Whoa Yeah Ahh （MuthaF**kas think they know us）
G-g-g-g Guess whos back D-Twizze O-Trizzie
Doc-Drizzie Shade-Slizzie slash Aftermath
Fiftycent G Unit Here we go Free Yayo
Muthaf**ka 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 f**k about you if we ain't family
I roll with a chosen few and those of you thats behind me
Witness the most potest furocious *****s that rhyme
These b**ches turn they back on you actin like they ain't did sh*t
When you rappin never mix bussiness up with your friendship
If you lackin up in this jungle then what you breathe fo
*****ss don't love you you got habits of breaking street codes
Far as static I automaticly get medieval
When i'm after people then ill explode you b**ches with C-4
These hoes have no insurance bodies get repo
Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat close
Keepin 44s where you're hoes are swallowing deep throat
If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep close
*****s pupils thats 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
Chours x2
Kon Artist
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 f**k 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 f**k want to fight
Ain't nobody f**king with me Ain't nobody f**king with the D
They get beat like a M-P
You heard about Bizarre taking all them ***
You heard about Proof wiling in the clubs
You heard about that nine that Eminem packs
You diss us you get you're f**king face cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and stout Ill shoot up you're house
Next day ill pee in you're mouth
Obie Trice
Aiyyo loyaltys first all the b******t second
I showed you on the record Cheers to who respect it
Most of these *****s neglect it
Even though its a known method
From the hectic hood that you slept in
You wanna be an exeption
Thats when the weapon is leaving you're half stepping
With that caine in you're left hand
Obie from a section thatll 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
Chours x2
Proof
Which one of you *****s wanna be boltion bump heads
When I got a passion for clappin with one hand
Talents on my roster this mobsters 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 ill be damed if we loose another man from our clan
Without forcing our hand
Estorting you're family ill torture you're granny
For my *****s i'm on you're motherf**king porch with a Cammy
Chours 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）
（Im on ignorant shit） these *****s is b**ch
Pass me a cigarrete quick （shit is finna get thick）
Yo man ill 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）
Ill stick with my clique （The Kon Artist Bomb Artist）
Kuniva The Rida （Shooting through you're f**king Long John garmets）
Dirty Dozen （We deep in the street）
Unbelivable heat well even lay you out infront of the chief of police
Muthaf**ka
Chours x2
Kon Artist-outro
Yeah D-Twizzie
D12 Dirty Dozen
Nothing but family up in this muthaf**ka
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
Yall *****s don't know what family means
Bugz watching over our a**
Thats why we still alive know
Knocking yall *****s outta the clubs and sh*t
Haha Runyan Av Baby
Shady Records
Where yo mamma at *****
G-g-g-g Guess whos back D-Twizze O-Trizzie
Doc-Drizzie Shade-Slizzie slash Aftermath
Fiftycent G Unit Here we go Free Yayo
Muthaf**ka 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 f**k about you if we ain't family
I roll with a chosen few and those of you thats behind me
Witness the most potest furocious *****s that rhyme
These b**ches turn they back on you actin like they ain't did sh*t
When you rappin never mix bussiness up with your friendship
If you lackin up in this jungle then what you breathe fo
*****ss don't love you you got habits of breaking street codes
Far as static I automaticly get medieval
When i'm after people then ill explode you b**ches with C-4
These hoes have no insurance bodies get repo
Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat close
Keepin 44s where you're hoes are swallowing deep throat
If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep close
*****s pupils thats 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
Chours x2
Kon Artist
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 f**k 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 f**k want to fight
Ain't nobody f**king with me Ain't nobody f**king with the D
They get beat like a M-P
You heard about Bizarre taking all them ***
You heard about Proof wiling in the clubs
You heard about that nine that Eminem packs
You diss us you get you're f**king face cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and stout Ill shoot up you're house
Next day ill pee in you're mouth
Obie Trice
Aiyyo loyaltys first all the b******t second
I showed you on the record Cheers to who respect it
Most of these *****s neglect it
Even though its a known method
From the hectic hood that you slept in
You wanna be an exeption
Thats when the weapon is leaving you're half stepping
With that caine in you're left hand
Obie from a section thatll 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
Chours x2
Proof
Which one of you *****s wanna be boltion bump heads
When I got a passion for clappin with one hand
Talents on my roster this mobsters 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 ill be damed if we loose another man from our clan
Without forcing our hand
Estorting you're family ill torture you're granny
For my *****s i'm on you're motherf**king porch with a Cammy
Chours 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）
（Im on ignorant shit） these *****s is b**ch
Pass me a cigarrete quick （shit is finna get thick）
Yo man ill 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）
Ill stick with my clique （The Kon Artist Bomb Artist）
Kuniva The Rida （Shooting through you're f**king Long John garmets）
Dirty Dozen （We deep in the street）
Unbelivable heat well even lay you out infront of the chief of police
Muthaf**ka
Chours x2
Kon Artist-outro
Yeah D-Twizzie
D12 Dirty Dozen
Nothing but family up in this muthaf**ka
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
Yall *****s don't know what family means
Bugz watching over our a**
Thats why we still alive know
Knocking yall *****s outta the clubs and sh*t
Haha Runyan Av Baby
Shady Records
Where yo mamma at *****
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