[Eminem-intro]
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
[Chorus x2]
[Kon Artis]
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. .
[Chorus 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
[Chorus 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 Artis 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
[Chorus x2]
[Kon Artis-outro]
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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