Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Leave Dat Boy Alone, artist - D12. Album song D-12 World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope, Shady Records
Song language: English
Leave Dat Boy Alone |
Yall better leave dat boy alone |
Cuz if they dont |
You know they goin come back on 'em |
And they dont want him to come back strong |
I wouldnt durr get that boy goin |
I said leave dat boy alone |
Cuz yall dont know him |
That there boy he out cold |
And that there boy he been known |
To stirr some shit up when he in that zone |
Better leave that boy alone |
Better leave that boy alone |
Better leave that boy alone |
Cuz you dont want to get that boy goin |
It’s my attitude that’s makin me bust shit |
I hate to be fucked with |
So basically niggas wastin they time tryin to touch Swift |
I run with a bunch of killers that dealt with punks |
Returnin bows 'fore you be lookin at yourself get stomped |
I’m a dysfunctional bastard who will puncture your ass |
Witha mag and i’ll be glad to send another one after you |
Without no hesitation i run up in your house and wake your spouse up And give her mouth to gun ressecitation |
A niggas information, they hunted and they sad |
Got you mad cuz they shittin through their stomach in a bag |
We comin too strong so its irrelevant to blast you |
We master ready, slash like relatives of Manson |
When you hear us niggas think it’s elephants dancin |
Comin here is the worste mistake that could ever happen |
When i’m in my vehicle i’m pullin you in I gaurantee the world will never see you again |
Honest to god i usually try to keep to my self |
But it’s kinda hard when you surrounded by ignorants, well |
Let me explain somethin to ya |
A real street nigga aint tryin to get in the streets |
He’s tryin to get out, feel me? |
And he aint the type of dude to pop a E and get drunk |
And wave his heat all in the air like he’s some dumb hoe punk |
Atleast a soldier in the army lose his life over a cause |
This nigger dyin over prizes to prove he got balls |
I play keyboards, i dont play deep |
You borrow guns, i own shit that explode when it hit |
You think it’s wrong that you hoes thinkin you can’t really get sleep |
Cuz you laid a nigga down without any meat |
Well my cops wont allow me to make decisions in vein |
I’m a magne i do my biddin and i do it again |
If you take it to that level, i take it to whoever |
Want to harm me and my family, Runyon Avenue forever |
Now people i live triflin i express it through writin |
If you can’t feel it, then i must express it through fightin |
And i jus bought me a new gauge and added on a knew knife |
And i strike peopel so fast people think i threw lightning |
Clash with a few titans, blasted a few height men |
Been harassed by two dykes who wanted (?lou pikner) |
Plus you know i’m too violent, to be out with you whilin |
Cuz as soon as you drivin im a spit a few 5 ones |
And i love to Kunive son, and you left a live one |
I know how to hide guns, skinny or wide ones |
Go buy me a long sub and hide it inside buns |
You lookin for hoes, and up in here you goin find none |
You niggas get dropped once, and you can kiss my nuts |
You soft little dry cunts, get stuck till your eyes shut |
No time for the wild ones, i’m writin these five words |
FUCK YOU DICK RIDIN NIGGAS count it, it’s five words. |
Sifty McVeigh (that boy he hot to death) |
Mr. Porter (that boy he hot to death) |
Kuniva (that boy he hot to death) |
Yep, better step before you get beat to death |
Yall dont want to be dem there boys |
Dem there boys be makin noise |
Dem there boys got all kind of toys |
You better step before you get destroyed |
Dem there boys …? |