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Текста песен/композиций D12

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1

D12 - Fight Music

[Chorus: Eminem]
This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know - that's the new shit
The type of shit that causes mass confusion
and drastic movement of people actin stupid

[Kon Artist]
I come to every club with intention to do wrong
With a prosthetic arm
And smelling like Boone's Farm
Hiding under tables as soon as I hear alarms
Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms
Kunivin Kon
Artis with a bomb
Strapped to my stomach screamin'
"Let's get it on!"
A lust that love the drank
Drunk driving a tank
Rolling over a bank
Cops see me and faint
It's drastic
I'm passed my limit of coke
I think I'll up my high by slitting your throat
Push a baby carriage into the street
Till it's minced meat
Your men's been beat
The minute I step foot on your street
This is fight music!

[Bizarre]
You know why my hands are so numb? (No)
Asked my grandmother to suck my dick
And I didn't cum (Oh)
Smacked this whore for talking crap (Bitch)
So what if she's handicapped (What?)
The bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap (haha)
I fuckin hate you
I'll take your drawers down and rape you
While Dr. Dre videotapes you (Hell yeah!)
Satan done got me on this song
Eatin a hotdog readin the Holy Qu'ran
While I'm on the john
Tired of wearin this yellow thong
Take it back Sisqo
You know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong)
Now here's a gun
I'll put it in your palm (baw)
Now go over there and blow off Dru Hill's arms
Fuck your love songs

[Chorus: Eminem]
This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know - that's the new shit
The type of shit that causes mass confusion
and drastic movement of people actin stupid

[Proof]
Just bring who you gon bring on
Who you gon swing on?
I'm King Kong
Guns blow you to king-dom come
Machine gun funk
Sixteen M-16's
One pump (click clack)
Snub in my palm
Shove it in your jaws
Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawls
We lovin the brawls, it's nothin to applaud
But fuck it it's all good
The hood is up in this song
It's fight music

[Swifty]
I'm a nigga that love scuffles
And won't hesitate to sock you again with swollen knuckles
I'm like that
Catch a nigga like bear traps
Blow his head back right in front of the precient
"Ya hear that?"
I slap your freak
Bump you and won't speak
If you step on my feet
You get drowned in your own drink
I suffocated my shrink just for talkin
Came back and fucked up his pall bearers
And made them drop his coffin
It's fight music!

[Kuniva]
These bees I'm swingin is stingin em
See all these niggaz?
When I step in the club I'm bringin em
And any nigga lookin too hard
We Rodney King'n em
Malice Green to them
And gasoline'n em with premium
Light a cigarette flick it at em or spit it at em
Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him
Blast while you right hookin
Right when your wife's lookin
Fuck fight music bitch
This is losin your life music

[Eminem]
If I could capture the rage
Of today's youth and bottle it
Crush the glass with my bare hands and swallow it
And spit it back in the faces of you racists
And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit
You Liberachys, Versaces and you Nazi's watch me
Because you think you've got me in this hot seat
You motherfuckers wanna judge me cuz you're not me
You'll never stop me
I'm top speed and you pop me
I came to save these new generations of babies
From parents who failed to raise them cuz they're lazy
So they grow to praise me, cuz I'm makin em go crazy
That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me
And you fugazy if you think I'm a admit wrong
I'll cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sicked on
And this song is for any kid who get's picked on
A sick song to retaliate to and it's called

[Chorus: Eminem]
This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit
The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
You just know - that's the new shit
The type of shit that causes mass confusion
and drastic movement of people actin stupid

THIS IS FIGHT MUSIC!

Отредактировано Serega1989 (2008-03-25 15:58:33)

2

D12 - Ain't Nuttin' But Music

[Eminem] its shit like this i kick to these rich white kids
who just might see how fucked up this sick life is
whoops i did it again, didnt i? my shit,
its harder to figure out then what britneys tit size is (wooooo)
i probably pissed u off again, didnt i bitch? (so what)
grab christina aguilera, kiss my grits
do u know how many shits i give, i wish i did
so i could quit givin these twisted little kids ideas
this just in, britney just DISSED justin
she just fucked ben
got tit fucked
and dick sucked him
if affleck can get his ass licked how come i cant, shit
god damn bitch, im rich, i cant understand this
are those pictures i made of us together on the internet
as close as im eva gonna get to hittin her from the back
shit, when it comes to that, i hit harder from the back
then everlast when hes pluggin lethal in his fuckin ass
just gimme 1 more chance, britney hit me 1 more time
let me know whats on ur mind, whitney give me 1 more line
to sniff, u fuckers know what time it is
fuck ur jewelery my records almost diamond bitch

[chorus]
[Eminem]
whats goin on in the world today? people fightin, feudin, lootin, its ok
let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll, tell em Ray
[Ray]
it aint nuttin but music
[Eminem]
whats goin on in the world today? people fightin, feudin, lootin, its ok
let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll, tell em Ray
[Ray]
it aint nuttin but music

[Bizarre]
eminem doesnt like nsync, well i do
so fuck him and the backstreet boys too (yea i said it)
whateva happened to the cast of different strokes?
garys broke, todd snort coke, and dana an overdose (ahhhh)
i got two little boys with me
michael jackson sent two helicopters to get me (heee heeee)
im up early with my hair curly
me and mr.furley fuckin lavern and shirly

[Kuniva]
alotta rappers are livin in la la land
thats why i lets my dogs out on the baha men (bark)
as bad as the life i had, im not mad
i dont need to be a jackass to beat up my dad (punch)
my whole familys country, my grandmothers oldfashioned
she keeps askin me why i rap with a honky
but granny im a flunky, i could b a junkie
i could b hangin with the hoochies outta the club scene

[Kon Artis]
for all the indpendent women in the house (house)
show us ur tits and shut ur mother fuckin mouths

[Proof]
Robert downey, bobby brownie, whitney housten the shit shes usin,
jesse jackson, reverand scandal, got george michaels, tevin campbell
pee-wee hermans, peep show places, public restrooms, beat those cases

[chorus]

[Swift]
your mom and dad probably mad at us (for what?)
we done turned their kids into little body snatchers
they like where im from (uh huh), we dont bite our tongue (yea)
are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry guns? (blah blah blah)
its sad but im glad that im made to rhyme
when you work, you aint gettin paid for that overtime (damn)
its only music, media know it, but they blind (thats right)
i aint in ur life so stay the hell up outta mine (nigga)
and your the reason why princess diana ended up dying
you people get offended, i dont care
(stop cryin)
tryin to get us to leave
cuz what we say just aint playin
but holdin me back from what i say just aint me

[Kon Artis]
now whats these parents so mad for?
(ur music is bad) for teenage kids who drink more than ted danson in cheers
carson drinks beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (shut up)
(poor or rich) i still do the same old shit,
i dont jump infront of a camera and say no shit
when they ask me about my sarcastic-ness
i just slap them, turn around and ask them this

[chorus]
[Eminem]
La La, La
La La La La, La
La La, La
La La La La, La
[group]
OoooooooOOOoooooooooOOOO
OoooooooOOOoooooooooOOOO
[Kuniva]
Look for that new D12 R&B Album coming soon
Straight R&B, Straight R&B, Straight R&B

3

D12 - My Band

(Intro)
I don't know, dude ...
I think everyone's all jealous and shit cause 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
Cause 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 shirts and their panties on stage
So likem 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 trynna 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 rockstar shit, it's the life for me
And all the other guys just despise me b

(Chorus)
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 (repeated 8x)

(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
Cause 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, trynna get on the map
Doin' jumpin' jacks while get whipped on my back

(Verse 3- Kuniva and Konartis)
Look at him, little punkass 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, man, 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 music starts
Ready to stap 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)
God 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
From 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
Bigass stomach, bitches think I'm cute
Then 50 Cent told me to do sit-ups 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)
Girlm 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

(Chorus- Bizarre - {Bizarre also})
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}
Cause once I blow I 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)
I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girl's to take off their underpants
I'm 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 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?)

4

D12 - 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]
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

5

D12 - Bitch


[Intro: Eminem]
Cuz 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  jus 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 sheryl?)
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 he mean friends girl, excuse him its da liquor
(aiiyo lets get this party crackin these bitches aint got none)
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 som big breast)
and you wearin your nice dress
((cuz i was fiddin to say))
(aw u ain fiddin to 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, whateva 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 model 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)

6

D12 - 40 Oz



[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!

[Chorus]
Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It) [8x]
Bitch!!!

[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.

[Chorus]

Biiitch
[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!!!!

[Chorus]

[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 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, 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.

[Chorus]

Biiitch
[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.

[Chorus]

Отредактировано Serega1989 (2008-03-25 16:04:52)

7

D12 - Rap Game

[Bizarre]
‘The Rap Game’
Hip-hop 1-0-1
The hardest 9 to 5 you will ever have
You can’t learn this shit in no history-book
You ready to rap motherfucker?
You ready to sell your soul...
gheh-gheh-gheh
‘The Rap Game’
Motherfucker

[Swifty]
I’m a disruptive nigger
You made me crazy
You should a slayed me as a baby
Behavin’ shadier than Wes Craven
And you ain’t even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of layin’ a nigga down daily
You face me drunk of sober
You’ll faint fast
I’m never fucked up to where I can’t whoop your ass
Your neck will get snapped wit bear hands, fuck music
Is he rappin’ is cool but fool don’t confuse it
What happens these dudes get rude and then I lose it?
I’m scandals
I blow your two kids off the atlas
With a gat that’s bigger
Then Godzilla’s back nigga
You are not real and in fact
Your fruity effect of a crack dealer
Y’all president sends me smack
Den got a mack 10 with it
So I ain’t gotta rap
But I’m thankful for that
Don’t mistaken me black
Or you be stankin’ in back of a fuckin’ Cadillac

[Eminem]
I’ma get snuffed
Cause I ain’t said enough to pipe down
I pipe down when the White House is whipped out
When I see that ‘lil Cheany dike get snipped out
Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight
Now put that in your ‘lil pipe and bite down
Think for a minute cause the hype has died down
That I won’t go up in the oval office right now
And flip whatever ain’t tied down upside down
I’m all for America, fuck the government
Tell that C. Doloris Tucker slut to suck a dick
Motherfucker, duck, what the fuck, son of a bitch
Take away my gun and I’m a tuck some other shit
Can’t tell me shit about the tricks of this trade
Switch blade with a ‘lil switch to switch blades
Switch from a 6 to a 16 inch blade
Shits like a samurai sword, a sensei
Shit just don’t change to this day
I’m this way still
‘Til I utslay itchbay
Ucksay my ickday
‘Scuse my igpay atinlay
But uckfay a igpay

[50 Cent]
This Rap Game
This Rap Game
I ain’t sellin’ my soul for this Rap Game
I ain’t diggin’ a whole for this Rap Game
Man I’m tellin’ ya, no it ain’t happenin’
This Rap Game
This Rap Game
I ain’t sellin’ my soul for this Rap Game
I ain’t diggin’ a whole for this Rap Game
This Rap Game
This Rap Game

[Kon Artis]
I bet you rather me
Drink and drown in my own iniquity
But fuck that, I’ma rap ‘til you all get sick of me
And clutch my nut sack and spit on who pick on me
I’m hittin’ a rock next, fuck a dogg who sickin’ me
I’m sayin’ you motherfuckers don’t know and quit playin’
If I’m broke then I’m brakin’ open the place where you layin’
You know, same shit every nigga done in his life
I lived it, that’s why I speak on what I want when I write
So why... should I... ever fear another man
If he bleed like I, bleed, take a piss and he stand
Ok, you win... you can say we can’t rap
But no source never mean we ain’t buyin’ on what they say is wack

[Kuniva]
I walk in the party and just start bustin’
Right after I hear the last verse, I’m self-destruction
This liquor make me wanna blast the chrome
To let you know the time without Morris Day and Jerome
I’m low down and shifty, quickly, called Swifty
To do a drive by on a 10-speed with "50"
You feelin’ lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chucky Cheese
Well, just see, who be an unlucky G
My life style is unstable, a partyin’ attic
They said no fightin’ in the club so I brought me a matic
Coughin’ ecstatic, I jump niggas, call me a rabbit
Popin’ a tablet, and guns that saw you in half

[50 Cent]
Believe me
We run this rap shit fo shizzie
Make makin’ millions look easy
Every where ya turn you see me
You hear me
Believe me
For ya see my pistol in 3-D
No time to call a peace treaty
Dial 9-1-1 cause you need de
Police to help you, believe me

[Proof]
I snatch the tongue from the sidewalk and piss on the curb
This is absurd
These street niggas twistin’ my words
We finally could
Say goodbye to Hollywood
Cause Proof and Shaun
Share nuttin’ in common
The nastiest band
With gats in each hand
We never bomb down to be a flash and a pan
No remorse
Fuck you stature, dogg
Nuttin’ to do with hands when I clap at y’all
Put your jaw on the ground
With the 4 and a pound
I’m goin’ out of town
For the long come around
So we can battle with raps
So we can battle with gats
Matter fact, we can battle with plaques

[50 Cent]
This Rap Game

[Bizarre]
I’m too fuckin’ retarded
I don’t give a fuck about my dick
That’s why I’m datin’ Loraina Bobbet
My crew had an argument
Who was the largest
Now they all is dead
And I’m rollin’ as a solo artist
Plus I made all the beats and wrote all the raps
Well, I really didn’t
But I did accordin’ to this contract
I was stoned in the snow
With no where to go
Freezin’ 20 below
Forced to join bail tip Dafoe
My little girl, she shouldn’t be listenin’ to these lyrics
That’s why I glued the headphones to her ear to make sure she hear it
If rap don’t work, I’m startin’ a group with Garth Brooks (hahhaha)
50, sing the hook

[50 Cent]
This Rap Game
This Rap Game
I ain’t sellin’ my soul for this Rap Game
I ain’t diggin’ a whole for this Rap Game
Man I’m tellin’ ya, no it ain’t happenin’
This Rap Game
This Rap Game
I ain’t sellin’ my soul for this Rap Game
I ain’t diggin’ a whole for this Rap Game
This Rap Game
This Rap Game


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