up we gone come on down all these hoes niggaz suck my dick Im down with my click all that hatin shit, that shit aint even thick that shit is kinda low
, buy like 12 twinkies Today a good day, I know, don't jinx it I 'Will' keep a 'Smith', just like Jada Pinkett Baby, without blinkin', I do it my way I shit
, smoke the black, hold the gat The streets got me thinkin' 'bout my man's passin' Stashin', the lex with a passion, gotta make it happen The block steamin' and 12
I'd be drivin' in a Jag I wouldn't be hittin' the East side lowridin' I'd be in Hollywood or Venice Beach high profilin' And all that shit and I happen
He took me down to the carucha i was ridin' in Who would've thought that a bullet I'd be biting here You shoulda heard all the shit that i was sayin'
lips, see what happens motherfuckers Yea, g, see what I'm saying, now what's up with that shit Come to del ray and drive by in shit The cops just don
thy dark, and a carnival which we can all belong (ALL BELONG) I dwell upon thy streets, and I can tell you this: I see some circus, Juggalo shit going
pass Fucking you up, shot you in the ass Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe 12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train tracks I'm sick of this shit
Q Ball! So what really happened nigga? I understand ain't nobody did shit. Ain't nobody did shit for my 'causezin. Where dem niggaz at dat said dey'd
Before I make a move I make a plan, just so I can be prepared Ain't no turnin' back, it's heavy now, fuck the petty shit Bigger better shit and I'm ready
got Ja quit playin knock it off you're not Tupac And get popped like all that shit you pop C'MON! [Verse 3 - Kuniva] Now we can skip past the mean mugs
me, with the only shot you got Ja quit playin' knock it off you're not 2Pac You'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop [Verse 2] [Kuniva] Now we can
with the only shot you got Ja quit playin' knock it off you're not 2Pac You'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop [Verse 2] [Kuniva] Now we can
1 [Bizarre]: Proof died, what happened? Marshall stopped rappin' I guess that makes me the captain, hit the matress, pistol packin' sick assassin, bitch to gassin', get to mashin' D-12
write shit Y'all like to bite shit...that why street light up when we write stuff It's time to be the champions at this...it's D-12 1-2 True crew...Slim
shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!") I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin with instincts to kill N'Sync, don't get me started These fuckin brats can
By d-12 / 50 cent The rap game, Hip hop 101, The hardest 9 ta 5 you will ever have, You can't learn this shit in no history book, You ready to rap motherfucker
popped up we gone come on down all these hoes niggaz suck my dick Im down with my click all that hatin shit, that shit aint even thick that shit is kinda