar
And no, I'm Swift (oh I thought you were Kuniva)
What the hell is wrong with that dressing room
Cause my shit is looking smaller than a decimal
See I know how to rap, it's simple but
All I did was read a Russell Simmons book
So I'm more intact, tryna get on the map
Doin' jumping jacks while get whipped on my back
[Verse 3 - Kuniva and Kon Artist]
Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the shit
Yeah I know man find himself taking on a flick
Hey I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue
([Em:] No, I had an interview, not you two)
You gonna be late for soundcheck
Man I ain't goin' to soundcheck
But our mics are screwed up and his always sound best
You know what man I'ma say something
Hey yo Em
([Em:] You got something to say?!)
Man no
I thought you's bout to tell him off, man, what's up?
Man I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man shut up
And you ain't back me up when we supposed to be crew
When I was bout to talk right after you
I swear, I swear man
[Chorus:]
These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
[Verse 4 - Proof]
They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not
Once we sold out arenas to the amusement park
I'm gonna let the world know that proof is hot
I should cut his mic off when the music starts
Hey yo it's... Ready to snap on a dumb ass fan
Every time I hear, "Hey dude I love your band."
We ain't a band bitch, we don't play instruments
So why he get 90 and we only get 10 percent
And these guys they can find every area code
([Em:] Proof carry my bag)
Bitch carry your own
Can't make it to the stage, security in my way
(Who the fuck are you? Where's Obie and Dre?!)
[Verse 5 - Bizarre]
Goddammit I'm sick of this group
Time for me to go solo and make some loot
I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps
Till Kon Artist slipped me some crack
Lose Yourself video I was in the back
Superman video I was in the back
For the media, I got some suggestions
Fuck Marshall, ask us the questions
Like "Who's D12? How we get started."
(But what about Eminem?)
Bitch are you retarded?
Anyway I'm the popularest guy in the group
Big ass stomach, bitches think I'm cute (hey sexy)
50 told me to do situps to get buff
I did two and a half and couldn't get up
Fuck D12, I'm outta this band
I'm gonna start a group with the real Roxanne
[Eminem]
Girl why cant you see you're the only one for me
And it just tears my ass apart to know that you don't know my name...
[Chorus - Bizarre]
These chicks don't even know the name of my band... (ha ha)
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands... (Fuck Marshall)
Cause once I blow I know that I'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
My band [6x]
Roxanne
Shatan
Loves me
[Outro]
The hottest boy band in the world...
D12!
[Eminem as a salsa singer]
I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girls to take off their underpants
I'm the lead singer of my band, my salsa
Makes all the pretty girls want to dance
My salsa, well, look out for my next single, it's called "My Salsa"
My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
And take off their underpants
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
And take off their underpants, my salsa
(Where'd everybody go?)
U R The One lyrics - D12
[Kon Artis - Chorus]
Now out of all the women in the place,
you got me starin' at your pretty face.
And with that body I could truly say that
u r the one, u r the one, u r the one, ooh oooh.
Amazed by the way that you shake them hips,
shakin' your ass off in my dick.
I get aroused by them sexy lips cause
u r the one, u r the one, we r the one that can do.
[Swift]
And you wonder why I call you everyday of the week,
and have that operator breakin' on your line when you speak.
And I can say that I'ma make you mine in a blink.
You nominated just for your behind and I'm ?,
you a thug with your best of friend, mud-wrestlin'.
Sittin' in the corner with a mug and a cup of gin.
See me lookin' for you when you win in a pen,
see I hug you dirty. You confronting me for flirtin'?
You wanted me so suddenly, my company's a burden,
but I won't jump a balcony, and how can I be hurtin'.
I'm just playin' wit you and it's workin'.
Your friend's can't save you, they fakin' like they nurses.
[Bizarre]
First time I saw you, up in them guests,
you the only reason I use Federal Express.
Shit, I don't be havin' no packages. Naw,
I'm getting dressers, lamps, and big matresses.
I go crazy when I smell your odor.
I just want to pick you up, and take you to Pan-De-Rosa.
Steak and potatoes, whatever you want.
I'll write just the buffet, my publics check then come.
You don't care about D12, you don't know about Bizarre.
All you know that I'm weird and I wear a wonder-bra.
That's fine, I just wanna make you mine.
niggas say you a 3, I think you a dime.
[Chorus]
[Proof]
I love the way yo' body grindin', gettin' all in my face.
Only thing on your mind is which wallet to ?.
Your ass looks so perfect with your thong on your waist,
built like a stallion, you belong in a race.
Get money by the barrel, King Kong in the place.
Movie and a dinner, that's as long as I wait.
Hey, I ain't on your ear off, talkin' dates.
Got you dizzy of the crissy, you ain't walkin' straight.
Got a roomy, bring your booty, and lets cultivate.
You so pretty, love them titties, they soft and fake.
Bring your friends, "Damn your skin smell like coffeecake."
Yo meet me at the place when you get off at eight.
[Kuniva]
The way you move have got me buggin' out.
And you quick to take off your jacket and slug it out,
we thug it out. Pourin' 40's out and give each other ?. In fact,
we both hate goin' out, we both hate small gats.
You the truth I'm for real yo I love you to death.
And if we break up, I'ma stalk you and bug you to death.
Till you scared to leave the house because you know I'm in the bushes.
We went from hugs and kisses into shoves and pushes.
Tis all love, take it and stride, I'm only jokin' wit you.
I don't get down like that, you know I'd never hit you.
But yet and still if I ever feel I'm about to,
(Gets angrier)
I'll gently grab the shoulders and shake the shit out ya girl!!!
[Chorus]
[Kon Artis]
I take a light skinned, dark skinned, short and black,
add in to a sassy and they ass is fat.
Corporate suburb when you could be a classy rat.
Louis Votton cost to much to have a bag to match.
Girl forget all that, I'm gettin' rich off rap,
and you could be my aid in all as long as you got my back.
Seditary, there's entrepreneurs, and that's a fact.
And your birthday's seven days after mine, correct?
Well that's two things that we got in common, baby.
Hopin' there ain't a problem that I'm involved in Shady.
Cause come next year, I will not be datin',
cause my plan's to be with your stankin' ass OK?
[Chorus]
Now out of all the women in the place,
you got me starin' at your pretty face.
And with that body I could truly say that
u r the one, u r the one, u r the one, ooh oooh.
Amazed by the way that you shake them hips,
shakin' your ass off in my dick.
I get aroused by them sexy lips cause
u r the one, u r the one, we r the one that can do.
[Swift]
And you wonder why I call you everyday of the week,
and have that operator breakin' on your line when you speak.
And I can say that I'ma make you mine in a blink.
You nominated just for your behind and I'm ?,
you a thug with your best of friend, mud-wrestlin'.
Sittin' in the corner with a mug and a cup of gin.
See me lookin' for you when you win in a pen,
see I hug you dirty. You confronting me for flirtin'?
You wanted me so suddenly, my company's a burden,
but I won't jump a balcony, and how can I be hurtin'.
I'm just playin' wit you and it's workin'.
Your friend's can't save you, they fakin' like they nurses.
[Bizarre]
First time I saw you, up in them guests,
you the only reason I use Federal Express.
Shit, I don't be havin' no packages. Naw,
I'm getting dressers, lamps, and big matresses.
I go crazy when I smell your odor.
I just want to pick you up, and take you to Pan-De-Rosa.
Steak and potatoes, whatever you want.
I'll write just the buffet, my publics check then come.
You don't care about D12, you don't know about Bizarre.
All you know that I'm weird and I wear a wonder-bra.
That's fine, I just wanna make you mine.
niggas say you a 3, I think you a dime.
[Chorus]
[Proof]
I love the way yo' body grindin', gettin' all in my face.
Only thing on your mind is which wallet to ?.
Your ass looks so perfect with your thong on your waist,
built like a stallion, you belong in a race.
Get money by the barrel, King Kong in the place.
Movie and a dinner, that's as long as I wait.
Hey, I ain't on your ear off, talkin' dates.
Got you dizzy of the crissy, you ain't walkin' straight.
Got a roomy, bring your booty, and lets cultivate.
You so pretty, love them titties, they soft and fake.
Bring your friends, "Damn your skin smell like coffeecake."
Yo meet me at the place when you get off at eight.
[Kuniva]
The way you move have got me buggin' out.
And you quick to take off your jacket and slug it out,
we thug it out. Pourin' 40's out and give each other ?. In fact,
we both hate goin' out, we both hate small gats.
You the truth I'm for real yo I love you to death.
And if we break up, I'ma stalk you and bug you to death.
Till you scared to leave the house because you know I'm in the bushes.
We went from hugs and kisses into shoves and pushes.
Tis all love, take it and stride, I'm only jokin' wit you.
I don't get down like that, you know I'd never hit you.
But yet and still if I ever feel I'm about to,
(Gets angrier)
I'll gently grab the shoulders and shake the shit out ya girl!!!
[Chorus]
[Kon Artis]
I take a light skinned, dark skinned, short and black,
add in to a sassy and they ass is fat.
Corporate suburb when you could be a classy rat.
Louis Votton cost to much to have a bag to match.
Girl forget all that, I'm gettin' rich off rap,
and you could be my aid in all as long as you got my back.
Seditary, there's entrepreneurs, and that's a fact.
And your birthday's seven days after mine, correct?
Well that's two things that we got in common, baby.
Hopin' there ain't a problem that I'm involved in Shady.
Cause come next year, I will not be datin',
cause my plan's to be with your stankin' ass OK?
[Chorus]
6 In The Morning lyrics - D12
[Intro: Eminem]
Good mornin
Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up
Yo what is the what?
Well come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleepin on my group bitch!
[Verse 1: Eminem]
For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped
Cause I'ma have the last lips to ever kiss ass with
I just can't get past these little pissants
That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad
And they so mad they can't stand it
Cause we can and they can't spit (Haawk)
And they can't handle it like a man
And that's when it just happens
And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't crap is it?
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion
Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic
Cause I'm tellin you right now your not gonna like it
Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me
You poke a stick at a pit bull you get bit B
These words stick to you like crazy glue
When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty!
I'm the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!)
I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me?
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an
[Verse 2: Swifty]
Its in the media pitted me of a beef starter
In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one
Fuck slugs I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun
Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious
In a house full of dog shit,
I'ma gothic death project, you stop breathin
You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin
It ain't about what you readin
When you meet me better speak like a season's greetins
Either that or we'll be beefin free when
You niggaz need a 'E' just to speak shit!
Your leader is a botique bitch
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret
Nigga I did it from a mind of a mental patient
When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan
You brave?
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an
[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like us
But so what this beef is like
'What the fuck did he say in his rap Em?'
I can see that he's just a punk
I mean these niggaz squeeze on me
Please I'm seeing guts
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out them white to fight you
In front of every reporter that I don't like
No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write
So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT!"
I might as well give this up like heavy sales
And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt
We can't self destruct
I've never felt it this much
Come on fellas, get up
We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life
[Verse 4: Kon Artis]
I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith
Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick
We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them G's
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze
I can't believe you speaking on movin key's
But every time we hear you kick it
The only thing you sellin is wolf tickets
I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut sack
So when they bust you better bust back
And get your guts clapped outa your stomach
And when they want it (yeah)
I bring a hundred niggas from runave
So get your gun and if you comin
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an
Good mornin
Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up
Yo what is the what?
Well come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleepin on my group bitch!
[Verse 1: Eminem]
For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped
Cause I'ma have the last lips to ever kiss ass with
I just can't get past these little pissants
That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad
And they so mad they can't stand it
Cause we can and they can't spit (Haawk)
And they can't handle it like a man
And that's when it just happens
And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't crap is it?
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion
Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic
Cause I'm tellin you right now your not gonna like it
Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me
You poke a stick at a pit bull you get bit B
These words stick to you like crazy glue
When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty!
I'm the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!)
I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me?
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an
[Verse 2: Swifty]
Its in the media pitted me of a beef starter
In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one
Fuck slugs I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun
Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious
In a house full of dog shit,
I'ma gothic death project, you stop breathin
You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin
It ain't about what you readin
When you meet me better speak like a season's greetins
Either that or we'll be beefin free when
You niggaz need a 'E' just to speak shit!
Your leader is a botique bitch
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret
Nigga I did it from a mind of a mental patient
When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan
You brave?
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an
[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like us
But so what this beef is like
'What the fuck did he say in his rap Em?'
I can see that he's just a punk
I mean these niggaz squeeze on me
Please I'm seeing guts
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out them white to fight you
In front of every reporter that I don't like
No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write
So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT!"
I might as well give this up like heavy sales
And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt
We can't self destruct
I've never felt it this much
Come on fellas, get up
We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life
[Verse 4: Kon Artis]
I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith
Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick
We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them G's
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze
I can't believe you speaking on movin key's
But every time we hear you kick it
The only thing you sellin is wolf tickets
I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut sack
So when they bust you better bust back
And get your guts clapped outa your stomach
And when they want it (yeah)
I bring a hundred niggas from runave
So get your gun and if you comin
[Chorus: Eminem]
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an
How Come lyrics - D12
[Eminem:] So I changed huh? You got a phone, pick it up, call me
[Chorus: Eminem]
How come we don't even talk no more
And you don't even call no more
We don't barely keep in touch at all
And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefing now
After all the years we been down
Ain't no way no how, this bullshit can't be true
We family and ain't a damn thing changed, unless it's you
[Verse 1: Eminem]
So young, so full of life in vibrant side by side wherever you was ridin' I went
So close, almost on some Bonnie and Clyde shit
When Ronnie died you were right by my side with a shoulder to cry on
Tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear I cried inside it
You even had the same type of childhood I did
Sometimes I just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours
And mine I survived it, you ran the streets, I 9 to 5'd it
We grew up, grew apart, as time went by us, then I blew up
To both yours and mine surprises
Now I feel the vibe I just cant describe it
As much as your pride tries to hide it
Your cold, you touch its like ice
In your eyes is the look of resentment
I can sense it, and I don't like it
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Kon Artis]
It was my dream at first to be on spitting a verse
On my own album with a deal but shit got worse
So I came out I would've killed a nigga first
Before I let him disrespect me and check me over some worst
Some bitch that I wasn't with I would hit her then quit
But you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the shit
I told you don't get involved in it, you was smoking the chron with her
Coming out of the bar with her stumbling half drunk
Like you all was husband and wife or something
But me catching her fucking other niggers must've hurt you pride or something
'cause you won't fuck at the mouth with people like you wanted with me
When all I tried to do was show you that your bitch was shifty
And ever since the fans and all the shit that I produced
You're acting like I ain't your man and lying like she can't be loose
But I am really you friend, I'm just trying to tell you the truth
But don't hate the game or the player
'cause the one that is changing is you
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Proof]
You're only at the top 'cause my homie had to stop
Now we acting like I gotta live only for the block
Homies in the hood only she be on the tube
Only gossip on the porch get to speaking on who
Fools I used to rap with all expect magic
Like my finger get to snapping and *poof* it just happen
But PROOF is just acting out the party was stoned
Shady made it so my babies ain't starving at home
See the devil in you grin since the ghetto we been friends
Whenever real intelligence that's forever till the end
I be the hatred in your eyes and the Satan in your lives
And wasting my times with these snakes in disguise
(how come) when you talk its with bitter and spite
And (how come) it's my fault for what you did with your life
And everytime I go to hear you and play you look away
We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face.
[Chorus]
[Chorus: Eminem]
How come we don't even talk no more
And you don't even call no more
We don't barely keep in touch at all
And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefing now
After all the years we been down
Ain't no way no how, this bullshit can't be true
We family and ain't a damn thing changed, unless it's you
[Verse 1: Eminem]
So young, so full of life in vibrant side by side wherever you was ridin' I went
So close, almost on some Bonnie and Clyde shit
When Ronnie died you were right by my side with a shoulder to cry on
Tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear I cried inside it
You even had the same type of childhood I did
Sometimes I just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours
And mine I survived it, you ran the streets, I 9 to 5'd it
We grew up, grew apart, as time went by us, then I blew up
To both yours and mine surprises
Now I feel the vibe I just cant describe it
As much as your pride tries to hide it
Your cold, you touch its like ice
In your eyes is the look of resentment
I can sense it, and I don't like it
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Kon Artis]
It was my dream at first to be on spitting a verse
On my own album with a deal but shit got worse
So I came out I would've killed a nigga first
Before I let him disrespect me and check me over some worst
Some bitch that I wasn't with I would hit her then quit
But you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the shit
I told you don't get involved in it, you was smoking the chron with her
Coming out of the bar with her stumbling half drunk
Like you all was husband and wife or something
But me catching her fucking other niggers must've hurt you pride or something
'cause you won't fuck at the mouth with people like you wanted with me
When all I tried to do was show you that your bitch was shifty
And ever since the fans and all the shit that I produced
You're acting like I ain't your man and lying like she can't be loose
But I am really you friend, I'm just trying to tell you the truth
But don't hate the game or the player
'cause the one that is changing is you
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Proof]
You're only at the top 'cause my homie had to stop
Now we acting like I gotta live only for the block
Homies in the hood only she be on the tube
Only gossip on the porch get to speaking on who
Fools I used to rap with all expect magic
Like my finger get to snapping and *poof* it just happen
But PROOF is just acting out the party was stoned
Shady made it so my babies ain't starving at home
See the devil in you grin since the ghetto we been friends
Whenever real intelligence that's forever till the end
I be the hatred in your eyes and the Satan in your lives
And wasting my times with these snakes in disguise
(how come) when you talk its with bitter and spite
And (how come) it's my fault for what you did with your life
And everytime I go to hear you and play you look away
We barely embrace, you can't even look me in my face.
[Chorus]
Leave Dat Boy Alone lyrics - D12
[Chorus: Eminem]
Yall better leave dat boy alone
Cuz if they dont
You know they goin come back on 'em
And they dont want him to come back strong
I wouldnt durr get that boy goin
I said leave dat boy alone
Cuz yall dont know him
That there boy he out cold
And that there boy he been known
To stirr some shit up when he in that zone
[Bridge x2]
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Cuz you dont want to get that boy goin
[Verse 1: Swift]
It's my attitude that's makin me bust shit
I hate to be fucked with
So basically niggas wastin they time tryin to touch Swift
I run with a bunch of killers that dealt with punks
Returnin bows 'fore you be lookin at yourself get stomped
I'm a dysfunctional bastard who will puncture your ass
Witha mag and i'll be glad to send another one after you
Without no hesitation i run up in your house and wake your spouse up
And give her mouth to gun ressecitation
A niggas information, they hunted and they sad
Got you mad cuz they shittin through their stomach in a bag
We comin too strong so its irrelevant to blast you
We master ready, slash like relatives of Manson
When you hear us niggas think it's elephants dancin
Comin here is the worste mistake that could ever happen
When i'm in my vehicle i'm pullin you in
I gaurantee the world will never see you again
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Kon Artist]
Honest to god i usually try to keep to my self
But it's kinda hard when you surrounded by ignorants, well
Let me explain somethin to ya
A real street nigga aint tryin to get in the streets
He's tryin to get out, feel me?
And he aint the type of dude to pop a E and get drunk
And wave his heat all in the air like he's some dumb hoe punk
Atleast a soldier in the army lose his life over a cause
This nigger dyin over prizes to prove he got balls
I play keyboards, i dont play deep
You borrow guns, i own shit that explode when it hit
You think it's wrong that you hoes thinkin you can't really get sleep
Cuz you laid a nigga down without any meat
Well my cops wont allow me to make decisions in vein
I'm a magne i do my biddin and i do it again
If you take it to that level, i take it to whoever
Want to harm me and my family, Runyon Avenue forever
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Now people i live triflin i express it through writin
If you can't feel it, then i must express it through fightin
And i jus bought me a new gauge and added on a knew knife
And i strike peopel so fast people think i threw lightning
Clash with a few titans, blasted a few height men
Been harassed by two dykes who wanted (?lou pikner)
Plus you know i'm too violent, to be out with you whilin
Cuz as soon as you drivin im a spit a few 5 ones
And i love to Kunive son, and you left a live one
I know how to hide guns, skinny or wide ones
Go buy me a long sub and hide it inside buns
You lookin for hoes, and up in here you goin find none
You niggas get dropped once, and you can kiss my nuts
You soft little dry cunts, get stuck till your eyes shut
No time for the wild ones, i'm writin these five words
FUCK YOU DICK RIDIN NIGGAS count it, it's five words.
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Outro]
Sifty McVeigh (that boy he hot to death)
Mr. Porter (that boy he hot to death)
Kuniva (that boy he hot to death)
Yep, better step before you get beat to death
Yall dont want to be dem there boys
Dem there boys be makin noise
Dem there boys got all kind of toys
You better step before you get destroyed
D12
Dem there boys are hot to death
Yall better leave dat boy alone
Cuz if they dont
You know they goin come back on 'em
And they dont want him to come back strong
I wouldnt durr get that boy goin
I said leave dat boy alone
Cuz yall dont know him
That there boy he out cold
And that there boy he been known
To stirr some shit up when he in that zone
[Bridge x2]
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Cuz you dont want to get that boy goin
[Verse 1: Swift]
It's my attitude that's makin me bust shit
I hate to be fucked with
So basically niggas wastin they time tryin to touch Swift
I run with a bunch of killers that dealt with punks
Returnin bows 'fore you be lookin at yourself get stomped
I'm a dysfunctional bastard who will puncture your ass
Witha mag and i'll be glad to send another one after you
Without no hesitation i run up in your house and wake your spouse up
And give her mouth to gun ressecitation
A niggas information, they hunted and they sad
Got you mad cuz they shittin through their stomach in a bag
We comin too strong so its irrelevant to blast you
We master ready, slash like relatives of Manson
When you hear us niggas think it's elephants dancin
Comin here is the worste mistake that could ever happen
When i'm in my vehicle i'm pullin you in
I gaurantee the world will never see you again
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Kon Artist]
Honest to god i usually try to keep to my self
But it's kinda hard when you surrounded by ignorants, well
Let me explain somethin to ya
A real street nigga aint tryin to get in the streets
He's tryin to get out, feel me?
And he aint the type of dude to pop a E and get drunk
And wave his heat all in the air like he's some dumb hoe punk
Atleast a soldier in the army lose his life over a cause
This nigger dyin over prizes to prove he got balls
I play keyboards, i dont play deep
You borrow guns, i own shit that explode when it hit
You think it's wrong that you hoes thinkin you can't really get sleep
Cuz you laid a nigga down without any meat
Well my cops wont allow me to make decisions in vein
I'm a magne i do my biddin and i do it again
If you take it to that level, i take it to whoever
Want to harm me and my family, Runyon Avenue forever
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Now people i live triflin i express it through writin
If you can't feel it, then i must express it through fightin
And i jus bought me a new gauge and added on a knew knife
And i strike peopel so fast people think i threw lightning
Clash with a few titans, blasted a few height men
Been harassed by two dykes who wanted (?lou pikner)
Plus you know i'm too violent, to be out with you whilin
Cuz as soon as you drivin im a spit a few 5 ones
And i love to Kunive son, and you left a live one
I know how to hide guns, skinny or wide ones
Go buy me a long sub and hide it inside buns
You lookin for hoes, and up in here you goin find none
You niggas get dropped once, and you can kiss my nuts
You soft little dry cunts, get stuck till your eyes shut
No time for the wild ones, i'm writin these five words
FUCK YOU DICK RIDIN NIGGAS count it, it's five words.
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Outro]
Sifty McVeigh (that boy he hot to death)
Mr. Porter (that boy he hot to death)
Kuniva (that boy he hot to death)
Yep, better step before you get beat to death
Yall dont want to be dem there boys
Dem there boys be makin noise
Dem there boys got all kind of toys
You better step before you get destroyed
D12
Dem there boys are hot to death
Get My Gun lyrics - D12
[Eminem]
I'm gonna get my gun!
[Eminem:] This motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
[Kon Artis:] Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?
[Eminem:] I got something for his ass.
[Kon Artis:] Calm Down
[Eminem:] No YOU Calm Down!
[Kon Artis:] Man. . what's you're problem?
[Eminem:] Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!?
[Kon Artis:] Man, he wasn't poppin' shit.
[Eminem:] You heard him he was poppin' them shit
[Kon Artis:] What shit?
[Eminem:] That shit! You heard him!
[Kon Artis:] He asked for your autograph!
[Swifty McVay]
A mass murderer pack burners to blast further then you can get
My shit be shooting threw bricks
I mix anything togetha, I done guillotine a *****
Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta
I'll be severin' heads, i'm in everyones nightmare
A ***** that can never ever be scared of the feds
And the *****s that'll fuck with you
Stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do
Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk, you're soft
Get you're balls blew off, from a sawdof , Fa' raw dawg?
Crazier then all yall , what you like the navy when i'm angry
You'll never catch me hanging in a lops car
All I have is thought of, breathing evil
Desert Eagle's will eat threw people
When I see you i'mma heat you're beef slow
Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and. .
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
This motherfucker's poppin' that shit
Nah fuck that i'll be right back
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Nah motherfucker fuck you
You ain't disrespecting me like that
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch how you like that?
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice one, bitch this is my gat
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
[Kuniva]
I bring it to *****s looking as if they want trouble
I send they body flippin' around like a stunt double
Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckin'
I'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckin'
Squat under trucks and screaming "that *****'s bluffin'"
I cuff my nuts while cussing "don't trust him"
I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My Nigga Big I and Mal' lettin' the heat blow
Heat sleep hoes got in you're neepo
'Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws
You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders
You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny boulders
A grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feeling frogish, you leap bitch
My car is right across the street bitch and . . (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
[Proof]
My whole outfit count clips
Get you're house lit the fuck up
You're spouse shit, and you're mouse clip
Betta' watch miscountliss, slugs imma send
Watch you hollow when the hollow tips go threw you're skin
I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz i'mma see him
When I cock back might put the door on you're friends
Make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin
Ain't going no were like the drugs outta Kim
I'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb
Get a eye full of lid when I slight you're lights out
With a street cleaner, whipe you're life out
Bullets know at you're ears, like a Tyson fight bout
Fuck the night clout, guns, clips...(I'M GONNA GET MY...)
Fuck that run bitch!
Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know me
?Aint no probably be home lonley?
[Chorus fades to background music]
[Eminem]
Dumbass motherfuckers allways gotta come to me with some dumb shit!
. . .Fucking. . . I don't told this motherfucker. .
Wassup bitch!? Autograph this!. . .oh shit
(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
I'm trying to pull the trigger but its stuck!...FUCK!
My shit is all jammed up!...UGH!
C'mon you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing, mother-fucking piece of shit, shoot...AH!
Yeah!, wattup bitch!? say that shit again!
Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it, ricocheted back in his shin
Went threw his bitch on his way back, hit his friend
Payback homie, don't play that shit is spin
To be on I told you to leave this shit alone
Or...(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN)
And it's a shame i'm to drunk to even aim
Denaun stept in the way and I shot him in his leg
Its like . . .
[Kon Artis]
Bang, Bang, Bang, *****, Pow, Pow, Pow
Everybody busting rounds like they "Ra',Ra',Ra'"
But when you seee me in the street I be like wassup now?
They bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down (Chill out man)
Fuck that I got a bone to pick
You said it then have settle like some grown man shit
Then me and you could talk about our problems couldn't we?
Shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously
I guess not, you wanna' resort to the heater
So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
Step in between us and get shot
?But get seperated with the squeaza?
You aint ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to play with!
[Chorus]
[Bizarre]
Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of speghetti
Its been one hour and bitch my photo's aint ready
Picture's of my dog and my family reunion
It's been two hours and my fucking days ruined
Hey "Kate" do you wanna get raped?
Have my pictures on fucking Philips 38
That's why I don't be fucking battle rapping
'Cuz everytime I loose, this is what the fuck happens (Gun shots)
Back to these pictures I was trying to get developed
This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn't let him
I'm ready to blow this bitches brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some shit came out
Times up, shot her with a gun
Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run
And all this crazy shit I, regret it. . .
All because I wanted to see Elton John naked
I'm gonna get my gun!
[Eminem:] This motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
[Kon Artis:] Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?
[Eminem:] I got something for his ass.
[Kon Artis:] Calm Down
[Eminem:] No YOU Calm Down!
[Kon Artis:] Man. . what's you're problem?
[Eminem:] Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!?
[Kon Artis:] Man, he wasn't poppin' shit.
[Eminem:] You heard him he was poppin' them shit
[Kon Artis:] What shit?
[Eminem:] That shit! You heard him!
[Kon Artis:] He asked for your autograph!
[Swifty McVay]
A mass murderer pack burners to blast further then you can get
My shit be shooting threw bricks
I mix anything togetha, I done guillotine a *****
Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta
I'll be severin' heads, i'm in everyones nightmare
A ***** that can never ever be scared of the feds
And the *****s that'll fuck with you
Stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do
Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk, you're soft
Get you're balls blew off, from a sawdof , Fa' raw dawg?
Crazier then all yall , what you like the navy when i'm angry
You'll never catch me hanging in a lops car
All I have is thought of, breathing evil
Desert Eagle's will eat threw people
When I see you i'mma heat you're beef slow
Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and. .
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
This motherfucker's poppin' that shit
Nah fuck that i'll be right back
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Nah motherfucker fuck you
You ain't disrespecting me like that
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch how you like that?
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice one, bitch this is my gat
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
[Kuniva]
I bring it to *****s looking as if they want trouble
I send they body flippin' around like a stunt double
Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckin'
I'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckin'
Squat under trucks and screaming "that *****'s bluffin'"
I cuff my nuts while cussing "don't trust him"
I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My Nigga Big I and Mal' lettin' the heat blow
Heat sleep hoes got in you're neepo
'Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws
You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders
You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny boulders
A grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feeling frogish, you leap bitch
My car is right across the street bitch and . . (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
[Proof]
My whole outfit count clips
Get you're house lit the fuck up
You're spouse shit, and you're mouse clip
Betta' watch miscountliss, slugs imma send
Watch you hollow when the hollow tips go threw you're skin
I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz i'mma see him
When I cock back might put the door on you're friends
Make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin
Ain't going no were like the drugs outta Kim
I'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb
Get a eye full of lid when I slight you're lights out
With a street cleaner, whipe you're life out
Bullets know at you're ears, like a Tyson fight bout
Fuck the night clout, guns, clips...(I'M GONNA GET MY...)
Fuck that run bitch!
Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know me
?Aint no probably be home lonley?
[Chorus fades to background music]
[Eminem]
Dumbass motherfuckers allways gotta come to me with some dumb shit!
. . .Fucking. . . I don't told this motherfucker. .
Wassup bitch!? Autograph this!. . .oh shit
(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)
I'm trying to pull the trigger but its stuck!...FUCK!
My shit is all jammed up!...UGH!
C'mon you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing, mother-fucking piece of shit, shoot...AH!
Yeah!, wattup bitch!? say that shit again!
Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it, ricocheted back in his shin
Went threw his bitch on his way back, hit his friend
Payback homie, don't play that shit is spin
To be on I told you to leave this shit alone
Or...(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN)
And it's a shame i'm to drunk to even aim
Denaun stept in the way and I shot him in his leg
Its like . . .
[Kon Artis]
Bang, Bang, Bang, *****, Pow, Pow, Pow
Everybody busting rounds like they "Ra',Ra',Ra'"
But when you seee me in the street I be like wassup now?
They bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down (Chill out man)
Fuck that I got a bone to pick
You said it then have settle like some grown man shit
Then me and you could talk about our problems couldn't we?
Shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously
I guess not, you wanna' resort to the heater
So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
Step in between us and get shot
?But get seperated with the squeaza?
You aint ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to play with!
[Chorus]
[Bizarre]
Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of speghetti
Its been one hour and bitch my photo's aint ready
Picture's of my dog and my family reunion
It's been two hours and my fucking days ruined
Hey "Kate" do you wanna get raped?
Have my pictures on fucking Philips 38
That's why I don't be fucking battle rapping
'Cuz everytime I loose, this is what the fuck happens (Gun shots)
Back to these pictures I was trying to get developed
This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn't let him
I'm ready to blow this bitches brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some shit came out
Times up, shot her with a gun
Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run
And all this crazy shit I, regret it. . .
All because I wanted to see Elton John naked
Bizarre (Skit) (D12 World) lyrics - D12
[Nasty Minds D12 Background]
Shit dog,
Hahaha
[Swifty Mcvay]
I jus told him.
The motherfucker that he goin' to far wit this shit.
He's doin' that crazy ass shit he talkin' nigga..
[Kuniva]
Uh What..?
[Swifty Mcvay]
Nigga don't act like you don't know this group member.
Mother fucka'.
You know he talkin' that crazy ass shit.
He goin' to far Man.
[D12 Mumbbeling]
[Swifty Mcvay]
Man, It's sweet. It aint bad..
[D12 Mumbelling]
[Proof]
Aiy, Aiy, Aiy, Aiy, BIZZY!
Bring yo' fat ass over here..
nigga, C'mere.
[D12 Laughing]
[Swifty Mcvay]
Kick that shit in here..
[Kuniva]
Wanna Kick some shit man?
[Kuniva]
Turn the radio down dogg, turn the radio dog.
[Bizarre]
My girlfriends in the olympics, she'll be running track meets
Im lieying, shes a paraplegic, she eats wit her feet'
[D12 Laughing]
Hahahahahaha
[Bizzare]
The Fuck' you laughin at?
She'll be here next week.
In a black jeep, wit 2 other Handicap Freaks.
[D12 Laughing]
Yeah Nigga! Haha.
That shits dope man,
thats some crazy ass shit.
That was some crazy shit dogg!
[D12 Mumbelling]
That was crazy.
That was crazy as hell to hear.
[D12 Laughing and Mumbelling]
Shit dog,
Hahaha
[Swifty Mcvay]
I jus told him.
The motherfucker that he goin' to far wit this shit.
He's doin' that crazy ass shit he talkin' nigga..
[Kuniva]
Uh What..?
[Swifty Mcvay]
Nigga don't act like you don't know this group member.
Mother fucka'.
You know he talkin' that crazy ass shit.
He goin' to far Man.
[D12 Mumbbeling]
[Swifty Mcvay]
Man, It's sweet. It aint bad..
[D12 Mumbelling]
[Proof]
Aiy, Aiy, Aiy, Aiy, BIZZY!
Bring yo' fat ass over here..
nigga, C'mere.
[D12 Laughing]
[Swifty Mcvay]
Kick that shit in here..
[Kuniva]
Wanna Kick some shit man?
[Kuniva]
Turn the radio down dogg, turn the radio dog.
[Bizarre]
My girlfriends in the olympics, she'll be running track meets
Im lieying, shes a paraplegic, she eats wit her feet'
[D12 Laughing]
Hahahahahaha
[Bizzare]
The Fuck' you laughin at?
She'll be here next week.
In a black jeep, wit 2 other Handicap Freaks.
[D12 Laughing]
Yeah Nigga! Haha.
That shits dope man,
thats some crazy ass shit.
That was some crazy shit dogg!
[D12 Mumbelling]
That was crazy.
That was crazy as hell to hear.
[D12 Laughing and Mumbelling]
Bitch lyrics - D12
[Intro: Eminem]
Bitches always be all... giggling and shit. (come on BITCH)
But they get mad when there favorite song don't come on in the club.
Catch an attitude and shit
We got one for them. goes like this
[Verse 1: Eminem]
We wrote a song for the hoes
You like to hear? Here it goes
A little something you probably won't hear on your radio
So when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows
And if I'm talking too fast it just means you're listening too slow
And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, Bitch
Jew Ja Jaw Jaw Da Dun Jew Ja
You just made me mess up, Bitch
Bleeb Blab Blah Blah Blah Blah
It don't matter, I'm just blabbering
Like you understand what I'm saying Anyway
I'm just traveling In one ear and I'm out the other
You're so fucking drunk all you hear is the Beat the beat
I could be saying anything Get ya ass on the floor
Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before
Baby and shake that ass like a whore
[Chorus]
Yeah I'm talking to you BITCH (get up and dance bitch)
Wiggle that ass BITCH (yeah that's it. yeah I called you a bitch)
What you going to do about it BITCH?
Sit there and cry like a little BITCH? BITCH.
Get up and dance BITCH (wiggle that ass bitch)
You little trash BITCH (yeah that's it. yeah I called you a trash bitch)
Not trailer trash SWITCH
Take the person you with and exchange partners
[Verse 2: Swift]
Tell me that it ain't no hanging, and fuck calling home
Until you look at me before you answer the phone
When I flee, your ass can get as naked and be as free
As you wanna be freak
But I'm taking the key with me.
You ain't gonna get shit, so don't even ask
Disrespect my wishes, I'll beat your ass
Watch me coming home floor eating half of your doggy bag
And I leave laughing, while you calling me on the rag
I'm the type that might cut off the lights when I hit
And before she cut them on, Kuniva already SWITCHED
Your ass ain't even riding with Swift unless your going
When I'm done, I throw you out and ask you where you going
[Verse 3: Bizarre]
Hoe ain't the only thing you call a girl
Slut, Tramp, (oh, how you doing CHERYL?)
Ever since I was 8, I been starting to hate
I said fuck the Ho's, started eating cheese cake
Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberries and grapes
Damn that sounds great, hold on wait (Bizzy)
OK, back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that
Give me stitches. a fucking half Indian chick, suck my dick
This time tomorrow, I wont remember shit
Got respect for a player, got on snoop gators
And they ain't Now-and-Laters, bitch
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Kuniva, Kon Artis, Dina Rae]
Hey baby whats up with you
Aiiyo your man here with you?
Nah, you single, I can tell(you came with them hoes didn't you)
No you need friends girl, excuse him Mr lick it
(aiiyo lets get this party cracking these bitches ain't got bitches)
Now you know he didn't mean that (come on you seen that)
(she all whining and shit, get this bitch a Kleenex)
(what did he say?)
Nothing, he said you seem stressed
(naw, you got a big butt)
And you wearing your nice dress(cause I was gonna say)
(you wasn't gonna say shit)
(excuse me?)
He said Michael Jackson just got another face lift
(dumb hoe)
(oh, nigga!)
No, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight
(bitch, what up though just fuck for a buck, do something strange for change, maybe holla for a dollar, just hop in the range)
(fuck both yall niggas)
See I was trying to be polite, stank ass trick (oh someone jacking off tonight)
[Verse 5: Proof]
Why you a bitch but don't choke
I say the same to my momma
I got Christina, Brittany with me, shit
We banging Madonna
Watch her strip you on that 10 bitch ain't got change for a dollar
Blow your tongue and give kiss on your mouth you came with a condom
Quick out is the motto and just swallow breathe, swallow breathe, now swallow these e's
I know you moca lotti mommys wont get down on your knees
You wont some money honey damn you must be outta your weave
Hit the telly fuck her belly you ain't gotta go weak
Plus you wanna be a mattie you need a lot of more sleep
I'm a pimp bitch don't be shy, show me them big tits
Your lipstick, I want it smeared all on my limp dick
For instance, busting nuts is only my interest
So princess, don't get your feelings hurt cause men just
Partying bullshit till she gargle and swallow my dick
I'm taking the train to Spain, don't bother calling bitch
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Yeah, you heard me bitch.
Did I stu-stu-studder stupid?
You ain't listen to the words of this song anyways
All you do is listen to the beats with your dumbass (BITCH)
Dancing, trying to get a nigga money in the club
With your stupid manuper self
I was talking bout you Do-do
You, you dumb bitch
YOU!
The one that want a drink but don't want to pay for it
Spend all the money you make all week on that dress
And I spill a drink on it, actin' like I'm drunk when I'm not
I'M JUST TRYING TO FUCK
I'm JUST TRYING TO FUCK BITCH!
(D-Twizzy, Yeah. Bitch, Bitch)
Bitches always be all... giggling and shit. (come on BITCH)
But they get mad when there favorite song don't come on in the club.
Catch an attitude and shit
We got one for them. goes like this
[Verse 1: Eminem]
We wrote a song for the hoes
You like to hear? Here it goes
A little something you probably won't hear on your radio
So when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows
And if I'm talking too fast it just means you're listening too slow
And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, Bitch
Jew Ja Jaw Jaw Da Dun Jew Ja
You just made me mess up, Bitch
Bleeb Blab Blah Blah Blah Blah
It don't matter, I'm just blabbering
Like you understand what I'm saying Anyway
I'm just traveling In one ear and I'm out the other
You're so fucking drunk all you hear is the Beat the beat
I could be saying anything Get ya ass on the floor
Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before
Baby and shake that ass like a whore
[Chorus]
Yeah I'm talking to you BITCH (get up and dance bitch)
Wiggle that ass BITCH (yeah that's it. yeah I called you a bitch)
What you going to do about it BITCH?
Sit there and cry like a little BITCH? BITCH.
Get up and dance BITCH (wiggle that ass bitch)
You little trash BITCH (yeah that's it. yeah I called you a trash bitch)
Not trailer trash SWITCH
Take the person you with and exchange partners
[Verse 2: Swift]
Tell me that it ain't no hanging, and fuck calling home
Until you look at me before you answer the phone
When I flee, your ass can get as naked and be as free
As you wanna be freak
But I'm taking the key with me.
You ain't gonna get shit, so don't even ask
Disrespect my wishes, I'll beat your ass
Watch me coming home floor eating half of your doggy bag
And I leave laughing, while you calling me on the rag
I'm the type that might cut off the lights when I hit
And before she cut them on, Kuniva already SWITCHED
Your ass ain't even riding with Swift unless your going
When I'm done, I throw you out and ask you where you going
[Verse 3: Bizarre]
Hoe ain't the only thing you call a girl
Slut, Tramp, (oh, how you doing CHERYL?)
Ever since I was 8, I been starting to hate
I said fuck the Ho's, started eating cheese cake
Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberries and grapes
Damn that sounds great, hold on wait (Bizzy)
OK, back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that
Give me stitches. a fucking half Indian chick, suck my dick
This time tomorrow, I wont remember shit
Got respect for a player, got on snoop gators
And they ain't Now-and-Laters, bitch
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Kuniva, Kon Artis, Dina Rae]
Hey baby whats up with you
Aiiyo your man here with you?
Nah, you single, I can tell(you came with them hoes didn't you)
No you need friends girl, excuse him Mr lick it
(aiiyo lets get this party cracking these bitches ain't got bitches)
Now you know he didn't mean that (come on you seen that)
(she all whining and shit, get this bitch a Kleenex)
(what did he say?)
Nothing, he said you seem stressed
(naw, you got a big butt)
And you wearing your nice dress(cause I was gonna say)
(you wasn't gonna say shit)
(excuse me?)
He said Michael Jackson just got another face lift
(dumb hoe)
(oh, nigga!)
No, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight
(bitch, what up though just fuck for a buck, do something strange for change, maybe holla for a dollar, just hop in the range)
(fuck both yall niggas)
See I was trying to be polite, stank ass trick (oh someone jacking off tonight)
[Verse 5: Proof]
Why you a bitch but don't choke
I say the same to my momma
I got Christina, Brittany with me, shit
We banging Madonna
Watch her strip you on that 10 bitch ain't got change for a dollar
Blow your tongue and give kiss on your mouth you came with a condom
Quick out is the motto and just swallow breathe, swallow breathe, now swallow these e's
I know you moca lotti mommys wont get down on your knees
You wont some money honey damn you must be outta your weave
Hit the telly fuck her belly you ain't gotta go weak
Plus you wanna be a mattie you need a lot of more sleep
I'm a pimp bitch don't be shy, show me them big tits
Your lipstick, I want it smeared all on my limp dick
For instance, busting nuts is only my interest
So princess, don't get your feelings hurt cause men just
Partying bullshit till she gargle and swallow my dick
I'm taking the train to Spain, don't bother calling bitch
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Yeah, you heard me bitch.
Did I stu-stu-studder stupid?
You ain't listen to the words of this song anyways
All you do is listen to the beats with your dumbass (BITCH)
Dancing, trying to get a nigga money in the club
With your stupid manuper self
I was talking bout you Do-do
You, you dumb bitch
YOU!
The one that want a drink but don't want to pay for it
Spend all the money you make all week on that dress
And I spill a drink on it, actin' like I'm drunk when I'm not
I'M JUST TRYING TO FUCK
I'm JUST TRYING TO FUCK BITCH!
(D-Twizzy, Yeah. Bitch, Bitch)
Steve's Coffee House lyrics - D12
Kum ba yah, Kum ba yah
Kum ba yah, D12, Kum ba yah
D12, Kum ba yah
I've had a special request for..
I take a couple uppers,
I down a couple downers,
but nothin' compares
til' those blue and yellow purple pills
I've been to mushroom mountain,
once or twice boy who's countin'
but nothin' compares
to those purple yellow blue an pills
Cool, calm just like my mom
With a couple of valiums inside her palms
D12 World lyrics - D12
[Intro]
Welcome to D12 World!
Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls.
Welcome to D12 World!
Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world.
(Distorted) The world wants me to cope.
I don't smoke crack, I don't smoke crack, I don't.
[Bizarre]
Fuck the silly shit, I pull a mac milli quick,
When D12 rock his summer it's over with.
All these bitches and all these hoes,
What the fuck you looking at me for? (You, nigga!).
Oh yeah, you like my chain, want to get your skinny ass up in the Range.
I like my bitches raspy and nasty,
I like a fat and nasty bitch named Ashley
[Swift]
I slide you dope without no procrastination,
And you can watch me fuck up your imagination.
I'm always getting drunk, and I fiend to smack hoes,
I mean it, I leave them screamin' like pterodactyls.
This is our world. . .
[Kuniva]
We'd love to smack you,
Hot lead flying with debris and shrapnel.
Rippin' you to shreds, fuckin' up your tattoo.
Break into your crib, take your records and plaques too.
[Kon Artis]
D12 is, that's who!
Got you limpin'.
Still poppin' somethin' purple with a bottle of gin bitch!
I fuck up your kinship, I lie in this shit.
Peep, I stole your mom's jeep and crashed into my street.
[Proof]
Crazy derange. Of course we Shady's gang,
Of course we wear clothes with holes and blood stains.
No doubt, we shoot badges, born with ski masks.
Chew on shro, rainbows, and p acids.
[Chorus]
Welcome to D12 World!
Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls.
Welcome to D12 World!
Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world.
Welcome to D12 World!
(Kon Artis Singing)
Welcome to D12 World!
Aaaaahhhhh!!!
[Kuniva]
Aiyyo
nigga's be talkin' shit, but they layin' slugs? now.
I graduated from techs, I grip a pump now.
I used to be nice, but nice don't cut it.
Now I over they wig, if they don't open my budget.
[Bizarre]
Them D12 nigga's, they be quick to blast.
I take my shower cap off, and whup your ass.
Steppin' to us, you can't be the smartest,
Cause you'll get dropped like an Aftermath artist.
[Swift]
They catch me mingling by a bitch with class,
When she turn I'll be sprinkling some shit in her glass.
What part of this you can't understand?
I'll emulate a man, worse then making a band.
(Kuniva - Don't be mistakin' that man),
(Kon Artis - He'll invite you over.)
Real fast, and pass your ass a glass of ebola.
[Kon Artis]
I've been doing this for a minute,
And I'm starting to see my little brother Caleb
Look more like a star then me.
That's why I just started workin' out.
Man, this shit ain't workin' out.
Welcome to D12 World!
Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls.
Welcome to D12 World!
Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world.
(Distorted) The world wants me to cope.
I don't smoke crack, I don't smoke crack, I don't.
[Bizarre]
Fuck the silly shit, I pull a mac milli quick,
When D12 rock his summer it's over with.
All these bitches and all these hoes,
What the fuck you looking at me for? (You, nigga!).
Oh yeah, you like my chain, want to get your skinny ass up in the Range.
I like my bitches raspy and nasty,
I like a fat and nasty bitch named Ashley
[Swift]
I slide you dope without no procrastination,
And you can watch me fuck up your imagination.
I'm always getting drunk, and I fiend to smack hoes,
I mean it, I leave them screamin' like pterodactyls.
This is our world. . .
[Kuniva]
We'd love to smack you,
Hot lead flying with debris and shrapnel.
Rippin' you to shreds, fuckin' up your tattoo.
Break into your crib, take your records and plaques too.
[Kon Artis]
D12 is, that's who!
Got you limpin'.
Still poppin' somethin' purple with a bottle of gin bitch!
I fuck up your kinship, I lie in this shit.
Peep, I stole your mom's jeep and crashed into my street.
[Proof]
Crazy derange. Of course we Shady's gang,
Of course we wear clothes with holes and blood stains.
No doubt, we shoot badges, born with ski masks.
Chew on shro, rainbows, and p acids.
[Chorus]
Welcome to D12 World!
Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls.
Welcome to D12 World!
Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world.
Welcome to D12 World!
(Kon Artis Singing)
Welcome to D12 World!
Aaaaahhhhh!!!
[Kuniva]
Aiyyo
nigga's be talkin' shit, but they layin' slugs? now.
I graduated from techs, I grip a pump now.
I used to be nice, but nice don't cut it.
Now I over they wig, if they don't open my budget.
[Bizarre]
Them D12 nigga's, they be quick to blast.
I take my shower cap off, and whup your ass.
Steppin' to us, you can't be the smartest,
Cause you'll get dropped like an Aftermath artist.
[Swift]
They catch me mingling by a bitch with class,
When she turn I'll be sprinkling some shit in her glass.
What part of this you can't understand?
I'll emulate a man, worse then making a band.
(Kuniva - Don't be mistakin' that man),
(Kon Artis - He'll invite you over.)
Real fast, and pass your ass a glass of ebola.
[Kon Artis]
I've been doing this for a minute,
And I'm starting to see my little brother Caleb
Look more like a star then me.
That's why I just started workin' out.
Man, this shit ain't workin' out.
40 Oz lyrics - D12
[Intro (background "WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!")]
Yeah nigga! It's D12 up in this motherfucker!
You know how we get nigga we wild in the club
Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga!
So wile the fuck out!
[Chorus]
Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It) [8x]
Bitch!!!
[Bizzare]
We fucked up,
Let us in the club.
One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug, (Yeah)
I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month.
Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk.
D12 start shit, nigga come get us,
7 Mile Runyan, wild niggas wit us,
Cause all my niggas is talkin' that shit.
Ain't got no problem, with smackin no bitch.
I'll have my wife, cut your throat.
Blunts, gans, that's all we smoke
Wild the fuck out, stab you with a knife,
It's D12 nigga, we ready to fuckin' fight.
[Chorus]
Biiitch
[Eminem]
Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this blade in the throat!
You know the po-po don't let me hold them toasters no mo'
I just cut three people, you gon' be number four
If you don't back the fuck up, and get the fuck up off the flo'.
My crew is takin over as soon as we hit the do'
You hit the door then we comin' in and you goin' home.
Security that can't even stop us because they know,
Runyan Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we go.
Suckin on our 40's and holdin up .44's.
We come with toasters like we just opened saving's and loans.
And we don't need your brew tonight homie we brought our own.
So grab whatever you sippin on and let's get it on!!!!
[Chorus]
[Kuniva]
We deep as a motherfuck, we 'bout to get it crunk
You just another punk in the club about to get jumped
I settle my vendettas with AK's, Berettas
We dont supposed to be in here with our weapons but still they let us.
Switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle.
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble.
Elbows flying, bitches crying, niggas bleeding, you retreating.
Run into your car and skatin off, We G'ing
We make example out of you haters runnin' your mouth.
You the reason why your peoples is pourin they 40z out.
Dirty Dozen whiling, beat niggas bloodied.
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies.
[Chorus]
Biiitch
[Proof]
I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk.
80 Proof for this rocker, that's the name I want.
I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me there
Only talk to a bitch with burgundy hair.
Or the aisle in the back, bump a seven deuce.
See that top on that 40, you know it's comin' loose.
See me on the Av. daily, we runnin' this shit.
If your chick get loud, I g-money that bitch.
Packin mags and clips, I'll smash your clique.
Because of Proof they put the "G" in the alphabet.
Smoking weed, drinking henny, remy, in that jimmy
Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty.
[Chorus]
Yeah nigga! It's D12 up in this motherfucker!
You know how we get nigga we wild in the club
Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga!
So wile the fuck out!
[Chorus]
Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It) [8x]
Bitch!!!
[Bizzare]
We fucked up,
Let us in the club.
One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug, (Yeah)
I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month.
Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk.
D12 start shit, nigga come get us,
7 Mile Runyan, wild niggas wit us,
Cause all my niggas is talkin' that shit.
Ain't got no problem, with smackin no bitch.
I'll have my wife, cut your throat.
Blunts, gans, that's all we smoke
Wild the fuck out, stab you with a knife,
It's D12 nigga, we ready to fuckin' fight.
[Chorus]
Biiitch
[Eminem]
Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this blade in the throat!
You know the po-po don't let me hold them toasters no mo'
I just cut three people, you gon' be number four
If you don't back the fuck up, and get the fuck up off the flo'.
My crew is takin over as soon as we hit the do'
You hit the door then we comin' in and you goin' home.
Security that can't even stop us because they know,
Runyan Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we go.
Suckin on our 40's and holdin up .44's.
We come with toasters like we just opened saving's and loans.
And we don't need your brew tonight homie we brought our own.
So grab whatever you sippin on and let's get it on!!!!
[Chorus]
[Kuniva]
We deep as a motherfuck, we 'bout to get it crunk
You just another punk in the club about to get jumped
I settle my vendettas with AK's, Berettas
We dont supposed to be in here with our weapons but still they let us.
Switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle.
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble.
Elbows flying, bitches crying, niggas bleeding, you retreating.
Run into your car and skatin off, We G'ing
We make example out of you haters runnin' your mouth.
You the reason why your peoples is pourin they 40z out.
Dirty Dozen whiling, beat niggas bloodied.
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies.
[Chorus]
Biiitch
[Proof]
I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk.
80 Proof for this rocker, that's the name I want.
I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me there
Only talk to a bitch with burgundy hair.
Or the aisle in the back, bump a seven deuce.
See that top on that 40, you know it's comin' loose.
See me on the Av. daily, we runnin' this shit.
If your chick get loud, I g-money that bitch.
Packin mags and clips, I'll smash your clique.
Because of Proof they put the "G" in the alphabet.
Smoking weed, drinking henny, remy, in that jimmy
Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty.
[Chorus]
Commercial Break lyrics - D12 (feat. Young Zee)
[Kuniva]
Yo, testing
This thing back on again
Alright, perfect, God damn good
Yo, this is Rondell Beene
I'm back on the motherfuckin' scene
and I'm upset as a motherfucker
I mean first I didn't get paid for the D12 shit
You heard me rippin' on there, they just edited my verse out
Then I was on Obie's shit, I was in Obie's video
and that Obie go ahead and I didn't get paid for that shit
And now they got this bald head weed smokin motherfucker
and his name is...
[Young Zee]
Young Zee, keep movin' for the macs. Be cubin'
Hmm? I'll make you sing like big Ruben
Man, in the hood, I'm the American Idol
First I fight you, and then run up on your stairs with a rifle
Bang.
Tech claims make you wipe out like X-Games
Next sprain's in your motherfuckin' leg bang?
Tryin' to shoot me like they tryin' to shoot 50
Either you gon' die or need a new kidney
Till I drop, I'm a sell to your friends
Till I get some of that tin, in the federal pin
I spit better than them
niggaz wanna fight me, better go get in the gym
or the metal'll spin. Since smokes' in 'Nam
doin' drugs than Eminem moms
Ten times, Dirty Dozen. All x times
Bash your ride, crash when you drive
flip your dumbass out the passenger side
Uhh [car crash]
Yo, testing
This thing back on again
Alright, perfect, God damn good
Yo, this is Rondell Beene
I'm back on the motherfuckin' scene
and I'm upset as a motherfucker
I mean first I didn't get paid for the D12 shit
You heard me rippin' on there, they just edited my verse out
Then I was on Obie's shit, I was in Obie's video
and that Obie go ahead and I didn't get paid for that shit
And now they got this bald head weed smokin motherfucker
and his name is...
[Young Zee]
Young Zee, keep movin' for the macs. Be cubin'
Hmm? I'll make you sing like big Ruben
Man, in the hood, I'm the American Idol
First I fight you, and then run up on your stairs with a rifle
Bang.
Tech claims make you wipe out like X-Games
Next sprain's in your motherfuckin' leg bang?
Tryin' to shoot me like they tryin' to shoot 50
Either you gon' die or need a new kidney
Till I drop, I'm a sell to your friends
Till I get some of that tin, in the federal pin
I spit better than them
niggaz wanna fight me, better go get in the gym
or the metal'll spin. Since smokes' in 'Nam
doin' drugs than Eminem moms
Ten times, Dirty Dozen. All x times
Bash your ride, crash when you drive
flip your dumbass out the passenger side
Uhh [car crash]
American Psycho 2 lyrics - D12
[Chorus - B-Real]
I'm a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains
That I'm a psycho
Better get it through your brain, when you say my name, never say it in vain
Cause I'm a psycho
[Verse 1 - Swift]
I'm a motherfuckin omen, I bow down to no man, I'll split a ***** open,
Killing folks compulsive, a soldier wit a motive, scrotum big as boulders,
I'll hold it then unload on you, put on poster, so everyone can notice who
Was focused on his pokin, they nose in our business, hopin that I don't come
Smoke 'em, No one knows my notions or emotions,I'm a vulture,
Close to croakin any moment, and I know when, I could fuck the culture up,
Probably rap, a maniac, wit anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat, speak when
You spoken to, and I don't have to read a fuckin magazine or quoteable, to notice
What you hoes'll do
[Verse 2 - Kuniva]
We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up, show up at your residence
And light your front door up, get scared, life ain't fair, and I'm prepared to blast you
Just as fast as dre can say hell yeah, so watch what you say, cause it can happen
Either today or the next minute, i can draw the heater and spray and I'm dead
Serious, you could be dead period, end of story, I'm on your porch wit a gun and
Your son sippin a forty, No one can hold me, I does it all by my lonely,
Stomp your head while you awake, you'll be looking like gumby, Aftermath and Shady bitch
You can read it and weep, you see my poster in the hood for the G of the week
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Bizzare]
They found Saddam, but they ain't gonna find me, I'll be under a tree,
In Buttfuck Tennessee, and I don't know too much about my daddy,
Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny, I ain't a racist
I just hate whites, fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites, 13 years old
And joined a fucking gang, hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking pain
Am I insane?, who really knows, cause any second my temper can fucking
Blow, I get colder than december, black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember
See Bizzare can show what violence is all about, and this Dr. Dre beat done brought it
The fuck out, run in your house and put it in your mouth, and blow your brains the fuck out
[Verse 4 - Eminem]
I probably got a screw loose or two or maybe three or four of 'em, some fell out and hit the floor,
All I know is ever since my fuckin head hit the snowbank, been a little niandrotholic, no thanks to
My man D' Angelo Baily,but I just take it slow daily, my biggest delierence, tryin to figure whether
To use the flat head or the phillips, or just go to the Home Depot, and pick the new power drill up,
Gives me two hours and 6 days and I'm still up, I feel like I'm about to snap and minute, there's a new
Tower Records, I'm bout to stop and get a fill-up, pick the new Cypress Hill up, and go find who did
That shit to Xzibit, and go fill up a whole liquor bottle wit piss and go shatter his fuckin lips wit it
[Chorus]
I'm a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains
That I'm a psycho
Better get it through your brain, when you say my name, never say it in vain
Cause I'm a psycho
[Verse 1 - Swift]
I'm a motherfuckin omen, I bow down to no man, I'll split a ***** open,
Killing folks compulsive, a soldier wit a motive, scrotum big as boulders,
I'll hold it then unload on you, put on poster, so everyone can notice who
Was focused on his pokin, they nose in our business, hopin that I don't come
Smoke 'em, No one knows my notions or emotions,I'm a vulture,
Close to croakin any moment, and I know when, I could fuck the culture up,
Probably rap, a maniac, wit anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat, speak when
You spoken to, and I don't have to read a fuckin magazine or quoteable, to notice
What you hoes'll do
[Verse 2 - Kuniva]
We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up, show up at your residence
And light your front door up, get scared, life ain't fair, and I'm prepared to blast you
Just as fast as dre can say hell yeah, so watch what you say, cause it can happen
Either today or the next minute, i can draw the heater and spray and I'm dead
Serious, you could be dead period, end of story, I'm on your porch wit a gun and
Your son sippin a forty, No one can hold me, I does it all by my lonely,
Stomp your head while you awake, you'll be looking like gumby, Aftermath and Shady bitch
You can read it and weep, you see my poster in the hood for the G of the week
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Bizzare]
They found Saddam, but they ain't gonna find me, I'll be under a tree,
In Buttfuck Tennessee, and I don't know too much about my daddy,
Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny, I ain't a racist
I just hate whites, fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites, 13 years old
And joined a fucking gang, hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking pain
Am I insane?, who really knows, cause any second my temper can fucking
Blow, I get colder than december, black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember
See Bizzare can show what violence is all about, and this Dr. Dre beat done brought it
The fuck out, run in your house and put it in your mouth, and blow your brains the fuck out
[Verse 4 - Eminem]
I probably got a screw loose or two or maybe three or four of 'em, some fell out and hit the floor,
All I know is ever since my fuckin head hit the snowbank, been a little niandrotholic, no thanks to
My man D' Angelo Baily,but I just take it slow daily, my biggest delierence, tryin to figure whether
To use the flat head or the phillips, or just go to the Home Depot, and pick the new power drill up,
Gives me two hours and 6 days and I'm still up, I feel like I'm about to snap and minute, there's a new
Tower Records, I'm bout to stop and get a fill-up, pick the new Cypress Hill up, and go find who did
That shit to Xzibit, and go fill up a whole liquor bottle wit piss and go shatter his fuckin lips wit it
[Chorus]
Bugz' 97 lyrics - D12
[Bugz]
Fuck that!
Who run shit, watch these drums hit
You dove head first into some old dumb shit
Here's a can of ass whip, for you to come get
Your clique made their trip, I made them hoes submit
Ask your girl, she knows the scoop don't fuck with Bugz bitch
I'll chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit
Them pink belly *****s is who you run with
Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick
I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit
You can make a double album, won't have one hit
Your entire outfit is on some bullshit
And there's not a damn one that I can't out wit
I admit, that my style is unfit
For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some dumb shit
Like I commit arsony, get harm quick
You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit
Now who the nitwit wanna come get with
This egotistic, hip-hop fundal mentalisitic
Don't risk it, you'll get your shit split
Now keep your distance, and keep existence
I'm the persistent when it comes to bench shit
I smoked a blunt with my judge before my sentence
I'm relentless to deny you're senseless
Yo bitch, pay my bill that's where the hell your rent went
Fuck that!
Fuck that!
Who run shit, watch these drums hit
You dove head first into some old dumb shit
Here's a can of ass whip, for you to come get
Your clique made their trip, I made them hoes submit
Ask your girl, she knows the scoop don't fuck with Bugz bitch
I'll chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit
Them pink belly *****s is who you run with
Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick
I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit
You can make a double album, won't have one hit
Your entire outfit is on some bullshit
And there's not a damn one that I can't out wit
I admit, that my style is unfit
For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some dumb shit
Like I commit arsony, get harm quick
You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit
Now who the nitwit wanna come get with
This egotistic, hip-hop fundal mentalisitic
Don't risk it, you'll get your shit split
Now keep your distance, and keep existence
I'm the persistent when it comes to bench shit
I smoked a blunt with my judge before my sentence
I'm relentless to deny you're senseless
Yo bitch, pay my bill that's where the hell your rent went
Fuck that!
Good Die Young lyrics - D12
[Intro]
Dawg....I shouldn't have left, They wouldn't have tried this shit if I was wit ya
Maybe we would have picked another time
Or chose another way
Or maybe my prayers would have convinced him to choose another soul
Shit, it's just me and my man Tony now
Man you look so peaceful right now... how can I argue wit that
They say...
[Chorus:]
They say the good die young,
That's why I think that you should have fun (when your young)
Cos time won't wait for no one (uh huh)
When god calls, you gotta go home (go home)
They say the good die young, (die young)
That's why I know that we go' have fun,
In this life cos you only get one
When God calls for me, don't cry I just went home
[Kon Artis]
It's true that everybody heard, their mama say every days like this
When you see, one of your friends die in the mist
In the struggle, went through circumstances
Arrested every day just to prove a point to a friend
Even then, accidents are prone to happen to any man
A woman is dumb enough to pretend
That her, god won't hold them accountable for sins
If they commit, they try to repent the sense of Repent
But I guess (that's just the way things go)
I was blessed to see 24 (24)
To wake up to that "Hi, my name is" video
Motivated me to write what i wrote
And I knew my little brother sold dope
An mom and daddy want to move our road
I did it, I still got a lot to prove and show
I just which we ain't have to lose Bugz to the struggle
Cos you know...
[Chorus]
[Bizzare]
I know you used to Bizzare on some silly shit
But niggas in my cliq, is dying quick
In Detroit, niggas don't party
They pull a .44 out, snatch off Bacardis
That's why I keep the pistol under the trunk
I'm 27 years old, too old to be getting jumped
And fuck rap, I miss Karnail Pitts, b-u-g-z
Tattooed on my wrist
Me and you in the jeep, listen to swing beats
It's a shame me and Fuzz don't even speak
I got married, my wife name is D
Peace to 31 and 51-50, miss you
[Kuniva]
I came back on that tragic day, my phone rung
And Bizarres voice telling me, Bugz was gone home
It was like a knife piercing my chest and I couldn't breath
I didn't wanna accept it, didn't wanna believe it
I swear with this weight dawg, I cried so hard
Literally, Denaun had to carry me to the car
While I stand in this booth now it's tearing me apart
But I had to let it out cos it was tearing at my heart
Cos he died over something so petty and so small
A human life is so very precious I hope you all
Understand how I'm feeling cos I love you bugz
I wanna rhyme wit you, laugh wit you, hug you bugz
But I can't and you was so close to seeing dreams
A coward came along and took you away from the team
So don't mistake this track as just another song
This goes out to everyone who lost a loved one
Cos you know
[Chorus]
[Proof]
They say it's never too late, to have an early childhood
If I could, turn back the hands of time, God should
Forgive what i did as a kid to run blocks
Now my dreams are just dream cops and gun shots
The fun stops when your homies up in a box
My dudey bole, rest his soul, snuffed by the cops
I use to question a lot, if there's a guy by me say something
If you love her so much why didn't u gave nothing
When he took my homie, snuck was only in 11th grade
Now I hope to see your face at the heaven gates
It ain't never late in the game, this hating remains
With a grudge to see slugs straight through my frame
My heart aches with the pain, the life in his breath
We gotta have fun now, theres only minutes left
In the depth, distress youngin's are sucked in
To get tats of my fallen homies, I ain't got enough skin
[Chorus]
[Swifty]
When I was younger I knew four brothers that wasn't wise
That crash and the driver died,
My partner on the passenger side was paralysed
And I'm surprised by the look of that ride that the other peeps survived
Nine months later another one died
Somebody shot him in the side when he was starting up his ride
3 years go by, I made a hell of a run
And that's when funky got done, a joey playing wit guns
And tookie over funds, karty was my man
And reggy, I wish that I was wit you in that van
And Bugz if it wasn't for you
You know I wouldn't be standing in this booth,
That's the truth, I miss you all...
[Chorus x2]
Dawg....I shouldn't have left, They wouldn't have tried this shit if I was wit ya
Maybe we would have picked another time
Or chose another way
Or maybe my prayers would have convinced him to choose another soul
Shit, it's just me and my man Tony now
Man you look so peaceful right now... how can I argue wit that
They say...
[Chorus:]
They say the good die young,
That's why I think that you should have fun (when your young)
Cos time won't wait for no one (uh huh)
When god calls, you gotta go home (go home)
They say the good die young, (die young)
That's why I know that we go' have fun,
In this life cos you only get one
When God calls for me, don't cry I just went home
[Kon Artis]
It's true that everybody heard, their mama say every days like this
When you see, one of your friends die in the mist
In the struggle, went through circumstances
Arrested every day just to prove a point to a friend
Even then, accidents are prone to happen to any man
A woman is dumb enough to pretend
That her, god won't hold them accountable for sins
If they commit, they try to repent the sense of Repent
But I guess (that's just the way things go)
I was blessed to see 24 (24)
To wake up to that "Hi, my name is" video
Motivated me to write what i wrote
And I knew my little brother sold dope
An mom and daddy want to move our road
I did it, I still got a lot to prove and show
I just which we ain't have to lose Bugz to the struggle
Cos you know...
[Chorus]
[Bizzare]
I know you used to Bizzare on some silly shit
But niggas in my cliq, is dying quick
In Detroit, niggas don't party
They pull a .44 out, snatch off Bacardis
That's why I keep the pistol under the trunk
I'm 27 years old, too old to be getting jumped
And fuck rap, I miss Karnail Pitts, b-u-g-z
Tattooed on my wrist
Me and you in the jeep, listen to swing beats
It's a shame me and Fuzz don't even speak
I got married, my wife name is D
Peace to 31 and 51-50, miss you
[Kuniva]
I came back on that tragic day, my phone rung
And Bizarres voice telling me, Bugz was gone home
It was like a knife piercing my chest and I couldn't breath
I didn't wanna accept it, didn't wanna believe it
I swear with this weight dawg, I cried so hard
Literally, Denaun had to carry me to the car
While I stand in this booth now it's tearing me apart
But I had to let it out cos it was tearing at my heart
Cos he died over something so petty and so small
A human life is so very precious I hope you all
Understand how I'm feeling cos I love you bugz
I wanna rhyme wit you, laugh wit you, hug you bugz
But I can't and you was so close to seeing dreams
A coward came along and took you away from the team
So don't mistake this track as just another song
This goes out to everyone who lost a loved one
Cos you know
[Chorus]
[Proof]
They say it's never too late, to have an early childhood
If I could, turn back the hands of time, God should
Forgive what i did as a kid to run blocks
Now my dreams are just dream cops and gun shots
The fun stops when your homies up in a box
My dudey bole, rest his soul, snuffed by the cops
I use to question a lot, if there's a guy by me say something
If you love her so much why didn't u gave nothing
When he took my homie, snuck was only in 11th grade
Now I hope to see your face at the heaven gates
It ain't never late in the game, this hating remains
With a grudge to see slugs straight through my frame
My heart aches with the pain, the life in his breath
We gotta have fun now, theres only minutes left
In the depth, distress youngin's are sucked in
To get tats of my fallen homies, I ain't got enough skin
[Chorus]
[Swifty]
When I was younger I knew four brothers that wasn't wise
That crash and the driver died,
My partner on the passenger side was paralysed
And I'm surprised by the look of that ride that the other peeps survived
Nine months later another one died
Somebody shot him in the side when he was starting up his ride
3 years go by, I made a hell of a run
And that's when funky got done, a joey playing wit guns
And tookie over funds, karty was my man
And reggy, I wish that I was wit you in that van
And Bugz if it wasn't for you
You know I wouldn't be standing in this booth,
That's the truth, I miss you all...
[Chorus x2]
Keep Talkin' lyrics - D12
[Intro- Bizarre]
Yea
Detroit motherfucker
DJ Green Lantern (the evil genius)
D12
We ain't going nowhere
We still smocking crack nigga
Ha ha
Let um know
HA-HA
[Chorus (Eminem):]
Bitch keep talking
Keep on popping off with them jaws because we ain't stoppin
We ain't got to prove shit to you all so all you all can lick the balls and keep walking
Keep on popping that shit you're popping
'cause we ain't stopping, 'cause you ain't stopping us
We ain't got to prove shit to you all so all you all can lick the balls and keep walking
COME ON
[Verse 1 - Kuniva]
Yo the derelict is back
I'm blazing niggas while they up in the Sheraton last
I even sold my therapist crack
You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearing the facts
I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats
And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me
I'll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat
Kids and all be hit
Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all
Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter
Packing guns when I'm sleep walking
(Bitch keep talking)
Throwing fire bombs down your chimney
While you eating at Wendy's
I'm in your bushes cocking the semi
Nice with the hands
Never bow down to another man
I was popping guns while you was still popping some rubber bands
Smother your clan
Sever your hands and your legs
Mail your brother your heart and send your mother your head
[Verse 2 - Swifty]
I'm the only one your bitch let touch her
Type of brother that will fuck your mother
With a fishnet rubber
A belligerent and rowdy mother fucker
That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the ??
When it comes to beefin
It ain't no explaining
I'll change your language with a stainless
I'm contained with an anguish to leave you famous
I'm a deranged pit you all lift an AK to pinch your face with
Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if it's a bystander standing by I'm fire in at your, 'cause I can
You get squashed like pop cans
I be shooting 7up in your mouth man
I'm about to sell your mama bud and lace it
So when she fires it up she's coughing blood
I love to see um wasted
I'm made to behave in this case
You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced
[Chorus (Eminem)]
[Verse 3 - Bizarre]
I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule
I'm here to talk about little Ray Ray and whatever do
Sike I ain't gonna mention it
He probally sue
Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive)
The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress
No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards
Bizarre been fucking raw all summer
Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother
Sike, I'm not bisexual
I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one nut)
And I ain't saying shit cause it rhyme
I got colon cancer, I'm dieing
[Verse 4 - Proof]
YE-YE
Rest in peace Jam Master Jay
Tupac
And Notorious BIG
I'm probally the best
Guy in the flesh
Blow your heart out your chest
And your chest out your vest
Leave your body a mess streets bloody as hell
Study my trail I cut and me fail
A druggy on bail nutty as well
Which such like buddy revel
Dead or in jail
Still heading for hell
The ghetto rebels the wrong guy
Now get your lungs heart you full of wholes like sponge bob
We can set this from your front door to your CEO office
Got the key to your coffin
To pee on you often
Great me wit offers we taken over
Or get China white mixed wit baking soda
your hear me
[Outro - Eminem]
Fucking crack heads
And this is just mix tape shit you fucking morons
This ain't brains over braun
This is bullys over fucking pussies
Ha ha come on bitch
[Chorus (Eminem)]
Yea
Detroit motherfucker
DJ Green Lantern (the evil genius)
D12
We ain't going nowhere
We still smocking crack nigga
Ha ha
Let um know
HA-HA
[Chorus (Eminem):]
Bitch keep talking
Keep on popping off with them jaws because we ain't stoppin
We ain't got to prove shit to you all so all you all can lick the balls and keep walking
Keep on popping that shit you're popping
'cause we ain't stopping, 'cause you ain't stopping us
We ain't got to prove shit to you all so all you all can lick the balls and keep walking
COME ON
[Verse 1 - Kuniva]
Yo the derelict is back
I'm blazing niggas while they up in the Sheraton last
I even sold my therapist crack
You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearing the facts
I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats
And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me
I'll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat
Kids and all be hit
Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all
Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter
Packing guns when I'm sleep walking
(Bitch keep talking)
Throwing fire bombs down your chimney
While you eating at Wendy's
I'm in your bushes cocking the semi
Nice with the hands
Never bow down to another man
I was popping guns while you was still popping some rubber bands
Smother your clan
Sever your hands and your legs
Mail your brother your heart and send your mother your head
[Verse 2 - Swifty]
I'm the only one your bitch let touch her
Type of brother that will fuck your mother
With a fishnet rubber
A belligerent and rowdy mother fucker
That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the ??
When it comes to beefin
It ain't no explaining
I'll change your language with a stainless
I'm contained with an anguish to leave you famous
I'm a deranged pit you all lift an AK to pinch your face with
Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if it's a bystander standing by I'm fire in at your, 'cause I can
You get squashed like pop cans
I be shooting 7up in your mouth man
I'm about to sell your mama bud and lace it
So when she fires it up she's coughing blood
I love to see um wasted
I'm made to behave in this case
You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced
[Chorus (Eminem)]
[Verse 3 - Bizarre]
I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule
I'm here to talk about little Ray Ray and whatever do
Sike I ain't gonna mention it
He probally sue
Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive)
The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress
No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards
Bizarre been fucking raw all summer
Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother
Sike, I'm not bisexual
I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one nut)
And I ain't saying shit cause it rhyme
I got colon cancer, I'm dieing
[Verse 4 - Proof]
YE-YE
Rest in peace Jam Master Jay
Tupac
And Notorious BIG
I'm probally the best
Guy in the flesh
Blow your heart out your chest
And your chest out your vest
Leave your body a mess streets bloody as hell
Study my trail I cut and me fail
A druggy on bail nutty as well
Which such like buddy revel
Dead or in jail
Still heading for hell
The ghetto rebels the wrong guy
Now get your lungs heart you full of wholes like sponge bob
We can set this from your front door to your CEO office
Got the key to your coffin
To pee on you often
Great me wit offers we taken over
Or get China white mixed wit baking soda
your hear me
[Outro - Eminem]
Fucking crack heads
And this is just mix tape shit you fucking morons
This ain't brains over braun
This is bullys over fucking pussies
Ha ha come on bitch
[Chorus (Eminem)]
Barbershop lyrics - D12
[Intro: Kon Artis]
Haha
Ai
This time we're gonna do our thing (Huh)
Is that aiight wit y'all? (Yeah)
Its gotta be cuz we gon do it anyway
Ain't that right fellaz (Yeah)
Fellaz ain't that right (Yeah)
Haha
[Chorus: Kon Artis]
Tell ya people, that I'm the man
I can't be faded, there's been a change of plans
You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop)
At the barbershop (At the barbershop)
You can meet me at the barbershop (C'mon, where?)
At the barbershop (At the barbershop)
[Kon Artis]
Well its friday afternoon and I just woke up [burp-fart]
That's right I just woke up
From an excruciating evening at work, woman so what
That its two-thirty-PM, I'm grown dammit straight up
And know when through my finger either I think it is time we bust, you know
Leave the premisis less you plannin' to cook, I mean it's
Three o'clock and I gotta gimme a cut for that
Big party tonight thrown at K-P Productions
And I don't wanna loose my spot
Cuz everybody know "Big O" got the tightest fans on the block
So I got to be in that seat at Four o'clock
Shoot I need me some crispy-ones to go with my new outfit
So tell ya people.
[Chorus: Kon Artis]
Tell ya people, that I'm the man
I can't be faded, there's been a change of plans
You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop)
At the barbershop (At the barbershop)
You can meet me at the barbershop (C'mon, where?)
At the barbershop (At the barbershop)
[Kuniva]
Haha
Understand me now, I'm cool as a breeze (Wassup playa, wassup)
On the black hand side, gimme some grease (Alright)
I want a liner but naw I don't want you to fate me (Nope)
A ghetto girl with a attitude to contegrate me
So what's happenin', the hood's seein' in
I get the scoop on everyone in the ghetto so let's begin
Who got shot? (Mike)
Who got jumped? (Eric)
Who got ganked? (Shay)
Who got robbed? (Dee)
Who went to jail? (Chuck)
Who got saved? (Rick)
Who's gettin' money and who's broke as a joke
And hear about your lady called me that started smokin' that dope (For real?)
You get it all at this little dusty place
Let me be still, she gettin' out the razor from my face
You see.
[Chorus: Kon Artis]
Tell ya people, that I'm the man
I can't be faded, there's been a change of plans
You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop)
At the barbershop (At the barbershop)
You can meet me at the barbershop (C'mon, where?)
At the barbershop (At the barbershop)
[Bizarre]
You heard of me, the fat guy that raps
Now its time for Bizarre to take off his shower cap
Its been five days, I patiently waited
Saturday morning, its time to get faded
And I mean get faded, "I mean get faded"
Damn at four o'clock, I didn't almost make it
My barber's name is Sarah, she don't really know how to cut
But she gots nice teeth and big ol' butt
So two days a week, I get faded for no reason
Same ol' haircut, keep it low and breathin'
If you see me in a barbershop, go on and run
Cuz I'm probably gettin' a perm and my toe-nails done
[Proof (Kon Artis)]
Got here full grip, but can't call the cops
I gotta get the script from the lips to the barbershop
Jump in the seat "Yo gimme the line and"
And tell me who came through shinnin'
(Homeboy scooped up, in a new truck)
(Gave everybody a cup and gave me a few bucks)
(Then he started braggin' bout his last lick)
Cut me a design along with his address
[Swift]
You can have a million dollar suit on, shinnin' with ya karats up
But it don't mean nothin' if ya floggin' in ya haircut
Now who next? (Um I just want my son to get a tech)
Whatabout you sweetie? (So what you tryin' say?)
I'm just playin' with you baby (Hey He do this all the time)
And all you do is whine, and drink wine (Hahaha)
Yo' you know that Cho-chie got knocked out (Man) (When?)
Early at Le'mott's house (Again?)
(I wouldn't let that man sit on my couch)
(You was wit him yesterday)
(Man what are you talkin' bout?)
I'm just about ready to throw y'all out
(No you ain't, I'll be here for bout a hour)
No I'll raise up the rates
[Kon Artis]
So go tell ya people, that I'm the man
I can't be faded, there's been a change of plans
You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop)
You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop)
You can meet me at the barbershop (C'mon, where?)
At the barbershop (At the barbershop)
Slow Your Roll lyrics - D12
[Intro - Eminem]
Guess who, New shit!
D12 World, D-Twizzy!
[Chorus - Eminem]
You don't got a reason to want no beef
You ain't got no ends to justify the means
You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause
You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
So whatever it is you thinking that's got you gassed
You better start rethinking and thinking it fast
Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
You better put them brakes and let off the gas
And Slow Your Roll
[Verse 1 - Swifty]
[?] a menace to many, I'm not friendly you get shot in da kennedy fast
You popped willingly you walkin around with Pac's identity
I'm a mockery you bout to watch what its fin to be
I'm not mentally focused but lyrically we got it locked
And its not about droppin albums, I'll sock a nigga on da spot
You cant help it but to imagine this walkin massacre
A madman strapped with a magnum blow that spasm out ya back
And just stand there and snatch your medallion
See I cant fear any nigga that can not happen
The immaculate Mack handler
That got this wrappin by the back of his neck
A scavenger I'm a threat then you fear me like a hand full of syringes
I'm ill enough to scream at your front do', blow it off the hinges
I'm marksmatic to press marksman outta walkin
Cause soon your body can catch me shootin up your carcus
So don't provoke shit, I wish the whole mankind was a neck so I can choke it,
Furocious and you ain't gonna be knowin where ya folks is
Fuck the milk cartons and posters its over, they ghosts
[Verse 2 - Proof]
Niggaz is bitch instead of diggin a ditch
I'ma see how fill this river can get even bitches get hit
I'ma walk a dog on all fours embark 'em with long claws
Just fight for the wrong cause your boss with thong drawers
You ain't in my racket bitch followin faggots wit wanksta tats on their ass
Eminem: Magic Stick If I get hit once you get hit twice (backwards)
These thugs need to do what he love and just play the back
Before I'll Put A Sword On Ya Head Like A Raider Cap
You bust I'm sprayin back, leave your hood layin flat
Now what you gonna say to that?
[Chorus - Eminem]
[Verse 3 - Bizarre]
Pull up [?] truck, throw up, blow up, beat a handicap bitch up
Fuck butter I kill the DJ
I don't need you bitch I got a instant replay
Lay down bitch get butt naked
And fuck the viagra I'm tryna nut in two seconds
All around the world, fuck wit different cliques
You ain't got no weed get the fuck out my room bitch
[Verse 4 - Kuniva]
I'm calm but I steal on niggaz like I was Clepto
Put that chrome shit to ya head like you was Destro
Why stop niggaz, why not pop niggaz, we cop figures
Keep them toast like I hop nigga, we breathe dirt so be alert
Or get them guns on ya chest like a welcome to the hood T-shirt
Let's go back before throw backs, before I dro sacks
I used to blow gats, bullets'll find you like a low jack
I'm hopeless, a ferocious dosage of dope shit
A culprit of culture a chaotic comotion
Kuniva will blow shit off the map I post it
Knock you off your penny load so fuck that cold shit
[Chorus - Eminem]
[Verse 5 - Kon Artis]
I point my fingers to the ground, throw my waist to left of me
To knuckle should ship like a Em upside down and you best be
On your p's and q's people we sees to use
No one see's your views, so now you see's exclusives
And put it in your little magazine, but you should
Know that was the most desperate thing that you could
Pull out of your crotch you faggots all owe us much
Start doing herion lines for as much as you gossip
Like bitches with Oscars, ya'll actresses
45's make bodies flip like flabby tits
Bullets coming at your doom like a buck up 6th
Now what the fuck you gonna do to get up out of this shit?
Your record was released 17 years ago you dumb bitch
Do the math, you'll never have a shady / aftermath ring
And that kind of staff to back that ass up so back that ass up
Before we clap that ass up ...
[Chorus - Eminem]
[Outro - Kon Artis]
Nigga you better ask somebody
These niggaz think they can just put shit out on their own, Fuck 'em ..
Guess who, New shit!
D12 World, D-Twizzy!
[Chorus - Eminem]
You don't got a reason to want no beef
You ain't got no ends to justify the means
You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause
You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
So whatever it is you thinking that's got you gassed
You better start rethinking and thinking it fast
Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
You better put them brakes and let off the gas
And Slow Your Roll
[Verse 1 - Swifty]
[?] a menace to many, I'm not friendly you get shot in da kennedy fast
You popped willingly you walkin around with Pac's identity
I'm a mockery you bout to watch what its fin to be
I'm not mentally focused but lyrically we got it locked
And its not about droppin albums, I'll sock a nigga on da spot
You cant help it but to imagine this walkin massacre
A madman strapped with a magnum blow that spasm out ya back
And just stand there and snatch your medallion
See I cant fear any nigga that can not happen
The immaculate Mack handler
That got this wrappin by the back of his neck
A scavenger I'm a threat then you fear me like a hand full of syringes
I'm ill enough to scream at your front do', blow it off the hinges
I'm marksmatic to press marksman outta walkin
Cause soon your body can catch me shootin up your carcus
So don't provoke shit, I wish the whole mankind was a neck so I can choke it,
Furocious and you ain't gonna be knowin where ya folks is
Fuck the milk cartons and posters its over, they ghosts
[Verse 2 - Proof]
Niggaz is bitch instead of diggin a ditch
I'ma see how fill this river can get even bitches get hit
I'ma walk a dog on all fours embark 'em with long claws
Just fight for the wrong cause your boss with thong drawers
You ain't in my racket bitch followin faggots wit wanksta tats on their ass
Eminem: Magic Stick If I get hit once you get hit twice (backwards)
These thugs need to do what he love and just play the back
Before I'll Put A Sword On Ya Head Like A Raider Cap
You bust I'm sprayin back, leave your hood layin flat
Now what you gonna say to that?
[Chorus - Eminem]
[Verse 3 - Bizarre]
Pull up [?] truck, throw up, blow up, beat a handicap bitch up
Fuck butter I kill the DJ
I don't need you bitch I got a instant replay
Lay down bitch get butt naked
And fuck the viagra I'm tryna nut in two seconds
All around the world, fuck wit different cliques
You ain't got no weed get the fuck out my room bitch
[Verse 4 - Kuniva]
I'm calm but I steal on niggaz like I was Clepto
Put that chrome shit to ya head like you was Destro
Why stop niggaz, why not pop niggaz, we cop figures
Keep them toast like I hop nigga, we breathe dirt so be alert
Or get them guns on ya chest like a welcome to the hood T-shirt
Let's go back before throw backs, before I dro sacks
I used to blow gats, bullets'll find you like a low jack
I'm hopeless, a ferocious dosage of dope shit
A culprit of culture a chaotic comotion
Kuniva will blow shit off the map I post it
Knock you off your penny load so fuck that cold shit
[Chorus - Eminem]
[Verse 5 - Kon Artis]
I point my fingers to the ground, throw my waist to left of me
To knuckle should ship like a Em upside down and you best be
On your p's and q's people we sees to use
No one see's your views, so now you see's exclusives
And put it in your little magazine, but you should
Know that was the most desperate thing that you could
Pull out of your crotch you faggots all owe us much
Start doing herion lines for as much as you gossip
Like bitches with Oscars, ya'll actresses
45's make bodies flip like flabby tits
Bullets coming at your doom like a buck up 6th
Now what the fuck you gonna do to get up out of this shit?
Your record was released 17 years ago you dumb bitch
Do the math, you'll never have a shady / aftermath ring
And that kind of staff to back that ass up so back that ass up
Before we clap that ass up ...
[Chorus - Eminem]
[Outro - Kon Artis]
Nigga you better ask somebody
These niggaz think they can just put shit out on their own, Fuck 'em ..
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