| G-g-g-g Guess whos back? |
| D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie!
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| Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, slash Aftermath!
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| Fiftycent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo!
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| Mutha’fucker!, Benzino!, They don’t know we finna’blow!
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| Someone betta’tell them so…
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| You don’t me, McVay and I doubt if you understand me Why would I give a fuck about you if we ain’t family?
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| I roll with a chosen few, and those of you that’s behind me Witness the most potest’furocious niggaz that rhyme
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| These bitches turn they back on you, actin’like they ain’t did shit
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| When you rappin’never mix bussiness up with your friendship
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| If you lackin’up in this jungle, then what you breathe fo'?
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| niggaz’s don’t love you, you got habits of breaking street codes
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| Far as static, I automaticly get medieval
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| When I’m after people, then I’ll explode you bitches with C-4
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| These hoe’s, have no insurance, bodies get repo'
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| Making you vanish even when we ain’t got our heat close
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| Keepin'.44's where you’re hoes are swallowing deep throat
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| If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep, close
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| niggaz pupils that’s what I do, I’m foolish will shoot you
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| Cuz’I’m coo-coo, But I don’t think niggaz can take in heat tho'
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| 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
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| If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew and crew was loyal to you
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| I don’t give a fuck, I’m quick to blaze chronic
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| Smoke on so much green, use twelves and supa-sonic
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| Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to 'Nuns and Wifes
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| Now who the fuck want to fight?
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| Ain’t nobody fucking with me, Ain’t nobody fucking with the D'
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| They get beat like a M-P
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| You heard about Bizarre taking all them drugs
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| You heard about Proof wil’ing in the clubs
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| You heard about that nine that Eminem packs
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| You diss us, you get you’re fucking face cracked
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| I’m from 7 Mile and stout, I’ll shoot up you’re house
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| Next day, I’ll pee in you’re mouth.
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| Aiyyo, loyalty’s first, all the bullshit second
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| I showed you on the record, Cheers to who respect it Most of these niggaz neglect it Even though it’s a known method
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| From the hectic hood that you slept in You wanna’be an exeption
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| That’s when the weapon is leaving you’re half stepping
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| With that 'caine in you’re left hand
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| Obie from a section that’ll stain up you’re flesh and
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| Have you on bare breast
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| Questionin’you’re affection for streets
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| D-Twizzie no question
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| One of the best groups that done it And Obie is their reflection
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| Lil’homey that know sowly that loyalty is reckin'
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| D-Twizzie fo’life, Obie Trice is second.
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| Which one of you niggaz wanna’be ?boltion? |
| bump heads
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| When I got a passion for clappin'.. .with one hand
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| Talent’s on my roster this mobster’s in dump land
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| Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds
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| Never leave the crib without packing my black burner
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| On some T. Ali rapper to merk a have murda
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| Incorporated, Hitman Herry is at you’re service
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| Reach for me one more gain’and thats closed
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| For life as D12, no ice and spreewells
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| Every night that I chill in, I fight by free-will
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| Knowing I can be killed
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| Leaving my group, pieces of proof with a reason to shoot
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| And a liecense to ill
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| We lost Bugz and I’ll be damed if we loose another man from our clan
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| Without forcing our hand
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| Estorting you’re family, I’ll torture you’re granny
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| For my nigga’s, I’m on you’re motherfucking porch with a 'Cammy
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| Yo its funny how niggaz get caught along (and get bombed on)
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| Knocking teeth in back of you’re throat (and break you’re jaw bone)
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| (I'm on ignorant shit) these niggaz is bitch
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| Pass me a cigarrete quick (shit is finna’get thick)
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| Yo’man I’ll get split (by a brutal and critical hit)
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| With identical dent (or bullets with identical prints)
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| I’m wishing you if (you come you’re Lutenints a snitch)
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| You teminant fick (and we know you ain’t finna’do shit)
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| I’ll stick with my clique (The Kon Artis Bomb Artist)
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| Kuniva The Rida'(Shooting through you’re fucking Long John garmets)
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| Dirty Dozen (We deep in the street)
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| Unbelivable heat, we’ll even lay you out infront of the chief of police
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| Muthafucker'
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| Yeah! |
| D-Twizzie
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| D12, Dirty Dozen
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| Nothing but family up in this motherfucker'
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| Loyal to everything that we do You ain’t neva’gonna’catch none of us slippin by ourself
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| 'Cuz we always together
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| You know what I’m sayin
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| Y’all niggaz don’t know what family means
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| Bugz watching over our ass
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| Thats why we still alive know
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| Knocking yall niggaz outta the clubs and shit
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| Haha! |
| Runyan Av. |
| Baby!
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| Shady Records!
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| Where yo’mamma at nigga? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Loyalty , by - D12. Song from the album D-12 World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп