Yeah, Detroit, motherfucka DJ Green Lantern D12, we ain't goin' nowhere We still smokin' crack nigga, let 'em know
Bitch, keep talkin', keep on poppin' off Flip them jaws because we ain't stoppin' We ain't got to prove shit to y'all So all y'all can lick the balls and keep walkin'
Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin' 'Cause we ain't stoppin' 'cause you ain't stoppin' us We ain't got to prove shit to y'all So all y'all can lick the balls and keep walkin'
Yo, the Derelict's back, I'm blazin' niggaz While they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed, I even sold my therapist crack You niggaz is bitches, straight up, I'm bearin' the facts I love pussy with all my heart but I married to gats
And nigga, I'm top pedigree, so don't play with me I'll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat Kids and all get hit, peers and all The Mossberg'll take your back, liver, ribs and all
Kuniva's a street talker, heat sparker to beef starter Packin' guns when I'm sleepwalkin', talk, bitch keep talkin' Throwin' firebombs down your chimney While you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes cockin' a semi
Knife with the hands, never bow down to another man I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands Smother your clan, sever your hand and your legs And mail your brother your heart and send your mother your head
I'm the only one, you bitch, that touch ya, type of brother That'll fuck your mother wit a fishnet rubber A belligerent and rowdy motherfucka That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on Atella
When it comes to beefin', it ain't no explainin' I change your language with a stainless I'm contained wit an anguish to leave you famous I'm a deranged pit, I lift an AK to paint your face with
Niggaz don't say shit, fuck your hype man If there's a bystander standin' by, I'm firin' at cha 'Cause I can, you get squashed like pop cans I'll be shooting 7Up in your mouth, man
I'm about to sell your mama bud and lace it So when she fire it up she coughin' blood, I love to see 'em wasted I'm made to behave in this case You try to be brave in a rage, your legs will be replaced
Bitch, keep talkin', keep on poppin' off Flip them jaws because we ain't stoppin' We ain't got to prove shit to y'all So all y'all can lick the balls and keep walkin'
Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin' 'Cause we ain't stoppin' 'cause you ain't stoppin' us We ain't got to prove shit to y'all So all y'all can lick the balls and keep walkin'
Bizzy, come on, I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule I'm here to talk about Lil' Ray Ray and what I'ma do Sorry, I ain't gonna mention it, he'd probably sue Next week, this shit'll be out on DJ Clue
The first time I had sex, a dirty mattress No condom, my grandmother, bent over backwards Bizarre been fuckin' raw all summer Let's make a trade, my wife for your brother
Psych, I'm not bisexual I'm an intellectual, transsexual with one testicle And I ain't sayin' shit 'cause it rhyme I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'
Yeah, yeah, rest in peace Jam Master Jay 2 Pac and Notorious Big, c'mon I'm widely the best, God in the flesh Blow your heart out of your chest And your chest out of your vest
Leave your body a mess, streets bloody as hell Study my 12, I cut him he fell A druggie on bail, nutty as well With search light bud he revealed, dead or in jail They're headed for hell
Together with bells and blonde guy, get your lungs hard