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D12 How People Get Fucked Up

I don't care who you are I'll shit on you I don't give a fuck about you or your car Fuck your house Fuck your jewelry And fuck your watch Fuck your wife Fuck your kids Fuck

t understand how I get my dough 50 Cent I'm on fire cause Shady said so I'm on fire Everybody's in a rush try to get the throne I just get on the

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

here 5 years in the game, 6 million dolla crib If I get it how I leave, wait a minute I'd actually get it pretty good You muthafuckas should see where the fuck

war 3 This ain't how it 'posed to be, but ain't no fuckin role model Besides people down in hell still want ice water Now how you livin nigga? When hard

crew, cuz we didnt know what else to do Sometimes i sit and wonder how this world works People shooting down there own kind, just to get heard But fuck

with a trick up his sleeve To roll up on you like christopher reeves I can't describe the vibe I get When I drive by 6 people And 5 I hit Ah shit I started

shrooms Having visions of dead pregnant women with brooms jabbed in their wombs Slit your carpet and rugs, and fuck your apartment up Sticking up all

D Sellin' whole ???, rock it up like 36 My hustlin' niggas, cut it up, make it 50 ounce, 1 brick This be the drama behind the hoes and cars All my hustlin' niggas I know you grew up