Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Mutha'Fucka's think they know us)
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G-g-g-g Guess whos back? D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie!
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Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, slash Aftermath!
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Fiftycent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo!
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Mutha'fucka!, Benzino!, They don't know we finna' blow!
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Someone betta' tell them so. . .
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[Swifty McVay]
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You don't me, McVay and I doubt if you understand me
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Why would I give a fuck about you if we ain't family?
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I roll with a chosen few, and those of you that's behind me
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Witness the most potest' furocious *****s that rhyme
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These bitches turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did shit
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When you rappin' never mix bussiness up with your friendship
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If you lackin' up in this jungle, then what you breathe fo'?
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*****s's don't love you, you got habits of breaking street codes
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Far as static, I automaticly get medieval
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When i'm after people, then i'll explode you bitches with C-4
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These hoe's, have no insurance, bodies get repo'
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Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat close
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Keepin' .44's where you're hoes are swallowing deep throat
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If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep, close
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*****'s pupils that's what I do, i'm foolish will shoot you
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Cuz' i'm coo-coo, But I don't think *****s can take in heat tho'
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[Chorus x2]
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[Kon Artis]
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See i'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do
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And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you
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If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do
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And be loyal to crew and crew was loyal to you
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[Bizarre]
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I don't give a fuck, i'm quick to blaze chronic
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Smoke on so much green, use twelves and supa-sonic
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Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to 'Nuns and Wifes
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Now who the fuck want to fight?
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Ain't nobody fucking with me, Ain't nobody fucking with the D'
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They get beat like a M-P
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You heard about Bizarre taking all them drugs
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You heard about Proof wil'ing in the clubs
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You heard about that nine that Eminem packs
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You diss us, you get you're fucking face cracked
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I'm from 7 Mile and stout, I'll shoot up you're house
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Next day, i'll pee in you're mouth. .
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[Obie Trice]
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Aiyyo, loyalty's first, all the bullshit second
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I showed you on the record, Cheers to who respect it
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Most of these *****s neglect it
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Even though it's a known method
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)From the hectic hood that you slept in
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You wanna' be an exeption
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That's when the weapon is leaving you're half stepping
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With that 'caine in you're left hand
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Obie from a section that'll stain up you're flesh and
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Have you on bare breast
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Questionin' you're affection for streets
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D-Twizzie no question
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One of the best groups that done it
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And Obie is their reflection
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Lil' homey that know sowly that loyalty is reckin'
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D-Twizzie fo' life, Obie Trice is second. .
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[Chorus x2]
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[Proof]
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Which one of you *****s wanna' be ?boltion? bump heads
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When I got a passion for clappin'. . .with one hand
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Talent's on my roster this mobster's in dump land
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Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds
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Never leave the crib without packing my black burner
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On some T. Ali rapper to merk a have murda
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Incorporated, Hitman Herry is at you're service
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Reach for me one more gain' and thats closed
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For life as D12, no ice and spreewells
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Every night that I chill in, I fight by free-will
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Knowing I can be killed
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Leaving my group, pieces of proof with a reason to shoot
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And a liecense to ill
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We lost Bugz and i'll be damed if we loose another man from our clan
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Without forcing our hand
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Estorting you're family, i'll torture you're granny
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For my *****'s, i'm on you're motherfucking porch with a 'Cammy
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[Chorus x2]
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[Kuniva + Kon Artis]
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Yo its funny how *****s get caught along (and get bombed on)
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Knocking teeth in back of you're throat (and break you're jaw bone)
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(I'm on ignorant shit) these *****s is bitch
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Pass me a cigarrete quick (shit is finna' get thick)
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Yo' man i'll get split (by a brutal and critical hit)
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With identical dent (or bullets with identical prints)
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I'm wishing you if (you come you're Lutenints a snitch)
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You teminant fick (and we know you ain't finna' do shit)
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I'll stick with my clique (The Kon |