D12

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  • D12 6 Reasons Lyrics

           

    [Proof]

    You wish that you could bear me black

    D12 standing back

    No planning that

    Def methods, we got a hand in that

    Whoever run this shit

    You get a jammed knee cap

    Make the healthy get sick

    And your fam handicapped

    You a fan of rap

    My clan attack

    Your school, home, your bitch house

    Pull my nine milli

    You gon' die with your fist out

    Him an his

    It's over with

    Venom is this

    cobra spit

    Agressive dialect with agressive

    Sober bitch

    My bionic fires demonish atlonics

    Demonic is tainted chronic

    Impossible to hold down like vomit

    Mics I palm it

    You stay to bomb it

    Like tourists that's Islamic

    I enter your atmosphere like a comet

    The new god of rap

    Call me nigga Thor

    Snap your back

    When I slap your ass in a figure four

    From miles around they can feel it's lethal

    I make hardcore groups like Wu Tang

    Look like the Village People (fags)

    No sequel

    The general let the senistal

    Abort your mind state and kill your inner child



    [Bizarre]

    It's been a while

    Since you bitch niggas heard of me

    Cuz the last six months

    I been doing R&B

    But now I'm on some sick shit

    Niggas better duck quick

    You don't know who you're fucking with

    I'll leave you niggas breathless

    Seeing me and Bugz rolling in the blue hummer

    You a bitch, scared to shoot like Lindsay Hunter

    Don't need to be a father

    Cuz I'm just to illmatic

    I'll probably poison my kids

    Like flowers in the alley

    Fuck your anorexic neglects it

    Fuck a Lexus

    I'm doing drivebys on XXX BMX's



    [Bugz]

    I know a girl who said she's prio

    And her sign is a Leo

    Bugzy fucked her in a Regal

    And then she took me to my P.O.

    Fuck rollin' ceelo

    I'm down to a c-note

    Lost a g' rollin' dice at that punk ass casino

    But fuck it (shit) cuz when times get bad

    See me and drag with the mags

    On unsuspecting fags (bitch)

    I gotta shoot

    Bitch you got the boot

    And hurry up with it

    I'm trying to catch this prostitute (I got ten)



    [Kuniva]

    I'm the nigga that spotted ya

    Spit something hot at ya

    Rip your Nautica

    Saw you backstage and shot at ya

    And kill subliminally

    You can go on

    And spin your group name 25 times in one song

    I'll still write about you

    Hip hop is better off without you

    Blowing niggas outta they bathrobes

    And funky house shoes

    For the hell of it

    I fuck Missy Elliott

    Don't give a fuck if her belly gets

    In my way, I'm still nailing it

    Got this verbal tech nine

    Spitting at you for telling shit

    Get this dead body off the mic

    I'm fuckin smelling it



    [Kon Artis]

    Fuck it

    Let's have a scrub out

    Fuck around with us and see what happen

    We all got them guns blappin

    Got y'all niggas back tracking

    Ya, we dump bodies in seashores

    Busting DJs over they backs with keyboards

    Turn up my levels

    Your crew is fruitier than pebbles

    Changin you razor back MCs to running trebles

    Bust up

    Kon Artis, quick to smack your slut up

    Keep a pack of rubbers

    Just in case I gotta nutt up

    Brigade style hold 'em out down

    That's how it's meant to be

    You kick the same shit

    Your whole tape sound like a symphony

    Don't say shit to me

    It's DP carry your daughter

    Talking bitches outta they panties

    Dollars and last quarters

    Like that horsemen

    I'll leave your whack crowns hutless

    Watch Defarius come to my show

    And leave dreadless

    Whoever said this slash rapper and producer

    Wouldn't make your head twist

    Guard your grill and your necklace



    [Chorus]

    I got 6 reasons why we keep shit coming

    Dirty Dozen left niggas running for cover

    Hiding behind your lovers

    Skirting off peeling rubber

    As we shout

    "DON'T FUCK WITH DIRTY DOZEN"

    6 reasons why keep shit coming

    Dirty Dozen left niggas running for cover

    Hiding behind your lovers

    Skirting off peeling rubber

    As we shout

    "DON'T FUCK WITH DIRTY DOZEN"

    I got 6 reasons why we keep shit coming

    Dirty Dozen left niggas running for cover

    Hiding behind your lovers

    Skirting off peeling rubber

    As we shout

    "DON'T FUCK WITH DIRTY DOZEN"



    Yeah yeah bitch (what what)

    We'll bring it to your crew

    We'll bring it to your crew

    Any of y'all

    Die bitch

    Don't fuck with Dirty Dozen

    Dirty Dozen

    Bugz

    Proof

    Bizarre

    Don't fuck with Dirty Dozen

    Da Brigade bitch

    DJ Head

    Don't fuck with Dirty Dozen

    The saga starts right now

    If you ain't down with us from this day on

    Then fuck you

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