| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 4:05 | 
|
|||
| 2. |
| 5:55 |
|
|||
| 3. |
| 4:21 | 
|
|||
|
(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) |
||||||
| 4. |
| 1:15 |
|
|||
|
[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. |
||||||
| 5. |
| 4:59 |
|
|||
|
(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? |
||||||
| 6. |
| 4:20 |
|
|||
|
(Kon Artis - Chorus)
Now out of all the women in the place ooo you got me starin' at your pretty face.ooo And with that body I could truly say that ooo u r the one, u r the one, u r the one, ooh oooh. Amazed by the way that you shake them hips ooo, shakin' your ass off on my dick ooo I get aroused by them sexy lips cause ooo u r the one, u r the one, u r the one that can dooo (Swift) And you wonder why I call you everyday of the week, and have that operator breakin' on your line when you speak. And I can say that I'ma make you mine in a blink. You nominated just for your behind and I'm game, you a thug with your best of friend, mud-wrestlin'. Sittin' in the corner with a mug and a cup of gin. See me lookin' for you when you win in a pen, see I hug you dirty. You confronting me for flirtin'? You wanted me so suddenly, my company's a burden, but I won't jump a balcony, and how can I be hurtin'. I'm just playin' wit you and it's workin'. Your friend's can't save you, they fakin' like they nurses. (Bizarre) First time I saw you, up in them guests, you the only reason I use Federal Express. Shit, I don't be havin' no packages. Naw, I'm getting dressers, lamps, and big matresses. I go crazy when I smell your odor. I just want to pick you up, and take you to Pan-De-Rosa. Steak and potatoes, whatever you want. I'll register the buffet, my publics cheques then come. You don't care about D12, you don't know about Bizarre. All you know that I'm weird and I wear a wonder-bra. That's fine, I just wanna make you mine. niggas say you a 3, I think you a dime. (Chorus) (Proof) I love the way yo' body grindin', gettin' all in my face Only thing on your mind is which wallet to raid Your ass looks so perfect with your thong on your waist built like a stallion, you belong in a race Get money by the barrel, King Kong in the place Movie and a dinner, that's as long as I wait Hey, I ain't on your ear off, talkin' dates Got you dizzy off D-twizzy, you ain't walkin' straight Got a roomy, bring your booty, and lets cultivate. You so pretty, love them titties, they soft and fake. Bring your friends, "Damn your skin smell like coffeecake." Yo meet me at the place when you get off at eight. (Kuniva) The way you move have got me buggin' out. And you quick to take off your jacket and slug it out, we thug it out. Pourin' 40's out and give each other death. In fact, we both hate goin' out, we both hate small gats. You the truth I'm for real yo I love you to death. And if we break up, I'ma stalk you and bug you to death. Till you scared to leave the house because you know I'm in the bushes. We went from hugs and kisses into shoves and pushes. Tis all love, take it and stride, I'm only jokin' wit you. I don't get down like that, you know I'd never hit you. But yet and still if I ever feel I'm about to, I'll gently grab the shoulders and shake the shit out ya girl!!! (Chorus) (Kon Artis) I take a light skinned, dark skinned, short and black, attitude sassy and they ass is fat. Corporate suburb when you could be a classy rat. Louis Votton cost to much to have a bag to match. Girl forget all that, I'm gettin' rich off rap, and you could be my aid in all as long as you got my back. Seditary, there's entrepreneurs, and that's a fact. And your birthday's seven days after mine, correct? Well that's two things that we got in common, baby. Hope there ain't a problem that I'm involved in Shady. Cause come next year, I will not be datin', cause my plan's to be with your stinkin' ass OK? |
||||||
| 7. |
| 4:38 |
|
|||
|
(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 |
||||||
| 8. |
| 4:10 |
|
|||
|
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! |
||||||
| 9. |
| 5:23 |
|
|||
|
(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 |
||||||
| 10. |
| 4:35 |
|
|||
|
(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. . . All because I wanted to see Elton John naked |
||||||
| 11. |
| 1:22 |
|
|||
|
[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 |
||||||
| 12. |
| 4:57 |
|
|||
|
[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 |
||||||
| 13. |
| 0:52 |
|
|||
|
Kum ba yah, Kum ba yah
Kum ba yah, D12, Kum ba yah D12, Kum ba yah I've had a special request for.. I take a couple uppers, I down a couple downers, But nothin' compares Til' those blue and yellow purple pills I've been to mushroom mountain, Once or twice boy who's countin' But nothin' compares To those purple yellow blue an pills Cool, calm just like my mom With a couple of valiums inside her palms |
||||||
| 14. |
| 3:11 |
|
|||
|
[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! |
||||||
| 15. |
| 3:45 |
|
|||
|
[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] |
||||||
| 16. |
| 1:12 |
|
|||
|
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) |
||||||
| 17. |
| 3:44 |
|
|||
| 18. |
| 1:05 |
|
|||
|
[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! |
||||||
| 19. |
| 5:56 |
|
|||
|
[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 (??) |
||||||
| 20. |
| 4:03 |
|
|||
|
[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'!!! |
||||||
가슴네트워크 Review :: 2004-05-17
Subject : D12 - D12 World (Shady,2004)
