ליריקסים- D12 WORLD:

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ליריקסים- D12 WORLD:

Get My Gun [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] 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

 

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Commercial Break (Skit)

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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Just Like U

Just Like U [Chorus - Bizarre's son?] Daddy? I wanna be just like When I grow up. Just like I wanna be just like When I grow up. Just like I wanna be just like When I grow up. Just like I wanna be just like When I grow up. Just like [Verse one - Bizarre] Son, 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 her until 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. Just like I wanna be just like When I grow up. Just like I wanna be just like When I grow up. Just like I wanna be just like When I grow up. Just like [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. Just like I wanna be just like When I grow up. Just like I wanna be just like When I grow up. Just like I wanna be just like When I grow up. Just like I wanna be just like When I grow up. Just like When I grow up. Just like I wanna be just like When I grow up. Just like I wanna be just like When I grow up. Just like [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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Loyality

Loyality (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' furocious *****s 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'? *****s's don't love you, you got habits of breaking street codes Far as static, I automaticly 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 *****'s pupils that's what I do, i'm foolish will shoot you Cuz' i'm coo-coo, But I don't think *****s can take in heat tho' (Chours x2) [Kon Artist] See i'm a man, and a man 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 supa-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 you're fucking face cracked I'm from 7 Mile and stout, I'll shoot up you're house Next day, i'll pee in you're 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 *****s neglect it Even though it's a known method From the hectic hood that you slept in You wanna' be an exeption 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 sowly that loyalty is reckin' D-Twizzie fo' life, Obie Trice is second. . (Chours x2) [Proof] Which one of you *****s 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 murda Incorporated, Hitman Herry 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 liecense to ill We lost Bugz and i'll be damed if we loose another man from our clan Without forcing our hand Estorting you're family, i'll torture you're granny For my *****'s, i'm on you're motherfucking porch with a 'Cammy (Chours x2) [Kuniva + Kon Artis] Yo its funny how *****s get caught along (and get bombed on) Knocking teeth in back of you're throat (and break you're jaw bone) (I'm on ignorant shit) these *****s 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) Unbelivable heat, we'll even lay you out infront of the chief of police Muthafucka' (Chours 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 *****s don't 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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Git Up

Git Up [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 [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 *****z 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, steepin' 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 *****s 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 ? *****, we back in you life and back in your wife, hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight. [Chorus]

 

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Leave Dat Boy Alone

Leave Dat Boy Alone [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/Kuniva?] 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: Kon/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 ... ?

 

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Bitch

Bitch BITCHESSSS!!!! [Intro: Eminem] Bitches always be all... gigglin and shit. (come on BITCH) but they get mad when there favorite song dont come on in the club. catch an attitude and shit we got one for them. goes like this [Verse 1: Eminem] we wrote a song for the hoes You like to hear? here it goes A little somethin you probably won't hear on the radio So when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows And if I'm talking to fast it just means you're listening to slow And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, Bitch Jew Ja Jaw Jaw Da Dun Jew Ja You just made me mess up, Bitch Bleeb Blab Blah Blah Blah Blah 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 fuckin drunk all you hear is the Beat da beat I could be sayin anything 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 [Chorus] Yeah i'm talkin to you BITCH (get up and dance bitch) wiggle that ass BITCH (yeah thats it. yeah i called you a 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 thats it. yeah i called you a trash bitch) not trailer trash SWITCH take the person you with and exchange partners [Verse 2: Kuniva] tell me that it aint no hangin, and fuck callin home untill you look at me before you answer the phone when i flee, your ass can get as naked and be as free as you wanna be freak but i'm takin the key with me. you aint gonna get shit, so dont even ask disrespect my wishes, i'll beat your ass watch me comin home floor eatin half of your doggy bag and i leave laughin, while you callin 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 aint even ridin with Swift unless your goin when i'm done, i throw you out and ask you where you goin [Verse 3: Bizarre] Hoe aint the only thing you call a girl Slut, Tramp, (oh, how you doin sir?) ever since i was 8, i been startin to hate i said fuck the Ho's, started eatin cheese cake scrambled eggs and steak, strawberrys and grapes damn that sounds great, hold on wait (Bizzy) ok, back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that give me stitches. a fuckin half indian chick, suck my dick this time tommorow, i wont remember shit got respect for a player, got on snoop gators and they aint now and laters bitch. [Chorus] [Verse 4: Kuniva, Kon Artis, Dina Rae] hey baby whats up with you aiiyo your man here with you? nah, you single, i can tell(you came with them hoes didnt you) no you need friends girl, excuse him mr lick it (aiiyo lets get this party crackin these bitches aint got bitches) now you know he didnt mean that (come on you seen that) (she all whinin and shit, get this bitch a kleenex) (what did he say?) nothin, he said you seem stressed (naw, you got a big butt) and you wearin your nice dress(cuz i was gonna say) (you wasn't gonna say shit) (excuse me?) he said Michael Jackson jus got another face lift (dumb hoe) (oh, nigga!) no, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight (bitch, what up though jus fuck for a buck, do somethin strange for change, maybe holla for a dolla, jus hop in the range) (fuck both yall niggas) see i was tryin to be polite, stank ass trick (oh someone jackin off tonight) [Verse 5: Proof] why you a bitch but dont choke i say the same to my momma i got Christina, Brittany with me, shit we bangin Madonna watch her strip you on that 10 bitch aint got change for a dollar blow your tounge and give kiss on your mouth you came with a condom quick out is the motto and jus swallow breathe, swallow breathe, now swallow these e's i know you moca lotti mommys wont get down on your knees you wont some money honey damn you must be outta your weave hit the telly fuck her belly you aint gotta go weak plus you wanna be a mattie you need a lot of more sleep i'm a pimp bitch dont 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 cuz men jus partyin bullshit till she gargle and swallow my dick i'm takin the train to spain, don't bother callin bitch [Chorus] [Outro] yeah, you heard me bitch. did i stu-stu-studder stupid? you aint listein to the words of this song anyways all you do is listen to the beats with your dumbass (BITCH) dancin, tryin to get a nigga money in the club with your stupid manuper self i was talkin bout you Do-do you, you dumb bitch YOU! the one that want a drink but dont want to pay for it spend all the 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 TRYIN TO FUCK IM JUS TRYIN TO FUCK BITCH! (D-Twizzy, YEah. Bitch, Bitch)

 

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American Pyscho 2

American Pyscho 2 D-12 feat. B-Real D-12 World Chorus-B Real I'm a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains that I'm a pyscho Better get it through your brain, when you say my name, never say it in vain cause I'm a pyscho (swift) I'm a motherfuckin omen, I bow down to no man, I'll split a nigga open, killing folks compulsive, a soldier wit a motive, scrotum big as boulders, I'll hold it then unload on you, put on poster, so everyone can notice who was focused on his pokin, they nose in our business, hopin that I don't come smoke 'em, No one knows my notions or emotions,I'm a vulture, you niggas close to croakin any moment, and I know when, I could fuck the culture up, probably rap, a maniac, wit anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat, speak when you spoken to, and I don't have to read a fuckin magazine or quoteable, to notice what you hoes'll do (kuniva) we all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up, show up at your residence and light your front door up, get scared, life ain't fair, and I'm prepared to blast you just as fast as dre can say hell yeah, so watch what you say, cause it can happen either today or the next minute, i can draw the heater and spray and I'm dead serious, you could be dead period, end of story, I'm on your porch wit a gun and your son sippin a forty, No one can hold me, I does it all by my lonely, stomp your head while you awake, you'll be looking like gumby, Aftermath and Shady bitch you can read it and weep, you see my poster in the hood for the G of the week (chorus) (Bizzare) They found Saddam, but they ain't gonna find me, I'll be under a tree, in Buttfuck Tennessee, and I don't know too much about my daddy, except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny, I ain't a racist I just hate whites, fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites, 13 years old and joined a fucking gang, hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking pain am I insane?, who really knows, cause any second my temper can fucking blow, I get colder than december, black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember See Bizzare can show what violence is all about, and this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out, run in your house and put it in your mouth, and blow your brains the fuck out (Eminem) I probably got a screw loose or two or maybe three or four of 'em, some fell out and hit the floor, all I know is ever since my fuckin head hit the snowbank, been a little niandrotholic, no thanks to my man D' Angelo Baily,but I just take it slow daily, my biggest delierence, tryin to figure whether to use the flat head or the phillips, or just go to the Home Depot, and pick the new power drill up, gives me two hours and 6 days and I'm still up, I feel like I'm about to snap and minute, there's a new Tower Records, I'm bout to stop and get a fill-up, pick the new Cypress Hill up, and go find who did that shit to Xzibit, and go fill up a whole liquor bottle of piss and go shatter his fuckin lips wit it (chorus)

 

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Good Die Young

Good Die Young [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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Bugz 97

Bugz 97 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 niggas 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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How Come

How Come So I changed huh? You got a phone.. pick it up.. Call Me [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 been Beefin Now After all the year 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. your 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 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 been Beefin Now After all the year 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 been Beefin Now After all the year 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 been Beefin Now After all the year 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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D12 World

D12 World [Intro - 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. (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 his summer it's over with. All these bitches and all these hoes, what the fuck you looking at me for? (You, *****!). 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 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 derange. 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 shro, rainbows, and p acids. [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 *****s 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 over they wig, if they don't uppen my budget. [Bizarre] Them D12 *****s, 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 emiliate 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 prob?) look more like a star then me. That's why I just started workin' out. Man, this shit ain't workin' out. [Chorus] (Kon Artis conitinues singing till song fades)

 

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My Band

"My Band" [Intro] I don't know dude... I think everyone's all jealous and shit cuz I'm like the lead singer of a band dude... And I think everyone's got a fuckin problem with me dude... And they need to take it up with me after the show... Because... [Chorus] These chicks don't even know the name of my band... But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands... Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man... All because I'm the lead singer of my band... [Verse 1 - Eminem] So I get off stage right and drop the mic Walk up to the 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 acapellas All the chicks start yellin', all the hot babes Throw their bras and their shirt and their panties on stage So like every single night they pick a fight with me But when we fight it's kinda like sealin rivalry Cuz 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 Cause 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 be [Chorus] These chicks don't even know the name of my band... But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands... Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man... All because I'm the lead singer of my band... My band [repeated 9xs] [Verse 2 - Swifty] You just wanna see a nigga backwards don't you Hey dad how come we don't rap on proto 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 Cuz my shit is lookin smaller than a decimal See I know how to rap, see it's simple but All I did was read a Russell Simmons book So I'm more intect, tryna get on the map Doin' jumpin jacks whilin' get whipped on my back [Verse 3 - Kuniva and Konartis] Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the shit Yeah I know man find himself takin on a flick Hey I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue ([Em:] No I had an interview not you two) You gonna be late for soundcheck Man I ain't goin' to soundcheck But our mics are screwed up and his always sound best You know what man I'ma say somethin Hey yo Em ([Em:] You got somethin to say?!) Man no I thought you bout to tell him off, what's up Man I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man shut up And you ain't even back me up when we s'posed to be crew When I was bout to talk right after you I swear, I swear man [Chorus] These chicks don't even know the name of my band... But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands... Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man... All because I'm the lead singer of my band... [Verse 4 - Proof] They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not Once we sold out arenas to the amusement park I'm gonna let the world know that proof is hot I should cut his mic off when the musics starts Ready to snap on a dumbass 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 they can find every area code ([Em:] 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?!) [Verse 5 - Bizarre] ***dammit I'm sick of this group Time for me to go solo and make some loop 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 Fuck the media, I got some suggestions Fuck Marshall, ask us the questions Like who's D12, how we get started (What about Eminem?) Bitch are you retarded? Anyway I'm the popularest guy in the group Big ass stomache, bitches think I'm cute 50 told me to do situps to get buff I did two and a half and then I couldn't get up Fuck D12, I'm outta this band I'm gonna start a group with the real Roxanne [Eminem] Girl why cant you see your the only one for me and it just tares my ass apart to know that you dont know my band... [Chorus - Bizarre] These chicks don't even know the name of my band...(ha ha) But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...(Fuck Marshall) Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man... All because I'm the lead singer of my band... My Band [Repeated 9x] [Outro] The hottest boy band in the world... D12! [Eminem as a salsa singer] I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girl's to take off their underpants And the lead singer of my band, my salsa Makes all the pretty girl's wanna dance My salsa, look out for my next single, it's called My Salsa... My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa Makes all the pretty girls wanna dance And take off their underpants My salsa makes all the pretty girls wanna dance And take off their underpants, my salsa (Where'd everybody go?)

 

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Pour Your 40 Out

D12 "Pour Your 40 Out" [Chorus] Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It) [8x] Bitch!!! [Bizzare] We fucked up, Let us in the club. One of y'all n|ggas gon' catch a slug, (Yeah) I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month. Any n|gga poppin ****, go to the trunk. D12 start ****, n|gga come get us, 7 Mile Runyan, wild n|ggas wit us, Cause all my n|ggas is talkin' that ****. 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 **** out, stab you with a knife, It's D12 n|gga, we ready to fuckin' fight. [Chorus] [Eminem] Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this plate 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 **** up, and get the **** up off the flo'. My crew is takin over as soon as we hit the do' You hit the door then 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. Suckin 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!!!! [Chorus] [Kuniva] We deep as a ***, 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 dont 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, n|ggas crying, n|ggas 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 n|ggas bloodied. And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies. [Chorus] [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 ****. 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. [Chorus]

 

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ושוב לא הכל נכון פה: :: I'll Be Damned [Proof - Intro] 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-'em-hoe(?), and the fabulous Case y'all. Stick 'em out y'all. All my Detroit playas, let's go! [Kon Artis - Chorus] 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 monage-é-tois and I got drawers as big as guys's big "wah". I'm a trick daddy *****, so bitch how you figure that I wouldn't turn my *****s 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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U R The One:: [Kon Artis - Chorus] Now out of all the women in the place, you got me starin' at your pretty face. And with that body I could truly say that u r the one, u r the one, u r the one, ooh oooh. Amazed by the way that you shake them hips, shakin' your ass off in my dick. I get aroused by them sexy lips cause u r the one, u r the one, we r the one that can do(?) [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 ?, 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 write just the buffet, my publics check 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. *****s 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 ?. 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 of the crissy, 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 ? 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 ?. 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, (*Gets angrier*) 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, add in to a 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. Hopin' 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 stankin' ass OK? [Chorus]

 

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**מישהו כתב אותם אז יש בטח טעויות

וכמה מילים שחסרות אבל זה מה יש בנתיים.. חוץ מ-MY BAND ו-40 OZ

 

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מממממממ טוב עכשיו ראיתי את הכתובת

הזאת: http://www.hiphopfoundry.com/lyrics/d-12/D12%20World/ שם יש את כל הלירקסים ולא חסרות שם מילים כמו באלה ששמתי ויש שם סימני שאלה???????????????.

 

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אה כן אבל גם שם יכולות להיות טעויות

 

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