| Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls.
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| Welcome to D12 World!
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| Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world.
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| (Distorted) The world wants me to cope.
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| I don’t smoke crack, I don’t smoke crack, I don’t.
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| Fuck the silly shit, I pull a mac milli quick,
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| When D12 rock his summer it’s over with.
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| All these bitches and all these hoes,
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| What the fuck you looking at me for? |
| (You, nigga!).
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| Oh yeah, you like my chain, want to get your skinny ass up in the Range.
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| I like my bitches raspy and nasty,
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| I like a fat and nasty bitch named Ashley
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| I slide you dope without no procrastination,
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| And you can watch me fuck up your imagination.
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| I’m always getting drunk, and I fiend to smack hoes,
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| I mean it, I leave them screamin' like pterodactyls.
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| This is our world.. .
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| We’d love to smack you,
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| Hot lead flying with debris and shrapnel.
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| Rippin' you to shreds, fuckin' up your tattoo.
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| Break into your crib, take your records and plaques too.
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| D12 is, that’s who!
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| Got you limpin'.
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| Still poppin' somethin' purple with a bottle of gin bitch!
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| I fuck up your kinship, I lie in this shit.
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| Peep, I stole your mom’s jeep and crashed into my street.
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| Crazy derange. |
| Of course we Shady’s gang,
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| Of course we wear clothes with holes and blood stains.
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| No doubt, we shoot badges, born with ski masks.
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| Chew on shro, rainbows, and p acids.
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| Welcome to D12 World!
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| Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls.
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| Welcome to D12 World!
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| Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world.
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| Welcome to D12 World!
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| (Kon Artis Singing)
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| Welcome to D12 World!
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| Aaaaahhhhh!!!
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| Aiyyo
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| nigga’s be talkin' shit, but they layin' slugs? |
| now.
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| I graduated from techs, I grip a pump now.
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| I used to be nice, but nice don’t cut it.
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| Now I over they wig, if they don’t open my budget.
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| Them D12 nigga’s, they be quick to blast.
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| I take my shower cap off, and whup your ass.
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| Steppin' to us, you can’t be the smartest,
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| Cause you’ll get dropped like an Aftermath artist.
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| They catch me mingling by a bitch with class,
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| When she turn I’ll be sprinkling some shit in her glass.
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| What part of this you can’t understand?
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| I’ll emulate a man, worse then making a band.
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| (Kuniva — Don’t be mistakin' that man),
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| (Kon Artis — He’ll invite you over.)
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| Real fast, and pass your ass a glass of ebola.
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| I’ve been doing this for a minute,
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| And I’m starting to see my little brother Caleb
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| Look more like a star then me.
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| That’s why I just started workin' out.
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| Man, this shit ain’t workin' out. |