Yeah, we straight from the census bureau
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Haha, Runyan Ave
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We lookin for yo' momma
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D-12 - where yo' momma at?
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Miko where yo' momma at?
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Young Zee, hey Dame - where yo' momma at?
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I wanna fuck that bitch, her stankin ass
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Hey Em where yo' momma at? (Ohhhh-ohhhhh)
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Yo..
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[Kon Artis]
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You know me, Denaun the same ol' nigga
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I spray paint your car up like Rain-O nigga
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See me and you are sorta like the same I guess
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We both rock mics but yours is into our chest
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You can't do nuttin to me, Runyan Ave's unruly
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And truly this ain't a movie, you get slapped with the tooly
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So pass the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy
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to steal every car in this vicinity, you feelin me?
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Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wild
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Piggity-pow, nigga be out
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You don't really want war, I'm chillin at your door
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This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor
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I can't be a punk, my daddy wasn't none
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I lose a fight after school and I came home and got one
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You reap what you sew, that shit you oughta know
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I keep it on the flo' under the seat I ain't a hoe!
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[Chorus: Kuniva] (Kon Artis)
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You know it's been a while but we feelin it now
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(The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin it now)
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Goddamn! You don't want no problems B
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(Get your name in the obituary column sheet)
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It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again
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(Yo yo, you fallin off, goin back to smokin crack again)
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Hit the weed (guzzle your Corona) pass the Gin
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(Better duck cause they back bustin gats again)
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[Swifty]
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A basket case indeed; stronger than a can of mace
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Slap you in the face while you patty-cakin witcha seed
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I'll be makin all these nig
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Census Bureau (Feat. D12)
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| DJ Kayslay |
