Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (MuthaFuckas 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!
Muthafucka!, Benzino!, They dont know we finna blow!
Someone betta tell them so. . .
You dont me, McVay and I doubt if you understand me
Why would I give a fuck about you if we aint family?
I roll with a chosen few, and those of you thats behind me
Witness the most potest furocious *****s that rhyme
These bitches turn they back on you, actin like they aint did shit
When you rappin never mix bussiness up with your friendship
If you lackin up in this jungle, then what you breathe fo?
*****ss dont love you, you got habits of breaking street codes
Far as static, I automaticly get medieval
When im after people, then ill explode you bitches with C-4
These hoes, have no insurance, bodies get repo
Making you vanish even when we aint got our heat close
Keepin .44s where youre hoes are swallowing deep throat
If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep, close
*****s pupils thats what I do, im foolish will shoot you
Cuz im coo-coo, But I dont think *****s can take in heat tho
See im a man, and a man gon do what he gotta do
And he aint really family if he aint 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
I dont give a fuck, im quick to blaze chronic
Smoke on so much green, use twelves and supa-sonic
Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to Nuns and Wifes
Now who the fuck want to fight?
Aint nobody fucking with me, Aint nobody fucking with the D
They get beat like a M-P
You heard about Bizarre taking all them drugs
You heard about Proof wiling in the clubs
You heard about that nine that Eminem packs
You diss us, you get youre fucking face cracked
Im from 7 Mile and stout, Ill shoot up youre house
Next day, ill pee in youre mouth. .
Aiyyo, loyaltys first, all the bullshit second
I showed you on the record, Cheers to who respect it
Most of these *****s neglect it
Even though its a known method
>From the hectic hood that you slept in
You wanna be an exeption
Thats when the weapon is leaving youre half stepping
With that caine in youre left hand
Obie from a section thatll stain up youre flesh and
Have you on bare breast
Questionin youre affection for streets
D-Twizzie no question
One of the best groups that done it
And Obie is their reflection
Lil homey that know sowly that loyalty is reckin
D-Twizzie fo life, Obie Trice is second. .
Which one of you *****s wanna be ?boltion? bump heads
When I got a passion for clappin. . .with one hand
Talents on my roster this mobsters 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 murda
Incorporated, Hitman Herry is at youre 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 liecense to ill
We lost Bugz and ill be damed if we loose another man from our clan
Without forcing our hand
Estorting youre family, ill torture youre granny
For my *****s, im on youre motherfucking porch with a Cammy
Yo its funny how *****s get caught along (and get bombed on)
Knocking teeth in back of youre throat (and break youre jaw bone)
(Im on ignorant shit) these *****s is bitch
Pass me a cigarrete quick (shit is finna get thick)
Yo man ill get split (by a brutal and critical hit)
With identical dent (or bullets with identical prints)
Im wishing you if (you come youre Lutenints a snitch)
You teminant fick (and we know you aint finna do shit)
Ill stick with my clique (The Kon Artis Bomb Artist)
Kuniva The Rida (Shooting through youre fucking Long John garmets)
Dirty Dozen (We deep in the street)
Unbelivable heat, well even lay you out infront of the chief of police
Muthafucka
Yeah! D-Twizzie
D12, Dirty Dozen
Nothing but family up in this muthafucka
Loyal to everything that we do
You aint neva gonna catch none of us slippin by ourself
Cuz we always together
You know what im sayin . .
Yall *****s dont know what family means
Bugz watching over our ass
Thats why we still alive know
Knocking yall *****s outta the clubs and shit
Haha! Runyan Av. Baby!
Shady Records!
Where yo mamma at *****?
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