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