| The names D-12, who the fuck are you? |
| We built this city from underground to mainstream too |
| You know your boy Kunives, I pull out knives |
| If the blade breaks, then I'm forced to pull out nines |
| They tell me to be safe, I keep it dangerous and raw, I'm breaking more than |
| the law |
| I keep the ladies in awe, still I'm Motown raised, the whole crowd is amazed |
| Either way I decide to flow, they go with the wave |
| Had a hell of a night, not only that, I can fight |
| Kicked a hole in the speaker, promoter's money was light |
| My daughter told me I rizz, I don't know what that is |
| Still, I gotta tell your girl to stay outta my biz |
| Yeah, ya homies a beast, most of these rappers are clowns |
| So the crew is always ready just in case it go down |
| You know it's lit anytime that we roll through your town |
| Hold the mic to the audience and yell out loud |
| We tell 'em |
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| Tear it down, any stage we hit, you know we tear it down |
| Headline or opening, we gon' tear it down |
| D12 is the clique and we tear it down |
| We make sure you won't forget how we tear it down |
| What we do? Tear it down |
| What we do? Tear it down |
| What we do? Tear it down |
| Rock that! |
| Whenever we in your town |
| They gone gather to get a front row seat to see us tear it down |
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| Yo, we thicker than thieves, it ain't hard to believe |
| We been rocking, but we still got tricks up our sleeves |
| Swifty is the name, Dirty Dozen's the gang |
| Known for cuffin' my nuts but still letting them hang |
| Habitual face slappers, so fuck if you like me |
| Show my face when I grin, punch you outta your shiesty |
| Got a license to ill, never fake, I'm too real |
| Even my doctor know I'm sick, she tried to slide me a pill |
| On the road to success, ain't getting off, I'm too blessed |
| They say it's lonely at the top, I'm watching honey undress |
| She likes my taco meat, my chest hair, my physique |
| My Detroit state of mind and the way that I speak |
| Y'all sing the crowd lullabies, y'all just rock 'em to sleep |
| Plus your stage show is wack, your performance is weak |
| That's why I signal to the audience, they nod and agree |
| Then I stage dive on 'em, then right after I leap, I yell— |
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| Tear it down, any stage we hit, you know we tear it down |
| Headline or opening, we gon' tear it down |
| D12 is the clique and we tear it down |
| We make sure you won't forget how we tear it down |
| What we do? Tear it down |
| What we do? Tear it down |
| What we do? Tear it down |
| Rock that! Whenever we in your town |
| They gone gather around to get a front row seat to see us tear it down |
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| I skip bullets off of your face like rocks on water |
| It can happen automatically or semi-auto |
| Crack the bottle and serve something you can't swallow |
| It's gone be hollow when I make my point; I smoke this joint |
| We came here to fuck shit up and tear shit down |
| But look at you now, under the ground, not to be found |
| You found out fucking around 'cause you an idiot |
| Slumped over the wheel, crashing into the median |
| Yeah, that karma hit yo ass immediately, guerilla warfare |
| Fighting like the Vietnamese |
| It's nothing but trees, guns, and Humvees |
| Closed mouths, disease, and chains with big swings |
| See, I don't have no dreams, I just do shit; I move shit like cartel mass |
| producing |
| So all my niggas, where the fuck you at? |
| If it's fuck me, then fuck you back—let's tear this muthafucka down |
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| Tear it down, any stage we hit, you know we tear it down |
| Headline or opening, we gon' tear it down |
| D12 is the clique and we tear it down |
| We make sure you won't forget how we tear it down |
| What we do? Tear it down |
| What we do? Tear it down |
| What we do? Tear it down |
| Rock that! Whenever we in your town |
| They gone run around to get a front row seat to see us tear it down |
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| You never done one relevant thing, benolvant king, the sentiment stings |
| Suing, and for what? A settlement brings—don't meddle with kings |
| Don't peddle with things you know nothing about; swing for the fences, |
| herrera revine |
| We turn it up to tear it down, never compare the sound when the pounds gather |
| around |
| 'Cause what you found is like lightning in a bottle, with full throttle, |
| toppling a model |
| Of hollow-hearted bitches; we going semiauto |
| Rat-a-tat-tat, you know they never coming back |
| Fatal attacks from tracks coming off of the racks, in fact |
| You wet this on him like a cheap suit, we see through |
| Buying your shitty rhymes from Temu—he's through |
| Pull him out, it's a deep root reboot, rocking a sweet line; muthafuckas got |
| sweet tooth |
| They call me 13, the worst thing, I'm thirsting, ready to pop like I'm bursting |
| and cursing |
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| Tear it down, any stage we hit, you know we tear it down |
| Headline or opening, we gon' tear it down |
| D12 is the clique and we tear it down |
| We make sure you won't forget how we tear it down |
| What we do? Tear it down |
| What we do? Tear it down |
| What we do? Tear it down |
| Rock that! Whenever we in your town |
| They gather around to get a front row seat to see us tear it down |
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