D12 Lyrics
"Loyalty"
(feat.
Obie Trice)
[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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