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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
[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! [Hook] Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It) (8x) Bitch!!! [Verse 1: 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. [Hook] [Verse 2: 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 n 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. Chuggin' 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!!!! [Hook] [Verse 3: 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 don't 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, niggas 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. [Hook] [Verse 4: 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 then 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. [Hook] |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
[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! [Hook] Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It) (8x) Bitch!!! [Verse 1: 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. [Hook] [Verse 2: 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 n 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. Chuggin' 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!!!! [Hook] [Verse 3: 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 don't 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, niggas 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. [Hook] [Verse 4: 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 then 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. [Hook] |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
(Eminem)
Good mornin Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up You with us or what? Well come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleepin on my roof bitch! For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets ass squished 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 (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 (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 (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 |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
(Eminem)
Good mornin Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up You with us or what? Well come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleepin on my roof bitch! For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets ass squished 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 (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 (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 (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 |
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(Eminem:)
Its sh*t like this I kick To these rich white kids Who just might see How f***ed up this sick life is Whoops I did it again, didn't I? My sh*t, it's harder to figure out Than what Britney's tit size is I probably pissed you off again, Didn't I b****? Grab Christina Gaguilera, Kiss my grits Do you know How many sh*ts I give, I wish I did So I could quit giving these Twisted little kids ideas This just in, Britney just kissed Justin She just f***ed Ben Got tit f***ed And d*ck sucked him If Affleck can get His as* licked How come I cant, sh*t Goddamn b****, I'm rich, I can't understand this Are those pictures I made Of us together on the Internet As close as I'm ever gonna Get to hitting her from the back Sh*t, when it comes to that, I hit harder from the back Than Everlast when He's plugging lethal In his f***ing as* Just gimme one more chance, Britney hit me one more time Let me know what's on your mind, Whitney give me one more line To sniff, you f***ers Know what time it is F*** your jewellery my records Almost diamond b**** * (Eminem:) What's going on in the world today? People fighting, feuding, looting, it's ok Let it go, let it flow, Let the good times roll, Tell 'em Dre (Dr. Dre:) It ain't nuttin' but music What's going on in the world today? People fighting, feuding, looting, it's ok Let it go, let it flow, Let the good times roll, Tell 'em Dre (Dr. Dre:) It ain't nuttin' but music (Bizarre:) Eminem doesn't like *NSYNC, Well I do So f*** him and the Backstreet Boys too Whateva happened to the Cast of different strokes? Gary's broke, Todd snort coke, And then an overdose I got two little boys with me Michael Jackson sent Two helicopters to get me I'm up early with my hair curly Me and Mr. Furley f***ing Lavern and Shirly (Kuniva:) A lotta rappers are Livin' in la la land That's why I let's my dogs Out on the baha men As bad as the life I had, I'm not mad I don't need to be a jackass To beat up my dad My whole family's country, My grandmother's old-fashioned She keeps asking me why I rap with a honky But granny I'm a flunky, I could be a junkie I could be hangin' with the Hoochies outta the club scene (Kon Artis:) For all the indpendent Women in the house Show us your tits and Shut your mother f***ing mouths (Proof:) Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney Houston the sh*t she's usin', Jesse Jackson, Reverend scandal, Got George Michaels, Tevin Campbell Pee-wee hermans, Peep show places, Public restrooms, Beat those cases * Repeat (Swift:) Your mom and dad Probably mad at us, We did turned their kids Into little body snatchers They like where I'm from, We don't bite our tongue Are you sure you want Niggas 21 to carry guns? It's sad but I'm glad that I'm made to rhyme When you work, you ain't Gettin' paid for that overtime It's only music, Media know it, But they blind I ain't in your life so stay The hell up outta mine And you're the reason Why Princess Diana ended up dying You people get offended, I don't care (Stop cryin') Tryin' to get us to leave 'Cause what we say Just ain't playin' But holdin' me back from What I say just ain't me (Kon Artis:) Now what's these parents So mad for? (Your music is bad) For teenage kids who drink more Than Ted Danson in cheers Carson drinks beers, We all fart and piss and Cuss out our b**** (Smoke the Ritz) I still do the same old sh*t, I don't jump in front of a Camera and say no sh*t When they ask me About my sarcastic-ness I just slap them, Turn around and ask them this * Repeat |
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from D-12 - Devils Night (2001)
I'm the devil - if ever there was such a thing
The results of much too many drugs what you're seeing I'm a mindfuck, completely dis-{*gus*}-ting I'm {*white*}, a human mutt, fuck a being I'm a dog - fuck lambs, I'm silencin 'em all I'm involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor Each thought's completely warped I'm like a walkin, talkin, ouija board Speakin in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before .. Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norr .. Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em 'til you scared to stare in into any mirrors when you near 'em? Well if so, get ready for some shit yo "Is this some kind of sick joke?" Shit no, motherfuckin schitzo So disturbed, he just goes so berzerk he tiptoes This verse was his urge to slit throats of just hoes Just goes to shizzow you dizzon't, fizzuck with so-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp So - lock your doors, drop to the floors Get your shotguns drawn - here comes another "Clockwork Orange" Look at Bizarre; you really think he's right in his mind? What the fuck you think's goin through it when he's writin his rhyme? * You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his silent screams You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his violent screams It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again Pickin up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on) My girlfriend's a crackhead whore She'll come to your door, suck your dick on the floor and take your bottles to the store (nigga I'm takin these) Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won't cheat Run the street and suck another nigga's meat? My son's sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it's me) I told him he wasn't mine, slammed the door in his face And I ain't got no food, my job I've been cheated My girlfriend had a miscarriage (I'm sorry) I had to eat it (ohh) My dick is burnin, it ain't cause of disease Because I'm jackin off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!) I'm livin in Waco Texas, me and my girl Fuck David Koresh, I'm startin my own world It's called Bizarre Cemetary, it's scary Eatin a virgin's cherry, they're all gonna laugh at you Carey * Repeat I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed The Lord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breed A nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm's got more power than (?) Dragon's python so "Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer" Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "Thriller" Rifle slash knife faggot that's your "Cop Killer" As a yung'un, I was beat where I was livin (aight) Crossdressed just to get thrown in the women's prison I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop's feelings to be hurt after they seen what I did to those children I'm vulgaric, you Bo Derek; I throw you face flat off the terrace so you can have somethin to stare at * Repeat |
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from D-12 - Devils Night Initial Run [UK Only Version] (2006)
[Verse 1: Eminem]
I'm the devil - if ever there was such a thing The results of much too many drugs what you're seeing I'm a mindfuck, completely dis-(gu-uh-uh)-sting I'm (what?!), a human mutt, fuck a being I'm a dog - fuck lambs, I'm silencing 'em all I'm involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor Each thought's completely warped I'm like a walking, talking, Ouija board Speaking in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before .. Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norrf Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em 'til you scared to stare in into any mirrors when you near 'em? Well if so, get ready for some shit, yo "Is this some kind of sick joke?" Shit no, motherfucking schizo So disturbed, he just goes so berserk, he tiptoes This verse was his urge to slit throats of just hoes Just goes to shizzow you dizzon't, fizzuck with So-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp So - lock your doors, drop to the floors Get your shotguns drawn - here comes another "Clockwork Orange" Look at Bizarre; you really think he's right in his mind? What the fuck you think's going through it when he's writing his rhyme? [Hook: Eminem] You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his silent screams You bout to - journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his violent screams [Verse 2: Bizarre] It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again Picking up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (hey hop on) My girlfriend's a crackhead whore She'll come to your door, suck your dick on the floor And take your bottles to the store (nigga, I'm takin these) Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won't cheat Run the street and suck another nigga's meat? My son's sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (dad it's me) I told him he wasn't mine, slammed the door in his face And I ain't got no food, my job I've been cheated My girlfriend had a miscarriage (I'm sorry) I had to eat it (ohh) My dick is burning, it ain't cause of disease Because I'm jacking off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze (AHH!) I'm living in Waco Texas, me and my girl Fuck David Koresh, I'm starting my own world It's called Bizarre Cemetery, it's scary Eating a virgin's cherry, they're all gonna laugh at you Carrie [Hook] [Verse 3: Kon Artis] I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed The Lord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breed A nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm's Got more power than 5 a iontons Dragon's python so "Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer" Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "Thriller" Rifle slash knife faggot that's your "Cop Killer" As a yung'un, I was beat where I was living (aight) Crossdressed just to get thrown in the women's prison I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop's feelings To be hurt after they seen what I did to those children I'm vulgaric, you Bo Derek; I throw you face flat off the terrace So you can have somethin to stare at [Hook] |
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from D-12 - Devils Night (2001)
Announcer:
OK... This is ANOTHER public service announcement brought to you in part (punch sound) AARGH! Rondell Beene: Shut up punk! Yo... This thing on? Good, good hell yeah. Look I'm speaking on be half of D12 and if you get offended by words like bitch, ho, sissy, faggot, homo, lesbian, fudge packer, clit eater all that shit like that, then you should turn this shit off right now, because thats is some of the shit... no, thats the only shit you gonna here right now on this album. It's not like they don't have creativity or some shit like that, that ain't the case. We just like saying shit like that just to fuck with you. Ey, i told you to hold him down know he running, but... fuck it! (gunshot) God damnit it if you had of just stayed still that won't happened to you. It just goes to show when you fuck around with us, shit can happen. Bitch! |
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from D-12 - Devils Night Initial Run [UK Only Version] (2006)
Announcer:
OK... This is ANOTHER public service announcement brought to you in part (punch sound) AARGH! Rondell Beene: Shut up punk! Yo... This thing on? Good, good hell yeah. Look I'm speaking on be half of D12 and if you get offended by words like bitch, ho, sissy, faggot, homo, lesbian, fudge packer, clit eater all that shit like that, then you should turn this shit off right now, because thats is some of the shit... no, thats the only shit you gonna here right now on this album. It's not like they don't have creativity or some shit like that, that ain't the case. We just like saying shit like that just to fuck with you. Ey, i told you to hold him down know he running, but... fuck it! (gunshot) God damnit it if you had of just stayed still that won't happened to you. It just goes to show when you fuck around with us, shit can happen. Bitch! |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
[Bizarre]
We got something for the bitches!!! [Intro - Eminem] Aha, these bitches always be all... giggling and shit (come on BITCH) But they get mad when their favorite song don't come on in the club (get em') Catch an attitude and shit (come on BITCH, come on BITCH) So we got one for them, it goes like this (BITCH, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH) [Eminem] We wrote a song for the hoes, you like to hear it, here it goes A little something you probably won't hear on your radios 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 Ju jah jah jah dah du ju jah, you just made me mess up, BITCH Blibiri babiler blabber, 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 and the beat I could be saying anything, just 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 [Hook: Eminem (Kon Artis)] Yeah, I'm talkin to you, BITCH! (Get up and dance, BITCH!) Wiggle that ass, BITCH! (Yeah that's it, bitch Yeah, I called you a BITCH, 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 partner, BITCH! [Swifty] 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 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 (BITCH!) I'll beat your ass! Watch me coming home full, 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 you're hoeing When I'm done, I'll throw you out and ask you where you going [Bizarre] Ho ain't the only thing you call a girl Slut, Tramp (oh, how you doing, Cheryl?) Ever since I was eight, I been starting to hate I said fuck the Hoes, and started eating cheese cake Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberries and grapes Damn, that sounds great, hold on wait (Bizzy!) Okay, back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that Give me stitches, a fucking half Indian chick, sucked my dick This time tomorrow, I won't remember shit Got respect for a player, got on snoop gators And they ain't now and laters, bitch [Hook] [Kon Artis] Hey, baby, what's up with you? [Dina Rae] Hey! [Kuniva] Ayo, your man here with you? [Dina Rae] Nope [Kuniva] Nah, you single, I can tell [Kon Artis] You came with them hoes, didn't you? [Dina Rae] Huh? [Kuniva] No, he meant friends girl, excuse him, it's the liquor [Dina Rae] Hahahaha [Kon Artis] Ayo, let's get this party cracking! These bitches ain't got bitches! [Kuniva] Damn, now you know he didn't mean that [Dina Rae] Come on, you seen that [Kon Artis] She all whining and shit, get this bitch a Kleenex [Dina Rae] What did he say? [Kuniva] Nothing, he said you seem stressed [Kon Artis] Naw, you gots a big butt [Dina Rae] Huh? [Kuniva] And you wearing your nice dress [Dina Rae] Cause I was gonna say [Kon Artis] Oh, you wasn't gonna say shit [Dina Rae] Excuse me? [Kuniva] He said Michael Jackson just got another face lift! [Dina Rae] Oh! [Kon Artis] Dumb ho [Dina Rae] Nigga! [Kuniva] No, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight [Kon Artis] Bitch, what up though? Just fuck for a buck, do something strange for change Or make me holla for a dolla, just hop in the range [Kuniva] (Shh, shit, shut up nigga, no, shut up) [Dina Rae] Man, fuck both of y'all niggas [Kuniva] See I was trying to be polite, stank ass trick [Kon Artis] Oh, somebody is jacking off tonight [Proof] Oh you a BITCH but dont choke, I say the same to my momma I got Christina, Britney 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 this one the mouth you came with a condom Quick cum is the motto, so just swallow and breathe Swallow and breathe, now swallow these seeds I know you moca lotti mommies won't get down on your knees You want 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 model 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 Party and bullshit till she gargle and swallow the dick I'm taking the train to spain, don't bother calling me, bitch [Hook] [Outro - Kon Artis And Eminem] Yeah, you heard me bitch., did I stu-stu-stutter stupid You ain't listein to the words of this song anyway All you do is listen to the beats with your dumbass, BITCH Dancing, tryin to get a nigga money in the club, with your stupid manipular self We was talkin bout you dough dough, you, you dumb bitch, YOU! The one that want a drink and dont want to pay for it Spend all your 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 JUS TRYING TO FUCK BITCH! HAHAHAHA, whoo!, D-Twizzy, yeah!, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
[Bizarre]
We got something for the bitches!!! [Intro - Eminem] Aha, these bitches always be all... giggling and shit (come on BITCH) But they get mad when their favorite song don't come on in the club (get em') Catch an attitude and shit (come on BITCH, come on BITCH) So we got one for them, it goes like this (BITCH, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH) [Eminem] We wrote a song for the hoes, you like to hear it, here it goes A little something you probably won't hear on your radios 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 Ju jah jah jah dah du ju jah, you just made me mess up, BITCH Blibiri babiler blabber, 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 and the beat I could be saying anything, just 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 [Hook: Eminem (Kon Artis)] Yeah, I'm talkin to you, BITCH! (Get up and dance, BITCH!) Wiggle that ass, BITCH! (Yeah that's it, bitch Yeah, I called you a BITCH, 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 partner, BITCH! [Swifty] 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 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 (BITCH!) I'll beat your ass! Watch me coming home full, 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 you're hoeing When I'm done, I'll throw you out and ask you where you going [Bizarre] Ho ain't the only thing you call a girl Slut, Tramp (oh, how you doing, Cheryl?) Ever since I was eight, I been starting to hate I said fuck the Hoes, and started eating cheese cake Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberries and grapes Damn, that sounds great, hold on wait (Bizzy!) Okay, back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that Give me stitches, a fucking half Indian chick, sucked my dick This time tomorrow, I won't remember shit Got respect for a player, got on snoop gators And they ain't now and laters, bitch [Hook] [Kon Artis] Hey, baby, what's up with you? [Dina Rae] Hey! [Kuniva] Ayo, your man here with you? [Dina Rae] Nope [Kuniva] Nah, you single, I can tell [Kon Artis] You came with them hoes, didn't you? [Dina Rae] Huh? [Kuniva] No, he meant friends girl, excuse him, it's the liquor [Dina Rae] Hahahaha [Kon Artis] Ayo, let's get this party cracking! These bitches ain't got bitches! [Kuniva] Damn, now you know he didn't mean that [Dina Rae] Come on, you seen that [Kon Artis] She all whining and shit, get this bitch a Kleenex [Dina Rae] What did he say? [Kuniva] Nothing, he said you seem stressed [Kon Artis] Naw, you gots a big butt [Dina Rae] Huh? [Kuniva] And you wearing your nice dress [Dina Rae] Cause I was gonna say [Kon Artis] Oh, you wasn't gonna say shit [Dina Rae] Excuse me? [Kuniva] He said Michael Jackson just got another face lift! [Dina Rae] Oh! [Kon Artis] Dumb ho [Dina Rae] Nigga! [Kuniva] No, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight [Kon Artis] Bitch, what up though? Just fuck for a buck, do something strange for change Or make me holla for a dolla, just hop in the range [Kuniva] (Shh, shit, shut up nigga, no, shut up) [Dina Rae] Man, fuck both of y'all niggas [Kuniva] See I was trying to be polite, stank ass trick [Kon Artis] Oh, somebody is jacking off tonight [Proof] Oh you a BITCH but dont choke, I say the same to my momma I got Christina, Britney 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 this one the mouth you came with a condom Quick cum is the motto, so just swallow and breathe Swallow and breathe, now swallow these seeds I know you moca lotti mommies won't get down on your knees You want 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 model 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 Party and bullshit till she gargle and swallow the dick I'm taking the train to spain, don't bother calling me, bitch [Hook] [Outro - Kon Artis And Eminem] Yeah, you heard me bitch., did I stu-stu-stutter stupid You ain't listein to the words of this song anyway All you do is listen to the beats with your dumbass, BITCH Dancing, tryin to get a nigga money in the club, with your stupid manipular self We was talkin bout you dough dough, you, you dumb bitch, YOU! The one that want a drink and dont want to pay for it Spend all your 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 JUS TRYING TO FUCK BITCH! HAHAHAHA, whoo!, D-Twizzy, yeah!, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH |
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from D-12 - Devils Night (2001)
[bizarre]man did you see that hoe with them big tities?
[kuniva]yo nigga what's goin on fool? [bizarre]whatup my nigga? [kuniva]nuttin man, yo, this is my girl right here sind right here [kuniva]sind this is bizarre I was tellin you about [kuniva]that's my nigga [kuniva]yo look I'm bout to run in the store and get some forties and a coupla blunts [kuniva]man you why don't you go to the store with me [bizarre]all right [kuniva]all right bet, I'll be back in a little bit nigga [bizarre]aight my nigga (music start playin in the background "bizarre's gonna rape ya") [sind]so how long you been on eminem [bizarre]eminem? shit I don't know eminem, I'm just in town for this little jazz festival and shit [bizarre]you know, something on the side [bizarre]yo can I get you some sparkling water and shit? you want some water? [sind]no, no, no thanks [bizarre]how about some pig feet [sind]naw, I'm straight, I'm ready to smoke [sind]damn, what's takin the kuniva so long? *bizarre farts* [sind]no the f**k you didn't! [bizarre]girl chill out that shit came from my soul [bizarre]f**k that shit you better out dead youknowwhatimsayin [bizarre]and I want you to give me a little kiss though *bizarre farts again* [sind]a kiss? kiss you where? [bizarre]all right I'm a tell you, I'm a tell you, i'ma tell you in your ear (music stops) [bizarre]on my booty |
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[bizarre]man did you see that hoe with them big tities?
[kuniva]yo nigga what's goin on fool? [bizarre]whatup my nigga? [kuniva]nuttin man, yo, this is my girl right here sind right here [kuniva]sind this is bizarre I was tellin you about [kuniva]that's my nigga [kuniva]yo look I'm bout to run in the store and get some forties and a coupla blunts [kuniva]man you why don't you go to the store with me [bizarre]all right [kuniva]all right bet, I'll be back in a little bit nigga [bizarre]aight my nigga (music start playin in the background "bizarre's gonna rape ya") [sind]so how long you been on eminem [bizarre]eminem? shit I don't know eminem, I'm just in town for this little jazz festival and shit [bizarre]you know, something on the side [bizarre]yo can I get you some sparkling water and shit? you want some water? [sind]no, no, no thanks [bizarre]how about some pig feet [sind]naw, I'm straight, I'm ready to smoke [sind]damn, what's takin the kuniva so long? *bizarre farts* [sind]no the f**k you didn't! [bizarre]girl chill out that shit came from my soul [bizarre]f**k that shit you better out dead youknowwhatimsayin [bizarre]and I want you to give me a little kiss though *bizarre farts again* [sind]a kiss? kiss you where? [bizarre]all right I'm a tell you, I'm a tell you, i'ma tell you in your ear (music stops) [bizarre]on my booty |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
[bizarre]man did you see that hoe with them big tities?
[kuniva]yo nigga what's goin on fool? [bizarre]whatup my nigga? [kuniva]nuttin man, yo, this is my girl right here sind right here [kuniva]sind this is bizarre I was tellin you about [kuniva]that's my nigga [kuniva]yo look I'm bout to run in the store and get some forties and a coupla blunts [kuniva]man you why don't you go to the store with me [bizarre]all right [kuniva]all right bet, I'll be back in a little bit nigga [bizarre]aight my nigga (music start playin in the background "bizarre's gonna rape ya") [sind]so how long you been on eminem [bizarre]eminem? shit I don't know eminem, I'm just in town for this little jazz festival and shit [bizarre]you know, something on the side [bizarre]yo can I get you some sparkling water and shit? you want some water? [sind]no, no, no thanks [bizarre]how about some pig feet [sind]naw, I'm straight, I'm ready to smoke [sind]damn, what's takin the kuniva so long? *bizarre farts* [sind]no the f**k you didn't! [bizarre]girl chill out that shit came from my soul [bizarre]f**k that shit you better out dead youknowwhatimsayin [bizarre]and I want you to give me a little kiss though *bizarre farts again* [sind]a kiss? kiss you where? [bizarre]all right I'm a tell you, I'm a tell you, i'ma tell you in your ear (music stops) [bizarre]on my booty |
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from D-12 - Devils Night (2001)
[swifty mcvay]
Hmm, yeah This just one of them days when yo’ ass just wanna chill out And motherfuckers be all in yo’ ear and shit, yknowhati’msayin? Or that naggin bitch, that just like to hear herself talk Blowin all yo’ high away Now that’s some fucked up shit, heh But it happens, yknowhati’msayin? yo [eminem] Yo yo yo yo Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it? How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic? How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot? You got it like I got it or not? If you did, you would know just what I’m talkin bout When your tongue’s rottin out from cotton-mouth When you end up becomin so dependent on weed That you end up spendin a g in the vendin machine You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja That’s it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya Or maybe you don’t smoke, maybe you just roll But whatever your drug’s yo, go for the gusto Just don’t, come fuck with me when I’m doin my drugs You see me in the club don’t come fuckin my high up and [chorus: d-12] Blow, my, buzz You want to want to just don’t blow, my, buzz (do what you want to) and I’m gon’ sit here and just roll, my, drugs (smoke my weeeeed) and if you talk I’m gonna fuck, you, up (I might just whoop yo’ ass) just don’t say shit and we’ll be cool [bizarre] [ding dong] bitch let me in the house (avon? ) No, I just came to eat your mother out It’s the big guy, doin a butterfly to the ground (go ’head!) [eminem] bizarre sit yo’ nasty ass down [bizarre] I spot this fat bitch from across the room Now suck my dick while your boyfriend’s in the bathroom (yea yea!) My face is pink, lookin for a sink And don’t worry bout what I put in your drink It’s called a date-rape drug, ten minutes you’ll be fucked up Open your nasty-ass legs up (yeah you whore) Bitches I’m catchin, blunts I’m matchin Don’t call me bizarre, I’m the reverand jesse jackson [swifty mcvay] Who the fuck is this guy, why the hell you in my presence? It’d be cool if you was askin me some reasonable questions But you on some bullshit nigga, this yo’ last beer (f’real) Get the fuck off my dick and tell yo’ bitch to bring here ass here I kick a hoe out without givin her cabfare And leave her barefooted just for naggin in my damn ear When I’m out eatin, you fags’ll interfere They don’t go until I let ’em know a mag’ is sittin here I get drunk and I smoke weed, whatcho’ ass wanna hear? I didn’t answer you clear, I met manson this year okay? You want some yea? I’ll front yo’ ass a play But other than that, get the hell out my face Because you niggaz tryin to [chorus w/ variations] [kun] yo denaun you seem shook [kon] I really am dawg look This fat bitch keep chasin me tryin to give me the nook [kun] aww man you probably lead her on [kon] I just bought her a beer! [kun] I saw her rubbin on your head while she was wipin your tears [kon] I admit, I was high, but you ain’t seen me cryin [kun] nigga you lyin, and you blowin my high, just stop denyin it [kon] well at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did The ultimate by sayin she wanted to have my kids [kun] look man you grown, just leave me alone, I’m in the zone Call it a night, get stoned, and take that fat slut home Just drink the drink, hit the dank, do some drugs Go kill yourself [kon] fuck you! [kun] well stop blowin my buzz! [proof] I’m at the front of the bar by the lounge in the back With a slut on my arm while I’m downin the ’gnac Got the pills in my system, floatin around Everytime I start driftin, someone open they mouth Yo my ear been spit licked and freestyled in I think I’m goin def like old senile men Only one good demo out of three thousand (yo I ain’t wanna rap for you anyway, so keep talkin) Next nigga that bump me, i’ma do the humpty And elbow bitches, ’til everybody jump me (yo man whassup wit you man why you keep bumpin me and shit) Whassup fool? fuck you punk! (motherfucker, the fuck? it’s on fool it’s on! whassup then nigga? ) [chorus w/ variations] We’ll be cool We’ll be cool if you don’t talk while I’m just tryin to smoke my weed Smoke my weed.. I’m tryin to drink with my niggaz; just shut the fuck up While I’m just tryin to get blowed Spittin to me some mo’.. (hehehe) I’ll see you at eight, bitch |
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[swifty mcvay]
Hmm, yeah This just one of them days when yo’ ass just wanna chill out And motherfuckers be all in yo’ ear and shit, yknowhati’msayin? Or that naggin bitch, that just like to hear herself talk Blowin all yo’ high away Now that’s some fucked up shit, heh But it happens, yknowhati’msayin? yo [eminem] Yo yo yo yo Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it? How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic? How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot? You got it like I got it or not? If you did, you would know just what I’m talkin bout When your tongue’s rottin out from cotton-mouth When you end up becomin so dependent on weed That you end up spendin a g in the vendin machine You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja That’s it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya Or maybe you don’t smoke, maybe you just roll But whatever your drug’s yo, go for the gusto Just don’t, come fuck with me when I’m doin my drugs You see me in the club don’t come fuckin my high up and [chorus: d-12] Blow, my, buzz You want to want to just don’t blow, my, buzz (do what you want to) and I’m gon’ sit here and just roll, my, drugs (smoke my weeeeed) and if you talk I’m gonna fuck, you, up (I might just whoop yo’ ass) just don’t say shit and we’ll be cool [bizarre] [ding dong] bitch let me in the house (avon? ) No, I just came to eat your mother out It’s the big guy, doin a butterfly to the ground (go ’head!) [eminem] bizarre sit yo’ nasty ass down [bizarre] I spot this fat bitch from across the room Now suck my dick while your boyfriend’s in the bathroom (yea yea!) My face is pink, lookin for a sink And don’t worry bout what I put in your drink It’s called a date-rape drug, ten minutes you’ll be fucked up Open your nasty-ass legs up (yeah you whore) Bitches I’m catchin, blunts I’m matchin Don’t call me bizarre, I’m the reverand jesse jackson [swifty mcvay] Who the fuck is this guy, why the hell you in my presence? It’d be cool if you was askin me some reasonable questions But you on some bullshit nigga, this yo’ last beer (f’real) Get the fuck off my dick and tell yo’ bitch to bring here ass here I kick a hoe out without givin her cabfare And leave her barefooted just for naggin in my damn ear When I’m out eatin, you fags’ll interfere They don’t go until I let ’em know a mag’ is sittin here I get drunk and I smoke weed, whatcho’ ass wanna hear? I didn’t answer you clear, I met manson this year okay? You want some yea? I’ll front yo’ ass a play But other than that, get the hell out my face Because you niggaz tryin to [chorus w/ variations] [kun] yo denaun you seem shook [kon] I really am dawg look This fat bitch keep chasin me tryin to give me the nook [kun] aww man you probably lead her on [kon] I just bought her a beer! [kun] I saw her rubbin on your head while she was wipin your tears [kon] I admit, I was high, but you ain’t seen me cryin [kun] nigga you lyin, and you blowin my high, just stop denyin it [kon] well at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did The ultimate by sayin she wanted to have my kids [kun] look man you grown, just leave me alone, I’m in the zone Call it a night, get stoned, and take that fat slut home Just drink the drink, hit the dank, do some drugs Go kill yourself [kon] fuck you! [kun] well stop blowin my buzz! [proof] I’m at the front of the bar by the lounge in the back With a slut on my arm while I’m downin the ’gnac Got the pills in my system, floatin around Everytime I start driftin, someone open they mouth Yo my ear been spit licked and freestyled in I think I’m goin def like old senile men Only one good demo out of three thousand (yo I ain’t wanna rap for you anyway, so keep talkin) Next nigga that bump me, i’ma do the humpty And elbow bitches, ’til everybody jump me (yo man whassup wit you man why you keep bumpin me and shit) Whassup fool? fuck you punk! (motherfucker, the fuck? it’s on fool it’s on! whassup then nigga? ) [chorus w/ variations] We’ll be cool We’ll be cool if you don’t talk while I’m just tryin to smoke my weed Smoke my weed.. I’m tryin to drink with my niggaz; just shut the fuck up While I’m just tryin to get blowed Spittin to me some mo’.. (hehehe) I’ll see you at eight, bitch |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
[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! |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
[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! |
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from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.2 (2004)
Yeah, we straight from the census bureau Haha, Runyan Ave We lookin for yo' momma D-12 - where yo' momma at? Miko where yo' momma at? Young Zee, hey Dame - where yo' momma at? I wanna fuck that bitch, her stankin ass Hey Em where yo' momma at? (Ohhhh-ohhhhh) Yo.. [Kon Artis] You know me, Denaun the same ol' nigga I spray paint your car up like Rain-O nigga See me and you are sorta like the same I guess We both rock mics but yours is into our chest You can't do nuttin to me, Runyan Ave's unruly And truly this ain't a movie, you get slapped with the tooly So pass the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy to steal every car in this vicinity, you feelin me? Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wild Piggity-pow, nigga be out You don't really want war, I'm chillin at your door This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor I can't be a punk, my daddy wasn't none I lose a fight after school and I came home and got one You reap what you sew, that shit you oughta know I keep it on the flo' under the seat I ain't a hoe! [Chorus: Kuniva] (Kon Artis) You know it's been a while but we feelin it now (The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin it now) Goddamn! You don't want no problems B (Get your name in the obituary column sheet) It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again (Yo yo, you fallin off, goin back to smokin crack again) Hit the weed (guzzle your Corona) pass the Gin (Better duck cause they back bustin gats again) [Swifty] A basket case indeed; stronger than a can of mace Slap you in the face while you patty-cakin witcha seed I'll be makin all these nig |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
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' mother fucker, 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. niggas 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) |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
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' mother fucker, 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. niggas 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) |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
[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 this 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 pteorodactyls This is our world... [Kuniva] We'd love to smack you Hot lead flying with debris and schrapnel Rippin' you to shreads, fuckin' up your tatoo 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, deranged, 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 shrooms, drink booze, and pee acid [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 Niggas 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 open they wig, if they don't uppen my budget [Bizarre] Them D12 niggas, 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 humiliate 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 (? brother's name caan?) Look more like a star then me That's why I just started workin' out Man, this shit ain't workin' out [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! |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
[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 this 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 pteorodactyls This is our world... [Kuniva] We'd love to smack you Hot lead flying with debris and schrapnel Rippin' you to shreads, fuckin' up your tatoo 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, deranged, 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 shrooms, drink booze, and pee acid [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 Niggas 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 open they wig, if they don't uppen my budget [Bizarre] Them D12 niggas, 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 humiliate 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 (? brother's name caan?) Look more like a star then me That's why I just started workin' out Man, this shit ain't workin' out [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! |
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from D-12 - Devils Night (2001)
I make music to make you
Sick of fake music Hate music Like devil worshipping Satan music So say your prayers, Your Hail Mary's, And Jesuses Take two sticks and Tape 'em together To make a crucifix Try to stop it but you can't do it A whole generation of kids Blowing out their Fucking brains to this Kurt Cobain music Students converted to 'caine users As soon as they heard it Went out and murdered And main to it What's your name Judas Got my nine with Six sharp shooters Now let's do this I got niggas that's used to static You don't understand how I'm all up in you niggas TV's like Carolan I'm a poltergeist Lyrically I'm supposed to strike Trying to snatch this mic You get cracked with moisonite (Swifty get your own woman) I want his wife I'm the type to go to Gambling parties with trick dice I rob casinos Slugs eat those You think it was the Devil Feeding your jalape?s? Now you out of the scene h*e Shot at your clean clothes A four-four Prone to make you niggas Breathe wrong * It's Devil's night It's Devil's night It's Devil's night 'Cause I came back To rule this time It's Devil's night 'Cause I came back to Take what's mine It's Devil's night It's Devil's night It's Devil's night 'Cause I came back To rule this time It's Devil's night 'Cause I came back To take what's mine It's Devil's night I'm on the John Trying to sh*t And get no response Constipated b**** Tell these pigs to back off The mind of a rapist Denaun never changes Beat up strangers Without a reason I'm a anus Walk the street Then beat a jack with a Glove to match it Drop the hatchet I put my head on opposite And step backwards Walking zombie that's ornery Pulling on robberies on politicians Without a sense of comradery I can concoct the nine flat Plus I run with the best Hop on the motorcycle busting Wheelies over ya chest Bystanders standing by Thinking nowhere to mess Blast you every hicky that Them b****es put on your neck What the f*** do you expect When the slugs get dealt? And make you feel Every ounce of pain That Bugz had felt A deranged teen Smoking ganja and greens This carbean'll make Your f***ing head Shake like tambourines I pledge alleigance to The streets of the D And if you think you out cold Catch a piece of this heat And when it blast It'll take off every piece Of your niece From her berets To her cheeks To her cute little feet * Repeat Stop taking drugs I'm trying My little boy's dying He's losing too much iron And if I die it won't be Because I got shot It'd be because I tied my arm in a sock And smoked rock Taking drugs is cool That's why I buy 'em Shoot 'em in my as* Let your little brother try 'em Ten years is what I'm facing Police breaking in my house Lil' Bow Wow in the basement A rapist that'll bust in your mouth I'll probably be in jail 'fore this F***ing album comes out I'm eighteen years old Still sh*t in the bed Beating till I'm red Fear nothing but water and bread Me and Ken F***ing dirty Jen So what if it burns B**** when I stick it in No medication I'm out of percasets I lost my weed Plus my f***ing diaper's wet * Repeat |
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from D-12 - Devils Night Initial Run [UK Only Version] (2006)
[Eminem]
I make music to make you sick of fake music Hate music like devil worshippin Satan music So say your prayers, your Hail Mary's and Jesuses Take two sticks, tape 'em together and make a crucifix Try to stop it but you cain't do it (ha ha) A whole generation of kids blowin out their fuckin brains to this Kurt Cobain music - students converted to 'caine users as soon as they heard it went out and murdered and maimed to it What's your name? [Swifty McVay] Judas Got my nine with six sharpshooters, now let's do this I got niggaz that shoots to static - you don't understand how I'm all up in you niggaz TV's like Carole Anne I'm a poltergeist, lyrically I'm supposed to strike Try to snatch this mic, you get cracked with Molson Ice (Swifty get your own woman!) I want his wife I'm the type to go to gamblin parties with trick dice I rob casinos, slugs, eat those You'd think it was the devil feedin you jalapenos Now you out of the scene hoes shot at your clean clothes My fo'-fo', prone to make you niggaz breathe wrong [Chorus: Eminem] It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah) It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da) Cause I came back to rule this time! It's Devils Night - cause I came back to take what's mine! Yes it's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah) It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da) Cause I came back to rule this time! It's Devils Night - cause I came back to take what's mine! [Kon Artis] It's like I'm on the john, tryin to shit and get no response Constipated bitch, tell these pigs to back off! The mind of rapist, Denaun never changes Beat up strangers without a reason, I'm a anus Walk the street in a "Beat It" jacket with a glove to match it Drop the hat shit I put my head on opposite and step backwards Walkin zombied it's ornery Pullin armed robberies on politicians without a sense of camraderie [Kuniva] Yo, I can concoct the nine slot, plus I run with the best Hop on a motorcycle, bustin wheelies over your chest Bystanders standin by, thinkin oh what a mess Blast through every hickie that them bitches put on your neck What the fuck do you expect, when the slugs are dealt And make you feel every ounce of pain that Bugz done felt A deranged team, smokin ganja greens This car beam'll make your fuckin head shake like tambourines I pledge allegiance to the streets of the D And if you think you out cold, catch a piece of this heat And when it blast, it'll take off every piece of your [scream] From her barettes to her cheeks to her cute little feet [Chorus] [Bizarre] STOP TAKIN DRUGS!! I'm tryin My little boy is dyin, he losin too much iron And if I die, it won't be because I got shot It'll be because I tied my arm in a sock and smoked rock Takin drugs is cool, that's why I buy 'em Shoot 'em up my ass, let your little brother try 'em Ten years is what I'm facin Police breakin in my house, Lil' Bow Wow in the basement (Jermaine!) A rapist that'll bust in your mouth I'll probably be in jail 'fore this fuckin album comes out I'm eighteen years old, still shit in the bed Beaten 'til I'm red, fear nothin but war and bread It's me again, fuckin dirty jinn So what if it burns, bitch when I stick it in No medication, I'm out of perkasets I lost my weed, plus my fuckin diaper's wet [Chorus] [Eminem] It's Devil's Night! |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
[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 'cause. [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. |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
[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 'cause. [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. |
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from D-12 - Devils Night (2001)
Chorus] This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit 이런 종류의 음악은, 들으면, 무언가 하고 싶은 충동이 들지 Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it 이런 걸 듣기만 하면 거부도 할 수 없는거야 It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with 그저, 아이들이 자기 방을, 쓰레기장으로 만들기 위한 음악 Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit 무엇 좀 하라고 들을 때마다 싫다고 하게 만드는 음악 The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it 누가 프로듀스 했는지 묻지 않아도 되는 음악 You just know - that's the new shit 그냥 알게 돼 - 이게 새로운 음악이야 The type of shit that causes mass confusion 집단 혼란과 사람들이 바보같은 행동을 and drastic movement of people actin stupid 하게 만드는 그런 종류의 음악이야 [Kon Artis] I come to every club with intention to do harm 난 누군가에게 해를 입히기 위한 목적으로 모든 클럽에 가지 With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm 인공 팔을 가지고, Boone's Farm 같은 냄새를 풍기면서 말야 Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms 알람을 듣는 즉시 테이블 아래로 숨어라 Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms 난 내 엄마도 털만큼 정신이 이상한 도둑놈이지 Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb Connivin Kon, 폭탄을 가진 아티스트 Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!" 그 폭탄을 배에다가 묶고는 소리쳐 "한 번 해보자고!" A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank 술을 좋아하는 주정뱅이, 탱크를 음주운전하고 Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint 은행으로 쳐들어가, 경찰들은 날 보고 기절해 It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke 과감하지, 나 코카인 한도를 넘어서 했어 I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat 이 기분을 니 목을 잘라서 더 띄워볼까 해 Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat 네 유모차를 거리에다가 내몰아, 잘게 저민 고깃덩이가 될 때까지 Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street 너네 친구들은 내가 네 거리에 발을 들여놓자마자 끝난거야 This is fight music! 이건 싸움음악이야! [Bizarre] You know why my hands are so numb? (No) 내 손이 왜 이렇게 무감각한지 알아? (아니) Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't cum (oh) 내 할머니가 내 자지를 빨고도 사정하지 않았거든(오) Smacked this whore for talkin crap (bitch) 그년이 개같은 소리를 하길래 한대 쳤지 (개년아) So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap 장애인이면 어때, Bizarre가 랩을 못한다고 말했단 말야 I fuckin hate you I'll take your drawers down and rape you 난 니가 싫어 네 팬티를 내리고선 강간을 하겠어 While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!) Dr. Dre가 뒤에서 비디오에 녹화할 동안 (물론이지!) Satan done got me on this song 악마가 이 노랠 하게 만들었어 Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john 화장실에서 핫도그를 먹으면서 코란(이슬람교 경서)을 읽고 Tired of wearin this yellow thong 이 노란 끈팬티 입는게 지겨워 Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong) 가져가 Sisqo, 어디다 놔야하는지 알잖아 (끈팬티 끈팬티) *Sisqo가 Thong Song을 부른 것을 가지고 하는 말 Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm 여기 총이 있군, 네 손바닥에 놓을게 Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms 저기 가사 Dru Hill의 팔을 날려버려라 Fuck your love songs 니 사랑 노랜 집어쳐 [Chorus] This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit 이런 종류의 음악은, 들으면, 무언가 하고 싶은 충동이 들지 Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it 이런 걸 듣기만 하면 거부도 할 수 없는거야 It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with 그저, 아이들이 자기 방을, 쓰레기장으로 만들기 위한 음악 Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit 무엇 좀 하라고 들을 때마다 싫다고 하게 만드는 음악 The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it 누가 프로듀스 했는지 묻지 않아도 되는 음악 You just know - that's the new shit 그냥 알게 돼 - 이게 새로운 음악이야 The type of shit that causes mass confusion 집단 혼란과 사람들이 바보같은 행동을 and drastic movement of people actin stupid 하게 만드는 그런 종류의 음악이야 [Proof] Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on? 가져와봐 누구에게 가져올건데, 누구랑 놀건데 I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come 난 킹콩이야, 총으로 네 왕국을 쓸어버려 이리 와 Show you machine gun funk 니 기관총이나 좀 보자고 Sixteen m-16's and one pump {*click-clack*} 16개의 m-16 그리고 하나의 샷건 The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw 내 손바닥에 소음기달린 권총, 니 턱에 겨누고 Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers 팬티만 입고 빌어먹을 클럽에서 뛰어다니게 해주마 We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud 우린 여자들이 좋아, 박수칠 일은 아니지 But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source 하지만 됐어 다 좋은 걸, 모두들 The Source에 있어 It's fight music 이건 싸움음악이야 [Swifty McVay] I'm a nigga that loves scuffles 난 싸움을 좋아하는 녀석이고 And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles 부어오른 주먹으로 네 녀석을 한 번 더 패는데 주저 않을 사람이야 I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps 난 그런 놈이야, 곰 덫처럼 녀석들을 잡아 Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, "You hear that?" 그 놈의 머리를 성직자 앞에서 날려버려 '들리냐?' I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak 너를 때리고, 넘어뜨리고 말도 못하게 하겠어 If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink 내 발을 밟는 순간, 넌 네 술에 익사하게 될거야 I suffocated my shrink just for talkin 난 말만 하는 정신과 의사를 목졸랐지 Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin 다시 돌아와 그의 관을 메는 사람을 족치고 관을 떨어뜨리게 했어 It's fight music! 이건 싸움음악이야 [Kuniva] These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em 내가 흔드는 이 총구가 그들을 따갑게 해 See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em 쟤네들 보이냐? 내가 클럽에 들어가면, 같이 데려갈거야 If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em 만약 누군가 찌뿌리고 있으면, Rodney King 처럼 만들겠어 *Rodney King - LA에 살던 흑인으로, 91년 경찰에게 집단구타를 당했죠. LA 폭동의 근원이라고도 할 수 있음 Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em with premium 원한을 품고서는 프리미엄 기름을 뿌려주겠어 Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em 그리곤 담배에 불을 붙이고는, 튀기거나 침을 뱉어 Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him 그의 가족의 사진을 들고서는 그를 발로차 Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin 오른쪽으로 볼때 쏴주마, 니 아내가 보고 있는 곳 말야 Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin your life music! 싸움음악은 집어쳐, 이건 네 삶을 깎는 음악이야! [Eminem] If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it 만약 오늘날의 젊은이들의 분노를 잡아 병에 담을 수 있다면 Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it 맨손으로 그 병을 깨서 삼켜버린 다음 Then spit it back in the faces of you racists 너네 인종차별자나 위선자들의 얼굴에 뱉어주겠어 and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit 똑같은 생각만 하면서 말은 아무것도 없는 녀석들 You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis 너네 Liberace, Versace, 그리고 나찌들 *Liberace - 박물관 이름. 근엄한 척 하는 사람을 빙자한듯. *Versace - (베르사체)디자이너. 이건 멋부리는 사람을 뜻하는듯 Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat 날 봐라, 너네들이 날 꽉 잡아두었다고 생각하지 You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me 너네 개자식들은 그저 내가 아니기 때문에 날 심판하고자 해 You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me 넌 절대 날 멈추지 못해, 난 최고 속도로 달리고 있어 I came to save these new generations of babies 난 이 새로운 세대의 아기들을 구하려고 왔다 from parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy 게을러 터져서 제대로 길러내지 못한 부모들로부터 말야 to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy 날 칭찬하게 만들고, 그들을 미치게 하겠어 That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me 난 그런 식으로 이 나라가 날 감싸안게 만든거야 And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong 가짜녀석들 내가 잘못했다고 인정할거라 생각한다면 I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on 내가 싫어하는 위선적인 비평가를 불구로 만들겠어 And this song is for any kid who gets picked on 이 노래는 괴롭힘을 당하는 모든 아이들을 위한 거야 A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called.. 복수를 하기 위한 미친 음악, 그 이름은... [Chorus] This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit 이런 종류의 음악은, 들으면, 무언가 하고 싶은 충동이 들지 Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it 이런 걸 듣기만 하면 거부도 할 수 없는거야 It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with 그저, 아이들이 자기 방을, 쓰레기장으로 만들기 위한 음악 Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit 무엇 좀 하라고 들을 때마다 싫다고 하게 만드는 음악 The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it 누가 프로듀스 했는지 묻지 않아도 되는 음악 You just know - that's the new shit 그냥 알게 돼 - 이게 새로운 음악이야 The type of shit that causes mass confusion 집단 혼란과 사람들이 바보같은 행동을 and drastic movement of people actin stupid 하게 만드는 그런 종류의 음악이야 It's fight music! 싸움 음악이야!
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from D-12 - Devils Night Initial Run [UK Only Version] (2006)
[Chorus: Eminem]
This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know - that's the new shit The type of shit that causes mass confusion and drastic movement of people actin stupid [Kon Artis] I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screamin, 'Let's get it on!' A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street This is fight music! [Bizarre] You know why my hands are so numb? (No) Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't come (oh) Smacked this whore for talkin crap (bitch) So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap I fuckin hate you; I'll take your drawers down and rape you While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!) Satan done got me on this song Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john Tired of wearin this yellow thong Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong) Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms Fuck your love songs [Chorus] [Proof] Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on? I'm King Kong, guns blow you to king-dom come Show you machine gun funk Sixteen m-16's and one pump [click-clack] The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source It's fight music [Swifty McVay] I'm a nigga that loves scuffles And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, 'You hear that?' I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink I suffocated my shrink just for talkin Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin It's fight music! [Kuniva] These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em with premium Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin your life music! [Eminem] If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it Then spit it back in the faces of you racists and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me I came to save these new generations of babies from parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on And this song is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called.. [Chorus] It's fight music! |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
(Eminem)
I'm gonna get my gun! (Interlude) Eminem: This motherfucker wants to disrespect me? Kon Artist: Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man? Eminem: I got something for his ass. Kon Artist: Calm Down Eminem: No YOU Calm Down! Kon Artist: Man. . what's you're problem? Eminem: Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!? Kon Artist: Man, he wasn't poppin' shit. Eminem: You heard him he was poppin' them shit Kon Artist: What shit? Eminem: That shit! You heard him! Kon Artist: 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 nigga Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta I'll be severin' heads, i'm in everyones nightmare A nigga that can never ever be scared of the feds And the niggas 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. . (Chours) (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 niggas 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 niggas 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? (Chours 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 Artist) It;s like Bang, Bang, Bang, nigga, 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! (Chours) (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. . . 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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
(Eminem)
I'm gonna get my gun! (Interlude) Eminem: This motherfucker wants to disrespect me? Kon Artist: Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man? Eminem: I got something for his ass. Kon Artist: Calm Down Eminem: No YOU Calm Down! Kon Artist: Man. . what's you're problem? Eminem: Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!? Kon Artist: Man, he wasn't poppin' shit. Eminem: You heard him he was poppin' them shit Kon Artist: What shit? Eminem: That shit! You heard him! Kon Artist: 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 nigga Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta I'll be severin' heads, i'm in everyones nightmare A nigga that can never ever be scared of the feds And the niggas 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. . (Chours) (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 niggas 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 niggas 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? (Chours 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 Artist) It;s like Bang, Bang, Bang, nigga, 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! (Chours) (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. . . 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from D-12 - Devils Night (2001)
[Eminem] Hey yo dawg I got some shit on my motherfuckin chest that I need to get off cause, if I don’t I’ma fuckin explode, or somethin Now look - this is a story about some little fuckin girls that I know It goes like this.. It’s so easy for me to make enemies any more it’s sickening People are lookin for an excuse to jump on my shitlist Stickin their noses in shit that isn’t none of their business I never asked, cared, gave a fuck, or wanted opinions Now I’m in the position that, I don’t wanna be in - shit I never had no beef with your corny son of a bitches But now the shit is broke and you can’t do nothin to fix it So I’m tellin you right now - motherFUCK a Limp Bizkit Now I’ma be real, B-Real was real He ain’t say shit the whole time me and Whitey was beefin; see he chilled He was cool with the whole situation and kept it neutral I’d have never involved my crew if it wasn’t for Pupils Peoples, whatever your backpackin cypherin name is Had I not opened a magazine and seen what you sayin and I’da never involved you, but you had to add your two pennies Now I gotta go grab my shitlist and add some new enemies Hit the studio and I’ll admit, I had a few in me Fuck it, I roasted you, I ain’t mad at you any But let it be known that song was never released, it leaked I’da never gave you that much attention intentionally Then I look on the TV, now look who’s mentionin me That little fuckin weasel, DJ Lethal, on MTV After I gave you props in that song, you on national TV Talkin bout Everlast is gonna whip my ass when he sees me? Come on dawg, you was supposed to be on that song Talkin bout how bad you hate him, now you all on his thong? What’s wrong? You scared, and Fred, you said you was dissin him too I shoulda knew better than to listen to you You fuckin sissy, up on stage, screamin how people hate you They don’t hate you They just think you’re corny since Christina played you And I dare you motherfuckers to try to diss me back That’s a sissy act, and don’t call me kissin my ass Cause I swear to God this ain’t just a song I’m tryin to pre-warn you Lethal when I fuckin see you dawg I’m swingin on you! Motherfuckers must think cause I’m in trouble with the law that I won’t jaw ‘em, up my sentence and double it tomorrow [Chorus] Y’all some - girrrrls - y’all are some god damn girls Why do you act this way? - Why do you act this way huh? Why do y’all act like fuckin sissies you pussies keep talkin shit behind my back you just some bitches for that And we all knowwww - we all know, hah How fuckin cowards rollll - “keep rollin rollin rollin” In fuckin Bentley’s and pretend to be down But as soon as someone calls you out You put your tail between your legs and bow dowwwn [Eminem] Now I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs I’m a man, I can stand on my feet So if you don’t wanna be in ‘em all I ask is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion and I won’t put you in ‘em Cuz I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs I’m a man, I can stand on my feet So if you don’t wanna be in ‘em all I ask is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion and I won’t put you in ‘em Now see if you diss me and I respond, the beef is on But if I help you sell one record and I see you at a show, I’ll strip you naked See I was smart, I came back and scooped up my friends Now I got five dawgs that’ll die for me like I’ll die for them I’ll fight for them, swing or shoot like I fight for Kim All of ‘em been with me through this fucked up life that I’m in That goes for all of my dogs, from Royce to Dre From Xzibit to Mel-Man, ’til I’m hoist away in my coffin I’ll never soften no matter how often I’m tested I’ll never give a fuck, I won’t never be interested Love me or hate me as much as Fred wants to be hated I will solemnly stand by every statement I stated This shit that I been through my pencil never could pencil But I will never be this gullible ever again though (nope) Next time I’ll know when someone’s copyin off me I’m not bein cocky, I just know when somebody’s mockin me I stick up my middle finger, he sticks up his finger (hey!) I say “Fuck Christina” he says “Fuck Christina” but meaner So from doin a song with Method to beggin to get accepted I’m peggin Fred with the bottle of dye that he bleached his head with And as for Lethal, don’t forget what I said I’m fuckin you up punk, you’re dead! Don’t think that I’m playin And fuck BIZKIT! Cause I know you’re sayin fuck D-12 Only not to our face, under your breath, to yourselves [Chorus] You little - girrrrls - motherfuckin females Why do you act this way? - Why do y’all act this way huh? Why do y’all act like fuckin sissies you pussies keep talkin shit behind my back you just some bitches for that And we all knowwww - now we all know the truth How fuckin cowards rollll - “keep rollin rollin rollin” In-fuckin-dent me’s and pretend to be down But as soon as someone calls you out You put your tail between your legs and bow dowwwn [Eminem] Now I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs I’m a man, I can stand on my feet So if you don’t wanna be in ‘em all I ask is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion and I won’t put you in ‘em Cuz I don’t ask nobody to share my beliefs, to be involved in my beefs I’m a man, I can stand on my feet So if you don’t wanna be in ‘em all I ask is that you don’t open your mouth with an opinion and I won’t put you in it And that’s it, that’s all there is to it dawg If you didn’t wanna do the fuckin song don’t say you’re down with doin the fuckin song and then back out at the last minute And then go on motherfuckin MTV talkin about Everlast can whip my motherfuckin ass If you’re scared of Whitey Ford dog just say you’re scared of Whitey Ford, that’s it That’s all you had to fuckin say, I wouldn’ta said shit I woulda backed off, did the motherfuckin song myself and not put you motherfuckers in it, that’s all Now I ain’t even on no rap shit no more I’m on some fuckin-you-up shit when I see you And I will see you too; oh, and by the way Fred That wasn’t an accident I didn’t mean to give you a play at the Music Awards Haha.. |
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from D-12 - Devils Night Initial Run [UK Only Version] (2006)
Eminem
Girls (Limp Bizkit Diss) Ayo dog I got some shit on my motherfuckin chest that I need to get off cuz If I don't I'ma fucking explode or somethin Now look This is the story about Some little fuckin girls that I know It goes like this It's so easy for me to make enemies anymore it's sickenin People are lookin for an excuse to jump on my shit list Stickin their noses in shit that isn't none of their business I never asked, cared, gave a fuck, or wanted opinions Now I'm in a position that I don't wanna be in shit I never had beef with you corny son of a bitches But now this shit is broke and you can't do nothin to fix it So I'm telling you right now Motherfucker Limp Bizkit Now I'ma be real B-Real was real He ain't say shit the whole time me and Whitey was beefin See he chilled He was cool with the whole situation and kept it neutral I'da never involved my crew if it wasn't for Pupils Peoples, whatever your backpacking cyphering name is Had I not opened a magazine and seen what you sayin I'da never involved you But you had to add your two pennies Now I gotta go grab my shit list and add some new enemies Hit the studio and I'll admit I had a few in me Fuck it, I roasted you, I ain't mad at you any But let it be known That song was never released, it leaked I'da never gave you that much attention intentionally Then I look on the TV Now look who's mentionin me That little fuckin weasle, DJ Lethal, on MTV After I gave you props on that song you on national TV Talking 'bout Everlast is gonna whip my ass when he sees me Come on dawg, you was supposed to be on that song Talkin 'bout how bad you hate him Now you all in his thong What's wrong, you scared, and Fred, you said you was dissin him too I shoulda knew better than to listen to you You fuckin sissy Up on stage screaming how people hate you They don't hate you They just think you're corny since Christina played you And I dare you motherfuckers to try to diss me back That's a sissy act And don't call me kissin my ass Cuz I swear to God this ain't just a song I'm trying to prewarn you Lethal, when I fuckin see you dawg, I'm swingin on you Motherfuckers must think cuz I'm in trouble with the law That I won't jaw Up my sentence and double it tomorrow Y'all are some Girls (y'all are some God damn girls) Why do you act this way? (why do you act this way, huh?) Why do y'all act like fuckin sissies You pussies keep talkin shit behind my back You just some bitches for that And we all know (we all know, ha) How fuckin cowards roll (keep rollin' rollin' rollin') In fucking Bentleys And pretend to be down But as soon as someone calls you out You put your tail between your legs and bow down Now I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs Or be involved in my beefs I'm a man I can stand on my feet So if you don't wanna be in 'em All I ask is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion And I won't put you in 'em Cuz I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs Or be involved in my beefs I'm a man I can stand on my feet So if you don't wanna be in 'em All I ask is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion And I won't put you in 'em Now see if you diss me and I respond The beef is on But if I help you sell one record And I see you at a show I'll strip you naked See I was smart I came back and scooped up my friends Now I got five dawgs that'll die for me like I'll die for them I'll fight for them, swing or shoot, like I'll fight for Kim All of them been with me through this fucked up life that I'm in That goes for all my dawgs from Royce to Dre From Xzibit to Melman Till I'm hoist away In my coffin I'll never soften no matter how often I'm tested I never give a fuck I won't ever be interested Love me or hate me As much as Fred wants to be hated I will solemnly stand by every statement I've stated The shit that I been through My pencil never could pencil But I won't ever be this gullible ever again, no Next time I'll know when someone's copyin off me I'm not bein cocky I just know when somebody's mockin me I stick up my middle finger He sticks up his finger I say fuck Christina He says fuck Christina, but meaner So from doin a song with Method To beggin to get accepted I'm peggin Fred With the bottle of dye that he bleached his head with And as for Lethal don't forget what I said I'm fuckin you up punk You're dead Don't think that I'm playin And fuck Bizkit Cuz I know you're sayin fuck D12 Only not to our face, under your breath, and to yourselves Little Girls (motherfucking females) Why do you act this way? (why do you act this way, huh?) Why do y'all act like fucking sissies You pussies keep talking shit behind my back You just some bitches for that And we all know (now we all know the truth) How fucking cowards roll (keep rollin' rollin' rollin') In fucking Bentleys And pretend to be down But as soon as someone calls you out You put your tail between your legs and bow down Now I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs Or be involved in my beefs I'm a man I can stand on my feet So if you don't wanna be in 'em All I ask is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion And I won't put you in 'em Cuz I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs Or be involved in my beefs I'm a man I can stand on my feet So if you don't wanna be in 'em All I ask is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion And I won't put you in 'em And that's it That's all there is to it dawg If you don't wanna do the fuckin song Don't say you're down with doin the fuckin song And then back out at the last minute And then go on motherfuckin MTV Talking about Everlast can whip my motherfuckin ass If you're scared of Whitey Ford dawg Just say you're scared of Whitey Ford That's it That's all you had to fuckin say I wouldn't a said shit I woulda backed off Did the motherfuckin song myself And not put you motherfuckers in it That's all Now I ain't even on no rap shit no more I'm on some fuckingyou up shit when I see you And I will see you, too Oh, and by the way, Fred That wasn't an accident I didn't mean to give you a play at the Music Awards Ha ha |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
(Eminem)
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, banna 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 mixin 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 you dont 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! Lets get it crackin, Git, Its on and poppin Its D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin We're gonna get it crackalatin What you waitin for the waiters orders 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 'n Git Up Now! (Swift) I keep a shit load of bullets a pitpull 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 niggaz 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' leak your blood, Inglewood, steppin' 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, *****. (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 a 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 ? stop you from waking, bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans, a ? 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) (Bizarre) Ha-ha-ha-ha... yeah! D12... We back! Ha-ha! (Git Up Now!) Ha-ha-ha-ha... Runyan Ave. soldiers! Amityville. Who the fuck want it with us? Nobody... ha-ha-ha-ha! |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
[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 anotha way Or maybe my prayers would have convinced him to choose another soul Shit, its just me and my mentoni now Man you look so peaceful now...how can I argue wit that They say... [Chorus] They say the good die young, Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young) Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young) Thats why I know that we go’ have fun, In this life cos you only get one When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??) [Kon Artis] Its true that everybody heard, there 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 to ?? But I guess (thats just the way things go) I was blessed to see 24 (24) To wake up to that how 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 aint have to lose Bugz to the struggle Cos you know... [Chorus] They say the good die young, Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young) Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young) Thats why I know that we go’ have fun, In this life cos you only get one When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??) [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 Thats why I keep the pistol under the trunk Im 27 years old, too old to be gettin jumped And fuck rap, I miss Karnail Pitts, b-u-g-z Tattoed on my wrist Me and you in the jeep, listen to ?? beats Its 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, my phone rung And Bizarres voice tellin 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 its tearin me apart But I had to let it out cos it was tearin at my heart Cos he died over somethin so petty and so small A human life is so very precious I hope ya’ll Understand how I’m feelin 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 seein dreams A coward came along and took you away from the team So don’t mistake this track, its just another song This goes out to everyone who lost a loved one Cos you know [Chorus] They say the good die young, Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young) Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young) Thats why I know that we go’ have fun, In this life cos you only get one When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??) [Proof] They say its 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 ?? a lot, if theres a guy by me say somethin If you love her so much why didn’t u gave nothin When he took my homie, snuck was only in 11th grade Now I hope to see your face at the heaven gates It aint never late in the game, this hatin 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 young as a ??? did To ?? [Chorus] They say the good die young, Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young) Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young) Thats why I know that we go’ have fun, In this life cos you only get one When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??) [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 Im 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 startin up his ride 3 years go by, I made a hell of a run And thats when funky got done, a joey playin wit guns And ??, 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 standin in this booth, Thats the truth, I miss ya’ll... [Chorus x2] They say the good die young, Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young) Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young) Thats why I know that we go’ have fun, In this life cos you only get one When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??) |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
[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 anotha way Or maybe my prayers would have convinced him to choose another soul Shit, its just me and my mentoni now Man you look so peaceful now...how can I argue wit that They say... [Chorus] They say the good die young, Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young) Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young) Thats why I know that we go’ have fun, In this life cos you only get one When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??) [Kon Artis] Its true that everybody heard, there 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 to ?? But I guess (thats just the way things go) I was blessed to see 24 (24) To wake up to that how 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 aint have to lose Bugz to the struggle Cos you know... [Chorus] They say the good die young, Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young) Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young) Thats why I know that we go’ have fun, In this life cos you only get one When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??) [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 Thats why I keep the pistol under the trunk Im 27 years old, too old to be gettin jumped And fuck rap, I miss Karnail Pitts, b-u-g-z Tattoed on my wrist Me and you in the jeep, listen to ?? beats Its 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, my phone rung And Bizarres voice tellin 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 its tearin me apart But I had to let it out cos it was tearin at my heart Cos he died over somethin so petty and so small A human life is so very precious I hope ya’ll Understand how I’m feelin 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 seein dreams A coward came along and took you away from the team So don’t mistake this track, its just another song This goes out to everyone who lost a loved one Cos you know [Chorus] They say the good die young, Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young) Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young) Thats why I know that we go’ have fun, In this life cos you only get one When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??) [Proof] They say its 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 ?? a lot, if theres a guy by me say somethin If you love her so much why didn’t u gave nothin When he took my homie, snuck was only in 11th grade Now I hope to see your face at the heaven gates It aint never late in the game, this hatin 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 young as a ??? did To ?? [Chorus] They say the good die young, Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young) Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young) Thats why I know that we go’ have fun, In this life cos you only get one When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??) [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 Im 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 startin up his ride 3 years go by, I made a hell of a run And thats when funky got done, a joey playin wit guns And ??, 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 standin in this booth, Thats the truth, I miss ya’ll... [Chorus x2] They say the good die young, Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young) Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh) When god calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young, (die young) Thats why I know that we go’ have fun, In this life cos you only get one When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??) |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
So i changed huh? You got a phone, pick it up, call me!
How come we dont even talk no more And you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin′ now After all the years we been down Aint no way no how, this bullshit can′t be true We family aint a damn thing changed, unless it′s you! we were so young, so full of life and vivrance side by side wherever you was ridin i went So close, almost on some Bonnie and Clyde shit When ronnie died you was right by my side with a sholder to cry on A 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 wanna 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 just like ice In your eyes is the look of resentment I can sense it, and i dont like it How come we dont even talk no more And you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin′ now After all the years we been down Aint no way no how, this bullshit can′t be true We family aint a damn thing changed, unless it′s you! It was my dream at first to be on spittin a verse On my own album with a deal but shit got worse So i came out i woulda killed a nigga first Before i let him disrespect me and check me over some worst Some bitch that i wasnt 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 dont get involved wit her, you was smokin the chron with her Comin out of the bar with her stumblin half drunk Like yall was husband and wife or somethin But me catchin her fuckin other niggers musta hurt you pride or somethin Cuz you went off at the mouth with people like you wanted with me When all i tried to do was show your bitch was shifty And ever since the fans and all the shit that i produced You actin like i aint ya man and lyin like she can′t be loose But i am really you friend, i′m jus trying to tell you the truth Dont hate the game or the player The one that is changing is you How come we dont even talk no more And you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin′ now After all the years we been down Aint no way no how, this bullshit can′t be true We family aint a damn thing changed, unless it′s you! Its gettin only at the top cuz my homie had to stop Now we actin like i gotta live only for the block And homies in the hood only see me on the tube So they gossip on the porch get to speakin all rude Fools i used to rap with all expect magic Like my finger get to snappin and *poof* it just happen But PROOF is just actin out the part he was thrown Shady made it so my babys aint starvin at home See the devil in you grin since the ghetto we been friends Forever real intelligence thats forever till the end I keep the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lies Aint wastin my times with these snakes in disguise (how come)when you talk its with bitter respite 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. How come we dont even talk no more And you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin′ now After all the years we been down Aint no way no how, this bullshit can′t be true We family aint a damn thing changed, UNLESS IT′S YOU! |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
So i changed huh? You got a phone, pick it up, call me!
How come we dont even talk no more And you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin′ now After all the years we been down Aint no way no how, this bullshit can′t be true We family aint a damn thing changed, unless it′s you! we were so young, so full of life and vivrance side by side wherever you was ridin i went So close, almost on some Bonnie and Clyde shit When ronnie died you was right by my side with a sholder to cry on A 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 wanna 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 just like ice In your eyes is the look of resentment I can sense it, and i dont like it How come we dont even talk no more And you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin′ now After all the years we been down Aint no way no how, this bullshit can′t be true We family aint a damn thing changed, unless it′s you! It was my dream at first to be on spittin a verse On my own album with a deal but shit got worse So i came out i woulda killed a nigga first Before i let him disrespect me and check me over some worst Some bitch that i wasnt 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 dont get involved wit her, you was smokin the chron with her Comin out of the bar with her stumblin half drunk Like yall was husband and wife or somethin But me catchin her fuckin other niggers musta hurt you pride or somethin Cuz you went off at the mouth with people like you wanted with me When all i tried to do was show your bitch was shifty And ever since the fans and all the shit that i produced You actin like i aint ya man and lyin like she can′t be loose But i am really you friend, i′m jus trying to tell you the truth Dont hate the game or the player The one that is changing is you How come we dont even talk no more And you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin′ now After all the years we been down Aint no way no how, this bullshit can′t be true We family aint a damn thing changed, unless it′s you! Its gettin only at the top cuz my homie had to stop Now we actin like i gotta live only for the block And homies in the hood only see me on the tube So they gossip on the porch get to speakin all rude Fools i used to rap with all expect magic Like my finger get to snappin and *poof* it just happen But PROOF is just actin out the part he was thrown Shady made it so my babys aint starvin at home See the devil in you grin since the ghetto we been friends Forever real intelligence thats forever till the end I keep the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lies Aint wastin my times with these snakes in disguise (how come)when you talk its with bitter respite 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. How come we dont even talk no more And you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin′ now After all the years we been down Aint no way no how, this bullshit can′t be true We family aint a damn thing changed, UNLESS IT′S YOU! |
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from Hip Hop: The Collection 2008 [Explicit Version] (2008)
(Eminem)
So I changed huh? You got a phone pick it up, call me How Come.. we dont even talk no more And you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how This bullshit cant be true We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you! We were so young So full of life and vibrance side by side, wherever you was riding, I went So close, almost on some bonnie and clyde shit When Ronnie died you was right by my side with a shoulder to cry on and tissue to wipe my eyes and a bucket to catch ever tear I cried inside it. You even had the same type of childhood I did.. sometimes I just wanna know why is it that you succaim to yours and mine I survived it. You ran the streets, I 9 to 5ed it we grew up, grew apart as time went by us.. and I blew up to both yours and mines surprises. Now I feel a vibe I just cant describe it much as your pride tries to hide it. you're cold your touch is just like ice. And your eyes is a look of resentment. I can sense it and I dont like it. How Come.. we dont even talk no more And you dont 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 grapevine.. We even Beefin Now After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how This bullshit cant be true We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you! (Kon Artis) It was my dream at first to be off spitting a verse on my own album with a deal but shit got worse fore I came out I woulda killed a nigga first for I let him disrespect me, or check me over some worthless bitch that I wasnt with I woulda hit it and quit but you were fitting to talk with her and tell her she was the shit I told you dont get involved with her you would smoke in the car with her coming outta the bar with her stumbling half drunk like you were husband and wife or somethin but me catching her fuckin other niggas musta hurt your pride or something cause you were openin your mouth to people like you wanted with me. when all I tried to do was show that your bitch was shifty. And every sister, fares and all the shit that I produced you acting like I aint your man and lying like she cant be loose. But I am really your friend, I'm just trying to tell ya the truth. Dont hate the game or the player the one thats changing is you. (Eminen) How Come.. we dont even talk no more And you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how This bullshit cant be true We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you! (Proof) Its gets lonely at the top cause my homie had to stop now we acting like I gotta live only for the block. And homies in the hood only see me on the tube So they gossip on the porch Get ta speaking all rude. fools I used to rap wit all expect magic like my finger get to snappin and poof it just happen. But proof is just acting out the part he was thrown, shady made it so my babies aint starving at home. See the devil in your glance, since the ghetto we been friends, forever real intellegence, thats forever till the end. I peep the hatred in your eyes, and the satan in your lies, aint wasting my time with these snakes in disguise. (HOW COME) When you talk it's 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 play, you look away, we barely embrace, you cant even look me in my face. (Eminem) How Come.. we dont even talk no more And you dont even call no more We dont barely keep in touch at all and I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more And I heard it through the grapevine.. We even Beefin Now After all the years we been down.. aint no way no how This bullshit cant be true We Family.. aint a damn thing changed.. unless its you! |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
(Intro - Proof)
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-A-Hoe and the fabulous Case y'all, stick 'em out y'all All my Detroit players, let's go! (Chorus - Kon Artis) 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 menage-a-trois 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 niggaz 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) |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
(Intro - Proof)
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-A-Hoe and the fabulous Case y'all, stick 'em out y'all All my Detroit players, let's go! (Chorus - Kon Artis) 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 menage-a-trois 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 niggaz 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) |
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from D-12 - Devils Night (2001)
I'm an instigator
(Chorus) I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Take heed to the words I speak I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Till it hurts to breathe Fuck with me (Kuniva) I love getting shit started I instigate a peace talk into a beef talk Until police need chalk to chalk you up Have bitches walking up Smacking you in your face screaming that you talk too much Tell women you said you fucked 'em Tell the hardest nigga you said you snuck him Raid his pockets and stuck him Till they gather in front of your crib Guns and ??? clips Laughing when they shoot at you over the wrong shit I lock down your block with lies It's so believable You run and grab your shotguns, glocks, and nines Walking blind Incite fights until they erupt Instigate my own death cuz killing you ain't enough (Swifty) I don't give a fuck if we beefing or not I squeeze first I'ma heat up your spot I'm a nigga that breathe dirt On these streets everyday Snatching nigga's lle' How you bitches needing work? You can get it from McVeigh I'm despiteful I tie a hoe A maniacal vile animal Liable to leave you strapped with your Bible I'm psycho My bullets won't fly by you You wanna kill me? You got the right to Ain't gotta wait till night to snipe you If I don't like you You getting hit in broad day light with a white rifle In front of your window I'm looking right through I love when I see a nigga get stuck (Chorus) I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Take heed to the words I speak I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Till it hurts to breathe Fuck with me (Kon Artis) (I'm an instigator) Drama tends to follow me I know I probably owe all of my friends apologies Lie to every bitch just to get her to swallow me Get a labotomy? Nigga this runs to my artery Guns are a part of me I pack more than pottery I oughtta be jailed for depicted mockery Ain't gon' fight The blood on the niggas that shot at me I don't twist the truth I just make it gothic, see? I'm nothing but a liar With a big ass mouth, dick, and fists Big enough to knock your bitch ass out Got no reason to tell you the truth But to be honest with you I rap with him But I don't like Proof (Proof) Nigga fuck you Me and Swift got plans to jump you Type of nigga to shake your hand and stomp you (I'm an instigator) Convinced a tenth grader To run up inside his classroom And leave the kids sprayed up Bitch straight up This is the season for squeezing off triggers On niggas for no reason Either jump or quit running your mouth Pull a gun out Better use it till the bullets run out (Chorus) I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Take heed to the words I speak I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Till it hurts to breathe Fuck with me (Swifty) I throw a brick at your crib Having you standing on the porch screaming (Look what you did!!) I ain't feeling no remorse Nigga just pick up the kids Swift got first dibs On these cherry hot slugs That'll barbeque your ribs I'm preparing death beds Quick to bust lead While I'm staring at the feds Tearing off their legs Once you drop dead They'll be swearing it's a plague I'm sicker than a coke watch the ???????? with dreds You could shake if you move Ditch with no clue Don't put shit on your tape With your skits and interludes And once I finish you They wouldn't put it in the news I'm nuts so you hoes ain't got the guts to interview (Chorus) I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Take heed to the words I speak I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Till it hurts to breathe Fuck with me I'm an instigator |
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from D-12 - Devils Night Initial Run [UK Only Version] (2006)
I'm an instigator
(Chorus) I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Take heed to the words I speak I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Till it hurts to breathe Fuck with me (Kuniva) I love getting shit started I instigate a peace talk into a beef talk Until police need chalk to chalk you up Have bitches walking up Smacking you in your face screaming that you talk too much Tell women you said you fucked 'em Tell the hardest nigga you said you snuck him Raid his pockets and stuck him Till they gather in front of your crib Guns and ??? clips Laughing when they shoot at you over the wrong shit I lock down your block with lies It's so believable You run and grab your shotguns, glocks, and nines Walking blind Incite fights until they erupt Instigate my own death cuz killing you ain't enough (Swifty) I don't give a fuck if we beefing or not I squeeze first I'ma heat up your spot I'm a nigga that breathe dirt On these streets everyday Snatching nigga's lle' How you bitches needing work? You can get it from McVeigh I'm despiteful I tie a hoe A maniacal vile animal Liable to leave you strapped with your Bible I'm psycho My bullets won't fly by you You wanna kill me? You got the right to Ain't gotta wait till night to snipe you If I don't like you You getting hit in broad day light with a white rifle In front of your window I'm looking right through I love when I see a nigga get stuck (Chorus) I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Take heed to the words I speak I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Till it hurts to breathe Fuck with me (Kon Artis) (I'm an instigator) Drama tends to follow me I know I probably owe all of my friends apologies Lie to every bitch just to get her to swallow me Get a labotomy? Nigga this runs to my artery Guns are a part of me I pack more than pottery I oughtta be jailed for depicted mockery Ain't gon' fight The blood on the niggas that shot at me I don't twist the truth I just make it gothic, see? I'm nothing but a liar With a big ass mouth, dick, and fists Big enough to knock your bitch ass out Got no reason to tell you the truth But to be honest with you I rap with him But I don't like Proof (Proof) Nigga fuck you Me and Swift got plans to jump you Type of nigga to shake your hand and stomp you (I'm an instigator) Convinced a tenth grader To run up inside his classroom And leave the kids sprayed up Bitch straight up This is the season for squeezing off triggers On niggas for no reason Either jump or quit running your mouth Pull a gun out Better use it till the bullets run out (Chorus) I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Take heed to the words I speak I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Till it hurts to breathe Fuck with me (Swifty) I throw a brick at your crib Having you standing on the porch screaming (Look what you did!!) I ain't feeling no remorse Nigga just pick up the kids Swift got first dibs On these cherry hot slugs That'll barbeque your ribs I'm preparing death beds Quick to bust lead While I'm staring at the feds Tearing off their legs Once you drop dead They'll be swearing it's a plague I'm sicker than a coke watch the ???????? with dreds You could shake if you move Ditch with no clue Don't put shit on your tape With your skits and interludes And once I finish you They wouldn't put it in the news I'm nuts so you hoes ain't got the guts to interview (Chorus) I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Take heed to the words I speak I'm an instigator Nigga can't you see I'm an instigator Ain't nobody worse than me I'm an instigator I be the first to beef First to squeeze Till it hurts to breathe Fuck with me I'm an instigator |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
(Chorus - Bizarre's son?)
Daddy? I wanna be just like When I grow up. Yes I do I wanna be just like When I grow up. Yes I do I wanna be just like When I grow up. Yes I do I wanna be just like When I grow up. Yes I do (Verse one - Bizarre) 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 - Bizarre's son?) I wanna be just like When I grow up. Yes I do I wanna be just like When I grow up. Yes I do I wanna be just like When I grow up. Yes I do I wanna be just like When I grow up. Yes I do (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 - Bizarre's son?) I wanna be just like When I grow up. Yes I do I wanna be just like When I grow up. Yes I do I wanna be just like When I grow up. Yes I do I wanna be just like When I grow up. Yes I do I wanna be just like When I grow up. Yes I do When I grow up. Yes I do I wanna be just like When I grow up. Yes I do I wanna be just like When I grow up. Yes I do (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. |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
[Intro - Bizarre]
Yeah!!! Detroit mothafucka!!! DJ Green Lantern!!! D12!!! We ain't goin' nowhere!!! We still smokin' crack nigga!!! Haha!!! Let ‘em know!!! AH-HA!!! [Chorus - Eminem] Bitch keep talkin' Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin' We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin' Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin' Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin' (Yo!) COME ON!!! [Verse 1 - Kuniva] Yo the derelict is back I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last I even sold my therapist crack You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' 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 Ill 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 Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin' (Bitch keep talkin'!!!) Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney While you eatin' at Wendy's I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi Nice wit the hands Never bow down to another man I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands Smother your clan Sever your hands and your legs Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya 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 mothafucka That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller When it comes to beefin' It ain't no explainin' I'll change your language wit a stainless I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can You get squashed like pop cans I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it So when she fire it up she coughin' blood I love to see ‘em 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] Bitch keep talkin' Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin' We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin' Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin' Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin' (BITCH!) COME ON!!! [Verse 3 - Bizarre] I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it He probably 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 fuckin raw all summer Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother Psyche, I'm not bisexual I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball) And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!!! [Verse 4 - Proof] YEY-YEY Rest in peace Jam Master Jay Tupac And Notorious BIG I'm probably the best Guy in the flesh Blow ya heart out ya chest And ya chest out ya vest Leave ya 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 headin' for hell The ghetto rebels the wrong guy Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob 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 bakin' soda Ya hear me!?! [Outro - Eminem] Fuckin' crack heads And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons This ain't brains over Braun This is bullies over fuckin pussies Ha-ha come on bitch!!! [Chorus - Eminem] Bitch keep talkin' Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin' We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin' Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin' Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!!! |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
[Intro - Bizarre]
Yeah!!! Detroit mothafucka!!! DJ Green Lantern!!! D12!!! We ain't goin' nowhere!!! We still smokin' crack nigga!!! Haha!!! Let ‘em know!!! AH-HA!!! [Chorus - Eminem] Bitch keep talkin' Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin' We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin' Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin' Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin' (Yo!) COME ON!!! [Verse 1 - Kuniva] Yo the derelict is back I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last I even sold my therapist crack You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' 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 Ill 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 Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin' (Bitch keep talkin'!!!) Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney While you eatin' at Wendy's I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi Nice wit the hands Never bow down to another man I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands Smother your clan Sever your hands and your legs Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya 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 mothafucka That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller When it comes to beefin' It ain't no explainin' I'll change your language wit a stainless I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can You get squashed like pop cans I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it So when she fire it up she coughin' blood I love to see ‘em 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] Bitch keep talkin' Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin' We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin' Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin' Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin' (BITCH!) COME ON!!! [Verse 3 - Bizarre] I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it He probably 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 fuckin raw all summer Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother Psyche, I'm not bisexual I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball) And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!!! [Verse 4 - Proof] YEY-YEY Rest in peace Jam Master Jay Tupac And Notorious BIG I'm probably the best Guy in the flesh Blow ya heart out ya chest And ya chest out ya vest Leave ya 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 headin' for hell The ghetto rebels the wrong guy Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob 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 bakin' soda Ya hear me!?! [Outro - Eminem] Fuckin' crack heads And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons This ain't brains over Braun This is bullies over fuckin pussies Ha-ha come on bitch!!! [Chorus - Eminem] Bitch keep talkin' Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin' We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin' Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin' Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!!! |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
(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 |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
(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 |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
(Intro)
(Eminem) Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Mutha'Fucka's think they know us) G-g-g-g Guess whos back? D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie! Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, slash Aftermath! Fiftycent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo! Mutha'fucka!, Benzino!, They don't know we finna' blow! Someone betta' tell them so. . . (Swifty McVay) You don't me, McVay and I doubt if you understand me Why would I give a fuck about you if we ain't family? I roll with a chosen few, and those of you that's behind me Witness the most potest' ferocious niggas that rhyme These bitches turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did shit When you rappin' never mix bussiness up with your friendship If you lackin' up in this jungle, then what you breathe fo'? niggas don't love you, you got habits of breaking street codes Far as static, I automatically get medieval When I'm after people, then I'll explode you bitches with C-4 These hoe's, have no insurance, bodies get repo' Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat close Keepin' .44's where you're hoes are swallowing deep throat If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep, close niggas pupils that's what I do, I'm foolish will shoot you Cuz' I'm coo-coo, But I don't think niggas can take in heat tho' (Chorus x2) (Kon Artist) See I'm a man, and a man's gon' do what he gotta do And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew and crew was loyal to you (Bizarre) I don't give a fuck, I'm quick to blaze chronic Smoke on so much green, use twelves and super-sonic Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to 'Nuns and Wifes Now who the fuck want to fight? Ain't nobody fucking with me, Ain't nobody fucking with the D' They get beat like a M-P You heard about Bizarre taking all them drugs You heard about Proof wil'ing in the clubs You heard about that nine that Eminem packs You diss us, you get your fucking face cracked I'm from 7 Mile and stout, I'll shoot up you're house Next day, I'll pee in your mouth. . (Obie Trice) Aiyyo, loyalty's first, all the bullshit second I showed you on the record, Cheers to who respect it Most of these niggas neglect it Even though it's a known method From the hectic hood that you slept in You wanna' be an exception That's when the weapon is leaving you're half stepping With that 'caine in you're left hand Obie from a section that'll stain up you're flesh and Have you on bare breast Questionin' you're affection for streets D-Twizzie no question One of the best groups that done it And Obie is their reflection Lil' homey that know slowly that loyalty is reckin' D-Twizzie fo' life, Obie Trice is second. . (Chorus x2) (Proof) Which one of you niggas wanna' be ?boltion? bump heads When I got a passion for clappin'. . .with one hand Talent's on my roster this mobster's in dump land Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds Never leave the crib without packing my black burner On some T. Ali rapper to merk a have murder Incorporated, Hitman Harry is at you're service Reach for me one more gain' and thats closed For life as D12, no ice and spreewells Every night that I chill in, I fight by free-will Knowing I can be killed Leaving my group, pieces of proof with a reason to shoot And a license to kill We lost Bugz and I'll be damed if we loose another man from our clan Without forcing our hand Escorting your family, I'll torture you're granny For my niggas, I'm on your motherfucking porch with a 'Cammy (Chorus x2) (Kuniva + Kon Artis) Yo its funny how niggas get caught along (and get bombed on) Knocking teeth in back of your throat (and break your jaw bone) (I'm on ignorant shit) these niggas is bitch Pass me a cigarrete quick (shit is finna' get thick) Yo' man i'll get split (by a brutal and critical hit) With identical dent (or bullets with identical prints) I'm wishing you if (you come you're Lutenints a snitch) You teminant fick (and we know you ain't finna' do shit) I'll stick with my clique (The Kon Artist Bomb Artist) Kuniva The Rida' (Shooting through you're fucking Long John garmets) Dirty Dozen (We deep in the street) Unbelievable heat, we'll even lay you out in front of the chief of police Muthafucka' (Chorus x2) (Outro) (Kon Artist) Yeah! D-Twizzie D12, Dirty Dozen Nothing but family up in this muthafucka' Loyal to everything that we do You ain't neva' gonna' catch none of us slippin' by ourself 'Cuz we always together You know what I'm sayin'... Y'all niggas don't know what family means Bugz watching over our ass Thats why we still alive know Knocking yall niggas outta the clubs and shit Haha! Runyan Av. Baby! Shady Records! Where yo' mamma at nigga? |
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from The Longest Yard (롱기스트 야드) by Teddy Castellucci [ost] (2005)
[Pharoahe]
Ball, Ball, Ball Ball, Ball, Ball You'll never touch my.. [Chorus - Obie] Catch me if you can but you ain't man enough You're standin' tough But you know that no matter what You'll never get the chance to touch My ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball You'll never touch my ball [Swift] I see you ain't a playa, you ain't ballin' And I don't even care who the hell you call in In this game, it ain't no talkin' You can get it started, I nail the coffin And all I here is "get your man up off him" So why I gotta stop it, this nigga was talkin' And I ain't gotta prove you nothin' I do it and you ain't gotta push my buttons [Bizarre] This dude in front of me, he weighs a brick He's quick and I can't get Marshall hit So I played my position and don't make a move Been doin' this for years, my team can't lose And ain't nobody, ain't nobody hard 9 o'clock, I'm gonna punch me a guard Hut one, hut two, I'm ready Hike, give the ball to Nelly And nobody out there feels me Take this 'fore you have to kill me And any player in my way, I'm foldin' Damn it, call holton [Chorus] [Dr. Dooom] Football, Football, I love football Yes, tres, dos, uno Everybody cuddle...blah, I mean "huddle" I just stepped in a mud puddle, rebuttal! Freak, who just tapped on my ass cheek?? Nevermind, let's try quarterback sneak Cover me, smother me with love that's brotherly That didn't work, try another play Hut one, hut two, hut hut hurry up I'm reachin' up another grown man's butt Hike the ball, I mean I like Bizarre Run it back, wrong song, yeah disregard That whole statement I just made, what yard line we on? On 5 and our timeouts are gone Less than a minute left, I just throw my ball To the sideline to Von, he steps outta bounds 48 seconds left on the clock but every last one counts Call another huddle, we're down by six The plan is, to throw the ball to Swift But he's so god dang high, that he's trips Falls and slips, Proof grabs him by his fingertips And runs the ball all the way down to the one But he don't get in, but all we need is a put ??? But all we need is a touch down and an extra point to win But then I get sacked all the way back to the ten God dang it! I'ma slap somebody if I get tapped on the ass again! Everybody's laughin' now, no timeouts and its now fourth down We're never gonna make it, wait I just got an idea Quick, everybody get naked! Denaun go long! I'ma throw the bomb! c'mon! how they gonna tackle you with no pants on?! Butt out, haha! touchdown! yeah I told you It's the longest yard [Chorus] [Kuniva] The new face on the yard, just hand me the ball I'ma run through all of ya'll, ya'll just soft Even though my cleats is kickin' up mud It's more tragic for me, I'm stiff armin' punks High steppin' through the end zone I been grown, I'm so dirty you don't even know my skin tone It's time to rumble, no time to fumble And I won't stumble, your frontline will tumble Playin' ball with killas, my team's the realest Three time offenders, even drug dealers One of the best runnin' backs there never was Movin' like Barry Sanders, leavin' you in the dust [Proof] Yack is high, I got the highest yack Hit the ground so hard I leave tire tracks Bizarre snaps like a fire crack And my palm more stickier than spider back Eyin' my eye, a Mack truck tryin to sack us No matter how big they flyin' backwards Wide reciever, recievin' wide For every stride in my life, yo I breathe and die [Kon Artis] Defense is playin' a pass Then the quarterback peeps and screams (blue 43) That means that its time for me To run out the back like a bat straight outta hell My tracks burn turf when they excell I try to lateral pass the ball to Proof He got dropped and the ball came loose And shot up like a flare, I gave the ball a stare And use my lineman's shoulder as a chair Now I'm flyin' through the air like a superhero I can use this pose for a box of cereal I'm no joke punk, I get my dinerio For bein' the best player on my team what As soon as I hear the hut 1, 2, hut I do one run, run, the screen go run run Then I cut, spin around in the endzone (touchdown!) Then I do the ninety shuffle so [Chorus] [Kool Keith] Footballs I'm talkin' about footballs dude!! |
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from D-12 - D12 World (2004)
(Intro)
I don't know, dude ... I think everybody's all jealous and shit 'Cause, I'm like, the lead singer of a band, dude ... And I think everybody's got a fuckin' problem with me, dude ... And they need to take it up with me after the show Because... 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 Eminem: So I get off stage right, 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 fuckin' God, dude, you fuckin' rock Please won't you 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 A Capella's 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 Because 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 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, my band My band, my band My band, my band My band, my band My band, baby yeah! Swifty: Alright, ok, alright man, give me that mic man, ok, daw...gi...come on.. Eminem: Dude! Swifty: Give me this mic! Eminem: Ah, dude? Swifty: You just wanna see a nigga backwards, don't you? Hey dad how come we don't rap off Pro Tools? Smash these vocals and do a performance But we in the van and he in a tour bus You don't want my autograph, yous a liar And no, I'm Swift ("Oh, I thought you was Kuniva") What the hell is wrong with that dressing room? Cause our shit is lookin' smaller than a decimal See I know how to rap, (uh-huh) it's simple but, All I did was read a Russell Simmons book So I'm more intact, tryna get on the map Doin' jumpin' jacks while get whipped on my back Kuniva and Kon Artis: Kuniva: Look at Em, little punk ass, thinkin' he the shit Kon: Yeah, I know, man, by himself takin' on a flick Kuniva: Hey, I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue Eminem: No I had an interview, not you two Kuniva: You gonna be late for sound check Kon: Man I ain't goin' to sound check Kuniva: Man our mics are screwed up Kon: And his always sound best.. You know what man I'ma say somethin' Kuniva: Hey yo, Em Eminem: You got somethin' to say Kon: Man, nothin' Kuniva: I thought you 'bout to tell him off, man, what's up Kon: Man I'ma tell him when I feel like it man shut up. And you ain't even back me up when we supposed to be crew Kuniva: Man, I was 'bout to talk right after you, I swear Kon: Man, whatever Kuniva: I swear man 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 Proof: They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not Went from sold out arenas to amusement parks How I'm gon' let the world know that Proof is hot I should cut his mic off when the music starts (Eminem: Hey yo, what'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 actin' funny every area code (Eminem: 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?!") Bizarre: God dammit, 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 Artis, 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 some questions Like "Who is 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 sit-ups to get buff Did two and a half and couldn't get up (Uhh!) Fuck D12, I'm outta this band I'm 'bout start a group with the real Roxanne Eminem: Girl why can't 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 Man, fuck this These chicks don't even know the name of my band (ha ha) But they all on me like they wanna hold hands (Fuck Marshall) Cause once I blow I know that I'll be the man (yeah) All because I'm the lead singer...... My Band My Band (The Band) My Band (Our Band) My Band (The Band) My Band (You Man) My Band (You Man) My Band (Roxanne) My Band (Shantan) My Band (Lets do it) The hottest boy band in the world....D12! Eminem: 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 (wooo ohhh), look out for my next single, it's called "My Salsa" My salsa, salsa, salsa, 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? |
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from D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)
(Intro)
I don't know, dude ... I think everybody's all jealous and shit 'Cause, I'm like, the lead singer of a band, dude ... And I think everybody's got a fuckin' problem with me, dude ... And they need to take it up with me after the show Because... 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 Eminem: So I get off stage right, 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 fuckin' God, dude, you fuckin' rock Please won't you 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 A Capella's 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 Because 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 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, my band My band, my band My band, my band My band, my band My band, baby yeah! Swifty: Alright, ok, alright man, give me that mic man, ok, daw...gi...come on.. Eminem: Dude! Swifty: Give me this mic! Eminem: Ah, dude? Swifty: You just wanna see a nigga backwards, don't you? Hey dad how come we don't rap off Pro Tools? Smash these vocals and do a performance But we in the van and he in a tour bus You don't want my autograph, yous a liar And no, I'm Swift ("Oh, I thought you was Kuniva") What the hell is wrong with that dressing room? Cause our shit is lookin' smaller than a decimal See I know how to rap, (uh-huh) it's simple but, All I did was read a Russell Simmons book So I'm more intact, tryna get on the map Doin' jumpin' jacks while get whipped on my back Kuniva and Kon Artis: Kuniva: Look at Em, little punk ass, thinkin' he the shit Kon: Yeah, I know, man, by himself takin' on a flick Kuniva: Hey, I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue Eminem: No I had an interview, not you two Kuniva: You gonna be late for sound check Kon: Man I ain't goin' to sound check Kuniva: Man our mics are screwed up Kon: And his always sound best.. You know what man I'ma say somethin' Kuniva: Hey yo, Em Eminem: You got somethin' to say Kon: Man, nothin' Kuniva: I thought you 'bout to tell him off, man, what's up Kon: Man I'ma tell him when I feel like it man shut up. And you ain't even back me up when we supposed to be crew Kuniva: Man, I was 'bout to talk right after you, I swear Kon: Man, whatever Kuniva: I swear man 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 Proof: They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not Went from sold out arenas to amusement parks How I'm gon' let the world know that Proof is hot I should cut his mic off when the music starts (Eminem: Hey yo, what'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 actin' funny every area code (Eminem: 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?!") Bizarre: God dammit, 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 Artis, 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 some questions Like "Who is 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 sit-ups to get buff Did two and a half and couldn't get up (Uhh!) Fuck D12, I'm outta this band I'm 'bout start a group with the real Roxanne Eminem: Girl why can't 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 Man, fuck this These chicks don't even know the name of my band (ha ha) But they all on me like they wanna hold hands (Fuck Marshall) Cause once I blow I know that I'll be the man (yeah) All because I'm the lead singer...... My Band My Band (The Band) My Band (Our Band) My Band (The Band) My Band (You Man) My Band (You Man) My Band (Roxanne) My Band (Shantan) My Band (Lets do it) The hottest boy band in the world....D12! Eminem: 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 (wooo ohhh), look out for my next single, it's called "My Salsa" My salsa, salsa, salsa, 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? |
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from D-12 - My Band [single] (2006)
(Intro)
I don't know, dude ... I think everybody's all jealous and shit 'Cause, I'm like, the lead singer of a band, dude ... And I think everybody's got a fuckin' problem with me, dude ... And they need to take it up with me after the show Because... 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 Eminem: So I get off stage right, 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 fuckin' God, dude, you fuckin' rock Please won't you 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 A Capella's 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 Because 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 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, my band My band, my band My band, my band My band, my band My band, baby yeah! Swifty: Alright, ok, alright man, give me that mic man, ok, daw...gi...come on.. Eminem: Dude! Swifty: Give me this mic! Eminem: Ah, dude? Swifty: You just wanna see a nigga backwards, don't you? Hey dad how come we don't rap off Pro Tools? Smash these vocals and do a performance But we in the van and he in a tour bus You don't want my autograph, yous a liar And no, I'm Swift ("Oh, I thought you was Kuniva") What the hell is wrong with that dressing room? Cause our shit is lookin' smaller than a decimal See I know how to rap, (uh-huh) it's simple but, All I did was read a Russell Simmons book So I'm more intact, tryna get on the map Doin' jumpin' jacks while get whipped on my back Kuniva and Kon Artis: Kuniva: Look at Em, little punk ass, thinkin' he the shit Kon: Yeah, I know, man, by himself takin' on a flick Kuniva: Hey, I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue Eminem: No I had an interview, not you two Kuniva: You gonna be late for sound check Kon: Man I ain't goin' to sound check Kuniva: Man our mics are screwed up Kon: And his always sound best.. You know what man I'ma say somethin' Kuniva: Hey yo, Em Eminem: You got somethin' to say Kon: Man, nothin' Kuniva: I thought you 'bout to tell him off, man, what's up Kon: Man I'ma tell him when I feel like it man shut up. And you ain't even back me up when we supposed to be crew Kuniva: Man, I was 'bout to talk right after you, I swear Kon: Man, whatever Kuniva: I swear man 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 Proof: They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not Went from sold out arenas to amusement parks How I'm gon' let the world know that Proof is hot I should cut his mic off when the music starts (Eminem: Hey yo, what'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 actin' funny every area code (Eminem: 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?!") Bizarre: God dammit, 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 Artis, 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 some questions Like "Who is 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 sit-ups to get buff Did two and a half and couldn't get up (Uhh!) Fuck D12, I'm outta this band I'm 'bout start a group with the real Roxanne Eminem: Girl why can't 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 Man, fuck this These chicks don't even know the name of my band (ha ha) But they all on me like they wanna hold hands (Fuck Marshall) Cause once I blow I know that I'll be the man (yeah) All because I'm the lead singer...... My Band My Band (The Band) My Band (Our Band) My Band (The Band) My Band (You Man) My Band (You Man) My Band (Roxanne) My Band (Shantan) My Band (Lets do it) The hottest boy band in the world....D12! Eminem: 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 (wooo ohhh), look out for my next single, it's called "My Salsa" My salsa, salsa, salsa, 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? |
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from D-12 - My Band [single] (2006)
(Intro)
I don't know, dude ... I think everybody's all jealous and shit 'Cause, I'm like, the lead singer of a band, dude ... And I think everybody's got a fuckin' problem with me, dude ... And they need to take it up with me after the show Because... 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 Eminem: So I get off stage right, 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 fuckin' God, dude, you fuckin' rock Please won't you 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 A Capella's 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 Because 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 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, my band My band, my band My band, my band My band, my band My band, baby yeah! Swifty: Alright, ok, alright man, give me that mic man, ok, daw...gi...come on.. Eminem: Dude! Swifty: Give me this mic! Eminem: Ah, dude? Swifty: You just wanna see a nigga backwards, don't you? Hey dad how come we don't rap off Pro Tools? Smash these vocals and do a performance But we in the van and he in a tour bus You don't want my autograph, yous a liar And no, I'm Swift ("Oh, I thought you was Kuniva") What the hell is wrong with that dressing room? Cause our shit is lookin' smaller than a decimal See I know how to rap, (uh-huh) it's simple but, All I did was read a Russell Simmons book So I'm more intact, tryna get on the map Doin' jumpin' jacks while get whipped on my back Kuniva and Kon Artis: Kuniva: Look at Em, little punk ass, thinkin' he the shit Kon: Yeah, I know, man, by himself takin' on a flick Kuniva: Hey, I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue Eminem: No I had an interview, not you two Kuniva: You gonna be late for sound check Kon: Man I ain't goin' to sound check Kuniva: Man our mics are screwed up Kon: And his always sound best.. You know what man I'ma say somethin' Kuniva: Hey yo, Em Eminem: You got somethin' to say Kon: Man, nothin' Kuniva: I thought you 'bout to tell him off, man, what's up Kon: Man I'ma tell him when I feel like it man shut up. And you ain't even back me up when we supposed to be crew Kuniva: Man, I was 'bout to talk right after you, I swear Kon: Man, whatever Kuniva: I swear man 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 Proof: They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not Went from sold out arenas to amusement parks How I'm gon' let the world know that Proof is hot I should cut his mic off when the music starts (Eminem: Hey yo, what'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 actin' funny every area code (Eminem: 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?!") Bizarre: God dammit, 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 Artis, 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 some questions Like "Who is 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 sit-ups to get buff Did two and a half and couldn't get up (Uhh!) Fuck D12, I'm outta this band I'm 'bout start a group with the real Roxanne Eminem: Girl why can't 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 Man, fuck this These chicks don't even know the name of my band (ha ha) But they all on me like they wanna hold hands (Fuck Marshall) Cause once I blow I know that I'll be the man (yeah) All because I'm the lead singer...... My Band My Band (The Band) My Band (Our Band) My Band (The Band) My Band (You Man) My Band (You Man) My Band (Roxanne) My Band (Shantan) My Band (Lets do it) The hottest boy band in the world....D12! Eminem: 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 (wooo ohhh), look out for my next single, it's called "My Salsa" My salsa, salsa, salsa, 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? |
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from D-12 - Devils Night (2001)
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You want me to do what? What are those? You want me to Stick those in what? * (Bizarre:) What is on your nasty mind? (Nasty mind, nasty mind) Don't you wanna get F***ed from behind? (From behind, from behind) They treat me like a dirty slave (Dirty slave, dirty slave) And beat me like I won't behave I just wanna get freaky baby (Swift:) I'm to Swift on my toes To get caught up With you h*es You don't know me (Uh huh) See I ain't gotta front to Play the role (for real) I'm a Know-G I know when you're being phony See you're probably Boning them officers Just to pull up on me (Sl*t) That's why sixty percent Of women is lonely (Uh huh) They getting my mix only They trying to creep slowly Because they nosy I ain't listen to what My momma told me I f*** 'em and pas* 'em To my homies (right) Then he f*** 'em and Pas* 'em to the homies (Take her) I'm a nasty as* macaroni You flashing fast money You can pas* the Roley F*** a alimony (b****) If you want me And ain't out screaming About your monthly I'll be sticking your pretty as* Until you turn ugly (damn) You suddenly see stars When f***ing me Ain't no m?age It's I-want-'em-in-threes Release your garments (trick) It ain't even me to hold back I'll f*** your moms quick Have her running around This b**** screaming "That's my d*ck" (Kuniva:) Yo, I know I'm dogmatic But your pussy walls Have had it (that's right) It's evident that you been F***ing like a jackrabbit But I stay focussed (b****) So I acted like I didn't notice And f***ed her With no baby lotion And bust in the soap dish H*e you can quote this Your breath is smelling like You done sucked a Senior citizen's old d*ck Go spit (damn) You gon' get chocked quick Talking all that h*e sh*t All agressive asking For a slow kiss No b**** (Get the f*** outta here) You like freaking See you every night creeping Sucking off the nice deacons Sl*t you made His wife leave him (c*nt) So keep slurping I'll be down to the fullest But forget it b**** Your nipples look Like AK bullets (I'm out) * Repeat (Kon Artis:) Yo, I'm tearing down Whatever you built Your marriage is through 'Cause I answered Your wife's door naked Wrapped in a quilt H*es say, "Kon Artis got a d*ck so big" Man, I could persuade any b**** To have eight of my kids Sh*t, b**** I should be locked up For having honies' legs cocked up In the back of my pop's truck I'm not f***ed up I just got a fetish for shooting Cum in coochie Till the pussy is booting it back out I 69'd this one b**** and She bled in my mouth (Sh*t) Kicked her out Cleaned the couch out And beat up my crouch I don't gotta creep in motels I cheat at my house See I'm a dog I don't need to keep A secret hide out (naw) (Bizarre:) All night I been snorting Your age and where you're from Is just not important (naw) You look like one Of my mistresses On welfare, ten kids like The rest of my b****es Dreams of f***ing A handicapped b**** Suck my d*ck while Your teeth start to grit (Whore) Inner slave, that's how I want you to treat me I ain't into S&M But I love when you beat me I told you I was a horny as* freak While I'm beating my meat Your daughter acting Like she asleep (ya right) My love is like thunder and lightning After it's over I'm looking like I got my as* kicked by Tyson * Repeat I just wanna get freaky baby |
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from D-12 - Devils Night Initial Run [UK Only Version] (2006)
Stop
You want me to do what? What are those? You want me to stick those in your what? (Chorus: Bizarre) What is on your nasty mind? (Nasty mind, nasty mind) Don't you wanna get some from behind? (From behind, from behind) Then treat me like a dirty slave (Dirty slave, dirty slave) And beat me like I won't behave I just wanna get freaky baby (Swift) I'm too Swift on my toes To get caught up with you hoes You don't know me (uh huh) See I ain't gotta front or play the role (for real) I'm an O.G. I know when you're being phony See you're probably boning them officers Just to pull up on me (slut) That's why sixty percent of women that's lonely (uh huh) They getting my mix only They trying to creep slowly because they nosy I ain't listen to what my momma told me I fuck 'em and pass 'em to my homies (right) Then he fuck 'em and pass 'em to the homies (take her) I'm a nasty ass macaroni You flashing fast money You can pass the Roley Fuck a alimony (bitch) If you want me And ain't out screaming about your monthly I'll be sticking your pretty ass until you turn ugly (damn) You suddenly see stars when fucking me Ain't no menages I-want-'em-in-threes Release your garments (trick) It ain't even me to hold back I'll fuck your mom quick Have her running around this bitch screaming "That's my dick!!" (Kuniva) Yo, I know I'm dogmatic But your pussy walls have had it (that's right) It's evident that you been fucking like a jackrabbit But I stayed focused (bitch) So I acted like I didn't notice And fucked her with no baby lotion And bust in the soap dish Hoe, you can quote this Your breath is smelling like You done sucked a senior citizen's old dick Go spit (damn) You gon' get choked quick Talking all that hoe shit All agressive asking for a slow kiss No bitch (get the fuck outta here) You like freaking See you every night creeping Sucking off the nice deacon Slut you made his wife leave him (cunt) So keep slurping I'll be down to the fullest But forget it bitch Your nipples look like AK bullets (I'm out) Chorus (Kon Artis) Yo, I'm tearing down whatever you built Your marriage is through Cuz I answered your wife's door naked Wrapped in a quilt Hoes say, "Kon Artis got a dick so big" Man, I could persuade any bitch To have eight of my kids Shit, bitch I should be locked up For having honies' legs cocked up In the back of my pop's truck I'm not fucked up I just got a fetish for shooting Cumm in coochie Till the pussy is pooting it back out I 69'd this one bitch and she bled in my mouth (shit) Kicked her out Cleaned the couch out And beat up my clout I don't gotta creep in motels I cheat at my house See I'm a dog I don't need to keep a secret hide out (naw) (Bizarre) All night I been snorting Your age and where you're from It's just not important (naw) You look like one of my mistresses On welfare, ten kids like the rest of my bitches Dreams of fucking a handicapped bitch Suck my dick while your teeth start to grit (whore) Inner slave, that's how I want you to treat me I ain't into S&M But I love when you beat me I told you I was a horny ass freak While I'm beating my meat Your daughter acting like she asleep (ya right) Our love is like thunder and lightning After it's over I'm looking like I got my ass kicked by Tyson Chorus I just wanna get freaky baby (repeat) |
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from D-12 - Devils Night (2001)
[DJ Seven Deuce]
Yeah, this is DJ Seven Deuce of the Motown sounds on W-Down, ha ha Give a big shout out to Runyan Ave and them Detroit players, you know what I mean? And we're gonna go to the phone lines right now Caller... [Jeff Bass] Caller my ass! You know who this is Look, I'm mad as hell First you got Eminem, this nigga say he gon' get me on his album No show I didn't get on it Then he signed these niggas D-12, these little punk ass niggas Then all of a sudden I heard he signed a new mothafucka named [Obie Trice] Obie Trice, first I took the underground over The "Well Known Asshole" brought y'all horror Then the industry saw interest in me Now I'm Shady Records like Marshall Mathers LP Mr. Trice, the name has occured in your conversation, but the face is a blur And if you never spoke my name, nigga you heard God word, from that mega bitch that stay bootleggin' Underground since the Fu-Schnickens Or underground since Chi-Ali was fuckin' with them stupid bitches Different species Shittin' on you, punk muthafuckas with a Dirty Dozen type or feces |
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from D-12 - Devils Night Initial Run [UK Only Version] (2006)
Caller my ass! You know who this is
Look I'm mad as hell First you got Eminem, this nigga say he gon' get me on his album No show I didn't get on it Then he signed these niggaz D-12, these lil' punk ass niggaz Then all of a sudden I heard he signed a new motherfucker named (Obie Trice) Obie Trice, first I took the underground over The well-known asshole brought y'all whore Then the industry start interestin me Now I'm Shady Records like Marshall Mathers LP Mr. Trice, the name has occured in your conversation, but the face is a blur Or underground since Chi-Ali was fuckin with them stupid bitches Different species (AHHH!) Shittin on you punk motherfuckers with a Dirty Dozen type of feces |
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from Eminem - Encore (2004)
[Intro]
I told ya′ll mothafuckas I was comin back What now nigga what now what You′s the projects nigga [Chorus- Eminem] One shot two shot three shot four shot All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops Bodies drop hit the floor music′s off Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone′s lickin shots off [Verse 1- Bizarre] You bitches is gone I′m dropped in the club And I′m tryna run and get my mothafuckin gun (nigga what about your wife) nigga fuck my wife I′m tryna run and save my mothafuckin life Oh shit the shoot is comin Bitches, hoes niggas is runnin People shot all over the floor And I′m tryna make it to the ?? door Thats the sound of the glock Even DJ ?? fucked around and go shot I done messed around and forgot my tec I don′t see no body but Fab Five and Hex [Verse 2- Kuniva] (Kuniva you aight) These niggas is trippin (Where′s Bizarre at?) I′m tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at Bitches screamin everywhere and niggas is wilin Two minutes ago we was all jokin and smilin This chick is clingin onto me sobbin and sighin Sayin she didn′t mean to diss me earlier and she cryin But its real and cats is gettin killed So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield And she got hit now she yellin (Don′t leave me!) I told her I′d be right back and the dumb bitch would leave me I squeezed through the back door and made my escape I ran and got my 38 I hope its not to late [Chorus- Eminem] One shot two shot three shot four shot All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops Bodies drop hit the floor music′s off Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone′s lickin shots off [Verse 3- Swifty] (nigga I been tryna call you all day mothafucka where you at?) I′m on seven mile what the fuck was that Damn somebody hit me from the back (With they car?) With a gat nigga and my tire is flat And I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes (Is you hit?) Iono but I can tell you what they drove It was a black Mitzubeashe (sp?) wit (Shit thats the clique we beefin wit I swear) Man and I was on my way there Believe me I′m leavin a carcus today I′ma park my car and walk the rest of the way I′m in the mood to strut, my AK ain′t even tuck I′ma meet you at the club we gon′ fuck these hoes up [Chorus- Eminem] One shot two shot three shot four shot All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops Bodies drop hit the floor music′s off Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone′s lickin shots off [Verse 4- Eminem] I never seen no shit like this is my life before People will still camp out from the night before Sleepin outside the door waitin in line Still tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform The fire marshalls no, the venue′s too small People are wall to wall three thousand and some odd vans And some come walk from out the parkin lot Get into an argument over a parkin spot He′s about to pull his gun out and let′s a few of ′em off Missed who he′s aimin for six feet away′s the door In St. Andrew′s hall not a stray slidin all over the place Sprays one bitch in the face another one of ′em came through the wall Before anyone could even hear the first shot go off I′m posted up by the bar havin a Mozeltoff Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near shot it off Thank god I′m alive I gotta find Denaun And where the fuck is Von he usually tucks one on him Wait a minute I think I just saw Bizarre Nah I guess not, what the fuck oh my god it was I never saw him run so fast in my life Look at him haulin ass I think he left his wife There she is on the ground bein trampled I go to grab her up by the damn hand and I can′t pull her God damn there just went another damn bullet I′m hit My vest is barely able to handle it, its to thin If I get hit again I can′t do it, I scoop deep Follow Bizarre′s path and ran through it And made it to the front door and collapsed on the steps Looked up and I seen Swift shootin it out But I can′t see who he′s shootin it out with But Denaun′s right behind him squeezin his four fifth [Chorus- Eminem] One shot two shot three shot four shot All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops Bodies drop hit the floor music′s off Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone′s lickin shots off [Verse 5- Kon Artis] It′s Friday night came to this bitch right Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to my right I ain′t come in this bitch to party I came in this bitch to fight Although I can′t stay here to fight cuz I′m poppin niggas tonight Thats right bitches I′m drunk with revenge Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna check when I get in Swift told me to meet him here so its clear that this fucka Shoot out the back of his truck goes up in this mothafucka So one shot for the money two′s to stop the show Third′s for the bartender there′s plenty of shots to go (I just wanna know who′s drivin a black Mitsubishi) He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece [Chorus- Eminem] One shot two shot three shot four shot All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops Bodies drop hit the floor music′s off Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone′s lickin shots off |
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from D-12 - Devils Night (2001)
G-shit
What up? I gotta tell you motherfuckers the truth This is straight G-shit And all you can do is respect it (Swifty) Well I'm a state my name Swift McVeigh None of y'all niggas got shit to say Rhymes keep coming off like a toupee Plus I'm big headed running things my way A selfish man The back of the hand We slapping the hell outta hoes because I can Prostitute I want my loot And I don't give a fuck about your broke ass man and Y'all giving niggas what they need and Till bitches understand the meaning Swift McVeigh is blowing up Courvoisier till I'm throwing up Wanna player hate me bitch so what? What's your function? Where's your bucks? All you wanna do is wanna stick 'em up You wanna rob me but I got too much D12 naturally lifted You niggas better duck when I cock the biscuit You fuck with me I fuck with you Your entourage, nigga, fuck them too I got grenades What the hell you little 22 gon' do? (Y'all ain't gon' shoot) Your majors' soft Cops get mad cuz I paid 'em off (what) Made 'em cough (ya) Blood and shit (ha) That's what the hell y'all motherfuckers get We runs this bitch So, hey, you ain't gotta be scared to fuck (f'real) If he want head then prepare to suck (do it) Even if the nigga don't care to nutt For every stroke it's a hundred bucks Respect the game You just a slut So open your legs up and get my duck (bitch) (Chorus: Eminem (Dina Rae)) You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch Got get my (dough) Go bring me my (dough) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp (I work for you baby) You my bitch (Proof) I do spit game No longer than my name There where my chain hang My nuts do the same Don't pay pussy Pussy pay me Bitch, slut, hoe, my lady And knowing the fact I was born to mac That's why I got a hoe in the back Blowing my sack Got good game It's a hood thang Got a huge brain Loot of pootang But I'm all bank Run that cheese Tell that trick nigga (come back please) I'm a L-7 that's a square You my bottom hoe You gotta know Off to a plan to make a lot of dough So suck fast bitch and swallow slow Bitch quit talking back Now walk the track (Kon Artis) I don't pay for ass You pump my gas You get slapped for a short of cash I get whip lashed when I hit the gas And holler out the window with a hash Where's my scratch? Bitch, that's it Suck it, stroke it, make me rich Cuz a token of my appreciation it's Another client for you to hit I don't give a fuck if you gotta go home to the kids You shoulda picked another occupation trick You stuck with me Fuck with me and I'm a smack you up in this truck You must have lost your mind or something Crying and whining like you dying and suffering Go suck some head for an extra buck(or something) You know what You made nothing I'm just another case of a lazy husband (Kuniva) I want the paper stacked Buy you an outfit it Then take it back When you page me bitch I never page you back You only act a certain way that I make you act Hoes recognize and niggas do too Cuz they realize that niggas who shoot Don't like a chick that act too cute Bitch hold my gat down when I shoot hoops And don't be asking me all kind of questions All harrassing me calling stressin Or I may have to release some aggression And beat you to death and Teach you a lesson Looking for handouts Like you my damn spouse Pull your pants down And fuck my mans now Shut your damn mouth Or get in the damn house Open the damn blouse And suck on my damn crouch (Chorus: Eminem (Dina Rae)) You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch Bring me my (dough) Got get me my (dough) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp (I work for you baby) You my bitch (Bizarre) Love the pussy Sell that pussy bitch Get out there and switch and go make Bizarre rich You gotta itch You fucking dirty bitch Now get on the corner and start sucking some dick Niggas want pussy And I need cash So mom get out there and start selling your dirty ass Bizarre quick to hit 'em Then stick 'em Fuck it I'll let you hear one of my victims (Somebody help, I'm on Seven Mile and Muriel) Shut up bitch you talk too much And about to get fucked in your dirty butt Never seen a pimp like me out here whoring Shut your fucking mouth and you'll be out by the morning Cuz I'm the dirtiest pimp you ever heard of Give me my 5000 and take this cheeseburger (bitch) Go suck dick at a bachelor party So what if you on your period(I want my fucking money) Blood never hurt nobody (Chorus: Eminem (Dina Rae)) You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch Give me my (dough) Go bring me my (dough) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp (cuz I work for you baby) You my bitch That's all you is You just a dirty ass bitch Dirty ass, nasty ass, skanky ass, filthy ass, stanky ass bitch But I love you Kim (Outro: Kuniva as Rondell Beene) And there you have it goddammit The fundamentals of pimping You heard it here first From the dirtiest dozen you've ever seen in your goddamn life Well this is Rondell Beene on the scene And we keep the pussy hole smiling Because we always wilding You know what I'm saying? Fuck what everybody else be talking 'bout We letting you know right here That pimping it ain't dead We love getting head In dirty ass bed That's just what we do You know we were throwing hip heroin parties back in 1968 The pussy is all great I see you at eight, bitch! |
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from D-12 - Devils Night Initial Run [UK Only Version] (2006)
G-shit
What up? I gotta tell you motherfuckers the truth This is straight G-shit And all you can do is respect it (Swifty) Well I'm a state my name Swift McVeigh None of y'all niggas got shit to say Rhymes keep coming off like a toupee Plus I'm big headed running things my way A selfish man The back of the hand We slapping the hell outta hoes because I can Prostitute I want my loot And I don't give a fuck about your broke ass man and Y'all giving niggas what they need and Till bitches understand the meaning Swift McVeigh is blowing up Courvoisier till I'm throwing up Wanna player hate me bitch so what? What's your function? Where's your bucks? All you wanna do is wanna stick 'em up You wanna rob me but I got too much D12 naturally lifted You niggas better duck when I cock the biscuit You fuck with me I fuck with you Your entourage, nigga, fuck them too I got grenades What the hell you little 22 gon' do? (Y'all ain't gon' shoot) Your majors' soft Cops get mad cuz I paid 'em off (what) Made 'em cough (ya) Blood and shit (ha) That's what the hell y'all motherfuckers get We runs this bitch So, hey, you ain't gotta be scared to fuck (f'real) If he want head then prepare to suck (do it) Even if the nigga don't care to nutt For every stroke it's a hundred bucks Respect the game You just a slut So open your legs up and get my duck (bitch) (Chorus: Eminem (Dina Rae)) You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch Got get my (dough) Go bring me my (dough) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp (I work for you baby) You my bitch (Proof) I do spit game No longer than my name There where my chain hang My nuts do the same Don't pay pussy Pussy pay me Bitch, slut, hoe, my lady And knowing the fact I was born to mac That's why I got a hoe in the back Blowing my sack Got good game It's a hood thang Got a huge brain Loot of pootang But I'm all bank Run that cheese Tell that trick nigga (come back please) I'm a L-7 that's a square You my bottom hoe You gotta know Off to a plan to make a lot of dough So suck fast bitch and swallow slow Bitch quit talking back Now walk the track (Kon Artis) I don't pay for ass You pump my gas You get slapped for a short of cash I get whip lashed when I hit the gas And holler out the window with a hash Where's my scratch? Bitch, that's it Suck it, stroke it, make me rich Cuz a token of my appreciation it's Another client for you to hit I don't give a fuck if you gotta go home to the kids You shoulda picked another occupation trick You stuck with me Fuck with me and I'm a smack you up in this truck You must have lost your mind or something Crying and whining like you dying and suffering Go suck some head for an extra buck(or something) You know what You made nothing I'm just another case of a lazy husband (Kuniva) I want the paper stacked Buy you an outfit it Then take it back When you page me bitch I never page you back You only act a certain way that I make you act Hoes recognize and niggas do too Cuz they realize that niggas who shoot Don't like a chick that act too cute Bitch hold my gat down when I shoot hoops And don't be asking me all kind of questions All harrassing me calling stressin Or I may have to release some aggression And beat you to death and Teach you a lesson Looking for handouts Like you my damn spouse Pull your pants down And fuck my mans now Shut your damn mouth Or get in the damn house Open the damn blouse And suck on my damn crouch (Chorus: Eminem (Dina Rae)) You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch Bring me my (dough) Got get me my (dough) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp (I work for you baby) You my bitch (Bizarre) Love the pussy Sell that pussy bitch Get out there and switch and go make Bizarre rich You gotta itch You fucking dirty bitch Now get on the corner and start sucking some dick Niggas want pussy And I need cash So mom get out there and start selling your dirty ass Bizarre quick to hit 'em Then stick 'em Fuck it I'll let you hear one of my victims (Somebody help, I'm on Seven Mile and Muriel) Shut up bitch you talk too much And about to get fucked in your dirty butt Never seen a pimp like me out here whoring Shut your fucking mouth and you'll be out by the morning Cuz I'm the dirtiest pimp you ever heard of Give me my 5000 and take this cheeseburger (bitch) Go suck dick at a bachelor party So what if you on your period(I want my fucking money) Blood never hurt nobody (Chorus: Eminem (Dina Rae)) You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch You just a (hoe) You just my (hoe) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp You my bitch Give me my (dough) Go bring me my (dough) Dirty ass (hoe) I'm your pimp (cuz I work for you baby) You my bitch That's all you is You just a dirty ass bitch Dirty ass, nasty ass, skanky ass, filthy ass, stanky ass bitch But I love you Kim (Outro: Kuniva as Rondell Beene) And there you have it goddammit The fundamentals of pimping You heard it here first From the dirtiest dozen you've ever seen in your goddamn life Well this is Rondell Beene on the scene And we keep the pussy hole smiling Because we always wilding You know what I'm saying? Fuck what everybody else be talking 'bout We letting you know right here That pimping it ain't dead We love getting head In dirty ass bed That's just what we do You know we were throwing hip heroin parties back in 1968 The pussy is all great I see you at eight, bitch! |
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from D-12 - Devils Night (2001)
(Bizarre)Yeah, welcome to Amityville
(Swifty)Detroit Nigga (Bizarre)The reason why rappers gotta pack Pistols (Swifty)Why is that? *Laughing* (Chorus: Eminem) (Can't go nowhere without my gun) Slick criminal with this shit I spit chews (I walk the streets I got my gun) Like a bullet came back that just missed then hit you (I'm goin to sleep I got my gun) I say the type of shit parents slit they wrist to (Can't go nowhere without my gun) need an anthem to amp you then this the shit to (Can't go nowhere without my gun) To many enemies on my list to sift through (I walk the streets I got my gun) Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool (I'm goin to sleep I got my gun) Sorry officer I don't care how pissed I get you (Don't go nowhere without my gun But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol (Swifty) Nigga we violently active So fuck with us See I'm backwards I slap niggaz and punch bitches Just for askin They must have been wanting to meet the lord When my parents talked to me they got mean mugged and ignored They was snoopin trough my closet Seein drugs on the floor Shells from the forty four scattered over they porch Bussin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you Tryin to break your neck to conversate Bitch, I l do it for you Catch me laughin at your funeral when they lower you You and your hoe You got's to go Bitches died slow and horrible There's no tomorrow fo any nigga We'll shower you We young strapped and powerful And I ain't gotta lie to you (Proof) Stepped in the door wavin the fo fo Blazin at popo escapin and lay low they call my tongue yayo But I spit fire I lit five inside a fuckin dickrider The clip slider Love to blast the mag You a fag You love bein ass to ass Grab a gun by the nose with the but the gat spank ya Never say that I'm a gangsta ((Swifty): Now that's gangsta) Y'all niggaz sound like Jigga but act like Pac Yo my trigga got the flu and this gat might cough It ain't nuttin to tell Empty shells for the witness I'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell out of business It won't be the same since we touchin the game Make the hardest nigga in your crew Tuck in this chain Y'all think this shit's a game and I bluffin for fame I squeeze of this tech until nothing remains Chorus (Kuniva) he only time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to one Cuz I don't know what's waitin for me when my vocals are done Toke the gun It's my way of life and it works These cowardly niggaz'll put your fuckin life in the dirt Cause it was wrong how they left my dawg he was priceless Alone in the streets bleedin starin layin lifeless That's why I'm heated You never know who start creepin Wakin you up with AK's while you lie sleepin I'd rather pack the heat and not need it Rather then need one and not have it I married this glockmatic Nowhere without my gun (Kon Artist) You know the sound when I'm spinnin rounds Spittin these rounds from fo pounds While the whole crowd is screamin this loud from they mouth Is they possibly alive *Shooting and screaming* Nothing is parrallel to makin you carousel aerial somersault Like fast wheels who will perish shells Denaun carry the nine where I go Bullets whistling hit you while I'm shootin at five-o's So semi-auto...matic with statics to motto's swingin like Columbine kids from Colorado Chorus (Bizarre) This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock It'll make Jehovah witnesses think b4 they knock (Sorry sorry) It'll make your grandmother come out of her purse It'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst It'll make Holyfield start fighting It'll make Ma$e say fuck church and then go back to writin It'll make Shyne say that he sounds like Biggie Smalls It'll make R. Kelly give respect to Erron Hall It'll make Christopher Reeves start walkin It'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barkin It'll make a nun turn into a filthy slut It'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fuckin mutt It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde It'll make a redneck start to read the holy Koran It'll make Ike stop beatin Tina It'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina Chorus (Eminem)Pistol Pistol (Swifty)Nigga, you better have aim (Eminem)I ain't goin nowhere without my Pistol Pistol (Swifty)Cuz if you don't you finished (Swifty)Flat out (Bizarre)Detroit (Swifty)Nigga (Bizarre)Detroit (Eminem)I'm sorry (Swifty)What? (Eminem)Fuck it (Bizarre)The fuck we stayin (Swifty)Fuck around and get popped (Swifty)With no hesitation (Swifty)Straight up (Bizarre)Look where the fuck we stay at (Bizarre)Nigga what where the fuck we stay at (Bizarre)Fuck around with us (Bizarre)You get us popped (Bizarre)You fuckin get us popped *Laughin* |
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from D-12 - Devils Night Initial Run [UK Only Version] (2006)
(Bizarre)Yeah, welcome to Amityville
(Swifty)Detroit Nigga (Bizarre)The reason why rappers gotta pack Pistols (Swifty)Why is that? *Laughing* (Chorus: Eminem) (Can't go nowhere without my gun) Slick criminal with this shit I spit chews (I walk the streets I got my gun) Like a bullet came back that just missed then hit you (I'm goin to sleep I got my gun) I say the type of shit parents slit they wrist to (Can't go nowhere without my gun) need an anthem to amp you then this the shit to (Can't go nowhere without my gun) To many enemies on my list to sift through (I walk the streets I got my gun) Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool (I'm goin to sleep I got my gun) Sorry officer I don't care how pissed I get you (Don't go nowhere without my gun But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol (Swifty) Nigga we violently active So fuck with us See I'm backwards I slap niggaz and punch bitches Just for askin They must have been wanting to meet the lord When my parents talked to me they got mean mugged and ignored They was snoopin trough my closet Seein drugs on the floor Shells from the forty four scattered over they porch Bussin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you Tryin to break your neck to conversate Bitch, I l do it for you Catch me laughin at your funeral when they lower you You and your hoe You got's to go Bitches died slow and horrible There's no tomorrow fo any nigga We'll shower you We young strapped and powerful And I ain't gotta lie to you (Proof) Stepped in the door wavin the fo fo Blazin at popo escapin and lay low they call my tongue yayo But I spit fire I lit five inside a fuckin dickrider The clip slider Love to blast the mag You a fag You love bein ass to ass Grab a gun by the nose with the but the gat spank ya Never say that I'm a gangsta ((Swifty): Now that's gangsta) Y'all niggaz sound like Jigga but act like Pac Yo my trigga got the flu and this gat might cough It ain't nuttin to tell Empty shells for the witness I'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell out of business It won't be the same since we touchin the game Make the hardest nigga in your crew Tuck in this chain Y'all think this shit's a game and I bluffin for fame I squeeze of this tech until nothing remains Chorus (Kuniva) he only time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to one Cuz I don't know what's waitin for me when my vocals are done Toke the gun It's my way of life and it works These cowardly niggaz'll put your fuckin life in the dirt Cause it was wrong how they left my dawg he was priceless Alone in the streets bleedin starin layin lifeless That's why I'm heated You never know who start creepin Wakin you up with AK's while you lie sleepin I'd rather pack the heat and not need it Rather then need one and not have it I married this glockmatic Nowhere without my gun (Kon Artist) You know the sound when I'm spinnin rounds Spittin these rounds from fo pounds While the whole crowd is screamin this loud from they mouth Is they possibly alive *Shooting and screaming* Nothing is parrallel to makin you carousel aerial somersault Like fast wheels who will perish shells Denaun carry the nine where I go Bullets whistling hit you while I'm shootin at five-o's So semi-auto...matic with statics to motto's swingin like Columbine kids from Colorado Chorus (Bizarre) This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock It'll make Jehovah witnesses think b4 they knock (Sorry sorry) It'll make your grandmother come out of her purse It'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst It'll make Holyfield start fighting It'll make Ma$e say fuck church and then go back to writin It'll make Shyne say that he sounds like Biggie Smalls It'll make R. Kelly give respect to Erron Hall It'll make Christopher Reeves start walkin It'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barkin It'll make a nun turn into a filthy slut It'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fuckin mutt It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde It'll make a redneck start to read the holy Koran It'll make Ike stop beatin Tina It'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina Chorus (Eminem)Pistol Pistol (Swifty)Nigga, you better have aim (Eminem)I ain't goin nowhere without my Pistol Pistol (Swifty)Cuz if you don't you finished (Swifty)Flat out (Bizarre)Detroit (Swifty)Nigga (Bizarre)Detroit (Eminem)I'm sorry (Swifty)What? (Eminem)Fuck it (Bizarre)The fuck we stayin (Swifty)Fuck around and get popped (Swifty)With no hesitation (Swifty)Straight up (Bizarre)Look where the fuck we stay at (Bizarre)Nigga what where the fuck we stay at (Bizarre)Fuck around with us (Bizarre)You get us popped (Bizarre)You fuckin get us popped *Laughin* |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2004-05-17
Subject : D12 - D12 World (Shady,2004)
