D-12 - D-12 World [Explicit Version] (2006)

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RELEASE DATE:	2006-02-02
DURATION:	78:05
# OF TRACKS:	21
ALBUM TYPE:	정규, studio
GENRE/STYLE:	팝 랩/힙합 하드코어 랩
ALSO KNOWN AS:	D-12 World
INDEX:	188

TRACKS

Disc 1

Git Up

작곡:Luis Resto,Marshall Mathers,Ondre Moore,S. King,V. Carlisle

D-12

4:05

(Eminem)
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 ,4, 3, 2, 1
Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club
11,12,13, pistols big as M 16's
How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they dont even see us
Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns
Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels
Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles
Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Who come back all bananas, banna clips loaded
Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers dont want us
To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of
motherfuckers from Runyan, steady poppin them onions,
Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
Fixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up
You know we finna loc'n when we mixin coke with coke and nut rum up
Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up
See you talk that hoe shit now when you down you dont get up
And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up
They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up
Heater no heater, automatic no matic
Mac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have it
You never know what im packin' so you just dont want no static
And open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to
risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli
Really homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really
You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy
Fuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!

(Eminem - Chorus)
Git Up Now!
Lets get it crackin, Git, Its on and poppin
Its D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin
We're gonna get it crackalatin
What you waitin for the waiters orders
Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin
Git Up Now!
Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf
You motherfuckers dont listen, I said,
We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit, procrastinatin'
What the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin
'n Git Up Now!

(Swift)
I keep a shit load of bullets a pitpull to pull it out (?)
and automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently
you get burned until i quickly you can not hit me niggaz to terrified to come get me,
tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run,
when the reaper comes, the repercussions' gon' leak your blood,
Inglewood, steppin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone,
I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole,
snatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe,
when I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam,
when I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll,
at the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, *****.

(Kuniva)
Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding
in furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing
cause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
it's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it,
grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic
pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats
and maybe thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst a
and since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first
I dispurse the crowd with something vigor and versatile
so go on and record you verses now while you got a mouth,
and it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle,
Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle,
and a glock that ? stop you from waking,
bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans,
a ? nigga, we back in you life and back in your wife,
hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.

(Chorus)

(Bizarre)
Ha-ha-ha-ha... yeah!
D12... We back! Ha-ha!
(Git Up Now!)
Ha-ha-ha-ha... Runyan Ave. soldiers!
Amityville.
Who the fuck want it with us?
Nobody... ha-ha-ha-ha!

(Eminem - Chorus)
Git Up Now!
Lets get it crackin, Git, Its on and poppin
Its D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin
We're gonna get it crackalatin
What you waitin for the waiters orders
Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin
Git Up Now!
Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf
You motherfuckers dont listen, I said,
We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit, procrastinatin'
What the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin
'n Git Up Now!

(Swift)
I keep a shit load of bullets a pitpull to pull it out (?) 
and automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently
you get burned until i quickly you can not hit me niggaz to terrified to come get me,
tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run, 
when the reaper comes, the repercussions' gon' leak your blood, 
Inglewood, steppin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone, 
I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole, 
snatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe, 
when I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam, 
when I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll, 
at the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, *****.

(Kuniva)
Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding 
in furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing 
cause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction 
it's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it, 
grippin' the pump and who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic 
pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats 
and maybe thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst a
and since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first 
I dispurse the crowd with something vigor and versatile 
so go on and record you verses now while you got a mouth,
and it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle, 
Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle, 
and a glock that ? stop you from waking, 
bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans, 
a ? nigga, we back in you life and back in your wife, 
hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.

(Chorus)

(Bizarre)
Ha-ha-ha-ha... yeah!
D12... We back!  Ha-ha!
(Git Up Now!)
Ha-ha-ha-ha... Runyan Ave. soldiers!
Amityville.
Who the fuck want it with us?
Nobody... ha-ha-ha-ha!

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Loyalty

featuring Obie Trice

작곡:D. Holton,D. Porter,Luis Resto,Marshall Mathers,Obie Trice,Ondre Moore,R. Johnson,V. Carlisle

D-12

5:55

(Intro)
(Eminem)
Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Mutha'Fucka's think they know us)
G-g-g-g Guess whos back? D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie!
Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, slash Aftermath!
Fiftycent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo!
Mutha'fucka!, Benzino!, They don't know we finna' blow!
Someone betta' tell them so. . .

(Swifty McVay)
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?
I roll with a chosen few, and those of you that's behind me
Witness the most potest' ferocious niggas that rhyme
These bitches turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did shit
When you rappin' never mix bussiness up with your friendship
If you lackin' up in this jungle, then what you breathe fo'?
niggas don't love you, you got habits of breaking street codes
Far as static, I automatically get medieval
When I'm after people, then I'll explode you bitches with C-4
These hoe's, have no insurance, bodies get repo'
Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat close
Keepin' .44's where you're hoes are swallowing deep throat
If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep, close
niggas pupils that's what I do, I'm foolish will shoot you
Cuz' I'm coo-coo, But I don't think niggas can take in heat tho'

(Chorus x2)
(Kon Artist)
See I'm a man, and a man's gon' do what he gotta do
And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you
If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do
And be loyal to crew and crew was loyal to you

(Bizarre)
I don't give a fuck, I'm quick to blaze chronic
Smoke on so much green, use twelves and super-sonic
Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to 'Nuns and Wifes
Now who the fuck want to fight?
Ain't nobody fucking with me, Ain't nobody fucking with the D'
They get beat like a M-P
You heard about Bizarre taking all them drugs
You heard about Proof wil'ing in the clubs
You heard about that nine that Eminem packs
You diss us, you get your fucking face cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and stout, I'll shoot up you're house
Next day, I'll pee in your mouth. .

(Obie Trice)
Aiyyo, loyalty's first, all the bullshit second
I showed you on the record, Cheers to who respect it
Most of these niggas neglect it
Even though it's a known method
From the hectic hood that you slept in
You wanna' be an exception
That's when the weapon is leaving you're half stepping
With that 'caine in you're left hand
Obie from a section that'll stain up you're flesh and
Have you on bare breast
Questionin' you're affection for streets
D-Twizzie no question
One of the best groups that done it
And Obie is their reflection
Lil' homey that know slowly that loyalty is reckin'
D-Twizzie fo' life, Obie Trice is second. .

(Chorus x2)

(Proof)
Which one of you niggas wanna' be ?boltion? bump heads
When I got a passion for clappin'. . .with one hand
Talent's on my roster this mobster's in dump land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the crib without packing my black burner
On some T. Ali rapper to merk a have murder
Incorporated, Hitman Harry is at you're service
Reach for me one more gain' and thats closed
For life as D12, no ice and spreewells
Every night that I chill in, I fight by free-will
Knowing I can be killed
Leaving my group, pieces of proof with a reason to shoot
And a license to kill
We lost Bugz and I'll be damed if we loose another man from our clan
Without forcing our hand
Escorting your family, I'll torture you're granny
For my niggas, I'm on your motherfucking porch with a 'Cammy

(Chorus x2)

(Kuniva + Kon Artis)
Yo its funny how niggas get caught along (and get bombed on)
Knocking teeth in back of your throat (and break your jaw bone)
(I'm on ignorant shit) these niggas is bitch
Pass me a cigarrete quick (shit is finna' get thick)
Yo' man i'll get split (by a brutal and critical hit)
With identical dent (or bullets with identical prints)
I'm wishing you if (you come you're Lutenints a snitch)
You teminant fick (and we know you ain't finna' do shit)
I'll stick with my clique (The Kon Artist Bomb Artist)
Kuniva The Rida' (Shooting through you're fucking Long John garmets)
Dirty Dozen (We deep in the street)
Unbelievable heat, we'll even lay you out in front of the chief of police
Muthafucka'

(Chorus x2)

(Outro)
(Kon Artist)
Yeah! D-Twizzie
D12, Dirty Dozen
Nothing but family up in this muthafucka'
Loyal to everything that we do
You ain't neva' gonna' catch none of us slippin' by ourself
'Cuz we always together
You know what I'm sayin'...
Y'all niggas don't know what family means
Bugz watching over our ass
Thats why we still alive know
Knocking yall niggas outta the clubs and shit
Haha! Runyan Av. Baby!
Shady Records!
Where yo' mamma at nigga?

(Swifty McVay)
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?
I roll with a chosen few, and those of you that's behind me
Witness the most potest' ferocious niggas that rhyme
These bitches turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did shit
When you rappin' never mix bussiness up with your friendship
If you lackin' up in this jungle, then what you breathe fo'?
niggas don't love you, you got habits of breaking street codes
Far as static, I automatically get medieval
When I'm after people, then I'll explode you bitches with C-4
These hoe's, have no insurance, bodies get repo'
Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat close
Keepin' .44's where you're hoes are swallowing deep throat
If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep, close
niggas pupils that's what I do, I'm foolish will shoot you
Cuz' I'm coo-coo, But I don't think niggas can take in heat tho'

(Chorus x2)
(Kon Artist)
See I'm a man, and a man's gon' do what he gotta do
And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you
If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do
And be loyal to crew and crew was loyal to you

(Bizarre)
I don't give a fuck, I'm quick to blaze chronic
Smoke on so much green, use twelves and super-sonic 
Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to 'Nuns and Wifes
Now who the fuck want to fight?
Ain't nobody fucking with me, Ain't nobody fucking with the D'
They get beat like a M-P
You heard about Bizarre taking all them drugs
You heard about Proof wil'ing in the clubs
You heard about that nine that Eminem packs
You diss us, you get your fucking face cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and stout, I'll shoot up you're house
Next day, I'll pee in your mouth. .

(Obie Trice)
Aiyyo, loyalty's first, all the bullshit second
I showed you on the record, Cheers to who respect it
Most of these niggas neglect it
Even though it's a known method
From the hectic hood that you slept in
You wanna' be an exception
That's when the weapon is leaving you're half stepping
With that 'caine in you're left hand
Obie from a section that'll stain up you're flesh and
Have you on bare breast
Questionin' you're affection for streets
D-Twizzie no question
One of the best groups that done it
And Obie is their reflection
Lil' homey that know slowly that loyalty is reckin'
D-Twizzie fo' life, Obie Trice is second. .

(Chorus x2)

(Proof)
Which one of you niggas wanna' be ?boltion? bump heads
When I got a passion for clappin'. . .with one hand
Talent's on my roster this mobster's in dump land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the crib without packing my black burner
On some T. Ali rapper to merk a have murder
Incorporated, Hitman Harry is at you're service
Reach for me one more gain' and thats closed
For life as D12, no ice and spreewells
Every night that I chill in, I fight by free-will
Knowing I can be killed
Leaving my group, pieces of proof with a reason to shoot
And a license to kill
We lost Bugz and I'll be damed if we loose another man from our clan
Without forcing our hand
Escorting your family, I'll torture you're granny
For my niggas, I'm on your motherfucking porch with a 'Cammy

(Chorus x2)

(Kuniva + Kon Artis)
Yo its funny how niggas get caught along (and get bombed on)
Knocking teeth in back of your throat (and break your jaw bone)
(I'm on ignorant shit) these niggas is bitch
Pass me a cigarrete quick (shit is finna' get thick)
Yo' man i'll get split (by a brutal and critical hit)
With identical dent (or bullets with identical prints)
I'm wishing you if (you come you're Lutenints a snitch)
You teminant fick (and we know you ain't finna' do shit)
I'll stick with my clique (The Kon Artist Bomb Artist)
Kuniva The Rida' (Shooting through you're fucking Long John garmets)
Dirty Dozen (We deep in the street)
Unbelievable heat, we'll even lay you out in front of the chief of police
Muthafucka'

(Chorus x2)

(Outro)
(Kon Artist)
Yeah! D-Twizzie
D12, Dirty Dozen
Nothing but family up in this muthafucka'
Loyal to everything that we do
You ain't neva' gonna' catch none of us slippin' by ourself
'Cuz we always together
You know what I'm sayin'...
Y'all niggas don't know what family means
Bugz watching over our ass
Thats why we still alive know
Knocking yall niggas outta the clubs and shit
Haha! Runyan Av. Baby!
Shady Records!
Where yo' mamma at nigga?

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Just Like U

작곡:R. Johnson,T Cottrell

D-12

3:32

(Chorus - Bizarre's son?)
Daddy?
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Yes I do
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Yes I do
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Yes I do
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Yes I do

(Verse one - Bizarre)
You don't wanna be just like your daddy.
Pimpin hoes out here drivin caddies.
Runnin round town, fuckin geezers.
Shot's in your ass, catchin diseases.
Son, your daddy got a foul mouth.
For fuckin bitches in they foul mouth.
I can't help it, my group's D12.
All we do is pop pills and stay in jail.
Talkin nasty shit, Bizarre wont stop.
I fuck two twins, with a midget on top.
A sick mind, raping an old lady.
Knowing damn well Bizarre shouldn't have a baby,
All I can teach you, learn how to mac.
Smoke crack, smack a bitch when she talk back.
Matta fact slap your sister she's a slut.
Don't you realize Bizarre don't give a fuck? (Hahaha)

(Chorus - Bizarre's son?)
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Yes I do
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Yes I do
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Yes I do
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Yes I do

(Verse two - Bizarre)
Don't go to school, become a catholic priest.
Sell crack to your auntie Denise.
If auntie Denise is short 40 cent
Make her get on the ground and suck some more dick.
Nas is probably gon hate me.
When Mos Def hear this he probably gon suffocate me.
Why they let Bizarre rap on Hi-Tek track?
All he gon do is talk about whores and smoking crack.
If your wife is pregnant I call her a whore.
Leave her no money and go out on tour.
Nah, I'm playin leave her sumptin. (Hahaha)
I pack a hotdog and a fuckin dirty muffin. (Damn)
You're my son, I'm trynna teach you sumptin.
You're eight years old? It's time to start fuckin.
You know daddy wont give you the wrong advice.
Smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice. (Hahaha)

(Chorus - Bizarre's son?)
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Yes I do
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Yes I do
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Yes I do
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Yes I do
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Yes I do
When I grow up. Yes I do
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Yes I do
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Yes I do

(Outro - Bizarre)
I'm tellin ya all I do is pop pills and stay high.
Tell them bitches to suck my dick.
Aha! I'm prepared. Yeah.
Motherfuckin role model.

(Verse one - Bizarre)
You don't wanna be just like your daddy.
Pimpin hoes out here drivin caddies.
Runnin round town, fuckin geezers.
Shot's in your ass, catchin diseases.
Son, your daddy got a foul mouth.
For fuckin bitches in they foul mouth.
I can't help it, my group's D12.
All we do is pop pills and stay in jail.
Talkin nasty shit, Bizarre wont stop.
I fuck two twins, with a midget on top.
A sick mind, raping an old lady.
Knowing damn well Bizarre shouldn't have a baby,
All I can teach you, learn how to mac.
Smoke crack, smack a bitch when she talk back.
Matta fact slap your sister she's a slut.
Don't you realize Bizarre don't give a fuck? (Hahaha)

(Verse two - Bizarre)
Don't go to school, become a catholic priest.
Sell crack to your auntie Denise.
If auntie Denise is short 40 cent
Make her get on the ground and suck some more dick.
Nas is probably gon hate me.
When Mos Def hear this he probably gon suffocate me.
Why they let Bizarre rap on Hi-Tek track?
All he gon do is talk about whores and smoking crack.
If your wife is pregnant I call her a whore.
Leave her no money and go out on tour.
Nah, I'm playin leave her sumptin. (Hahaha)
I pack a hotdog and a fuckin dirty muffin. (Damn)
You're my son, I'm trynna teach you sumptin.
You're eight years old? It's time to start fuckin.
You know daddy wont give you the wrong advice.
Smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice. (Hahaha)

(Chorus - Bizarre's son?)
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Yes I do
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Yes I do
I wanna be just like
When I grow up.  Yes I do
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Yes I do
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Yes I do
When I grow up. Yes I do
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Yes I do
I wanna be just like
When I grow up. Yes I do

(Outro - Bizarre)
I'm tellin ya all I do is pop pills and stay high.
Tell them bitches to suck my dick.
Aha! I'm prepared. Yeah.
Motherfuckin role model.

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I'Ll Be Damned

작곡:D. Porter,Ondre Moore,R. Johnson,V. Carlisle

D-12

4:22

(Intro - Proof)
Yeeaah! This is DJ Seven Deuce, live at
Club Runyan, where all girls with burgundy hair get in free
G-Unit in da house! What up baby
Performin' live tonight live on stage.. .Captain Save-A-Hoe
and the fabulous Case y'all, stick 'em out y'all
All my Detroit players, let's go!

(Chorus - Kon Artis)
I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games
I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain
I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned
You know all I really wanna do is fuck. I ain't
gon' let a money hungry women set me up
And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned

(Kon Artis)
You gave right, yes I love menage-a-trois
And I got drawers as big as guys's big "wah"
I'm a Trick Daddy nigga, so bitch how you figure
that I wouldn't turn my niggaz on to you when I hit ya
I probably could forget ya if I hadn't been drunk
but choke a dunkadunk, keep my mind on hump
When my mind's on hump to me my .9's in the trunk
and Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I hunt
Not once, twice, but three times the lover
that your man is, and I'm a freak undercover
I got plans for you, trick, I don't need a baby mother
I got five of them motherfuckers tryin' to smother me already
We can't go steady, but you can give me head
Give me that, get the hell out my bed, and leave the shit
My chap lips will cut nipples when breast fed
and on the way, leave the bread with Achman(?)
I'd love for you to stay but I got another date
with a fat chick that eat cake on playskates
She rubbed my funky ass feet and feed me grace
plus my man in the closet ran out of videotape

(Chorus)

(Swift)
I'ma make this one thing clear
Ain't no woman hear gon' ruin my career
All the hell you doin' is pursuin' a dream
that's when you find out that life ain't truly what it seems
All these hoes be lyin', bullshittin' each other
And why the hell Kobe Bryant didn't wear a rubber
He might as well have went and told the hoe that he love her
I'm sure as hell ain't gonna go to court for my mother
or my wife, and my sisters. So motherfuck a mistress
They signin' a contract before these bitches hit this
Never will a woman take me out that way
I keep a RCA camera in there motherfuckin' face

(Chorus)

(Bizarre)
What's your name again? It doesn't matter
My name is Bizzy, a bodygaurd for Mr. Mathers
Sit down girl. Let me get you a drink
I'ma buy you a mink, and rape you in the sink
From day one, I knew you was a hoe
I put a rubber on my toe and fucked you some mo'
Turn around, let me see your nasty ass
Put on a Jason mask while I take off your maxi pads

(Kuniva)
These hoes be on some bullshit. Always tryin' to pull shit
outta they ass. Get mad and put you on blast
Tell 'em bitches how she fucked you
sucked you, put it on you, boned you
Yappin' off with they mouth sayin' she loved you
All on your dick, callin' your phone, spazzin' and shit
Havin' a fit until you feel like callin' it quits
Then she starts callin' your chick
wantin' to fight. Everytime you show up at a gig
she front row with her friends. Flippin' you off
Follow you to the bar, the bathroom
the parkin' lot, to the car, pissin' you off
Until you blackout, now you and the hoe is havin a scrapout
You get locked up for assault and now you asked out

(Chorus)

(Chorus - Kon Artis)
I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games
I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain
I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned
You know all I really wanna do is fuck. I ain't
gon' let a money hungry women set me up
And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck
I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned

(Kon Artis)
You gave right, yes I love menage-a-trois
And I got drawers as big as guys's big "wah"
I'm a Trick Daddy nigga, so bitch how you figure
that I wouldn't turn my niggaz on to you when I hit ya
I probably could forget ya if I hadn't been drunk
but choke a dunkadunk, keep my mind on hump
When my mind's on hump to me my .9's in the trunk
and Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I hunt
Not once, twice, but three times the lover
that your man is, and I'm a freak undercover
I got plans for you, trick, I don't need a baby mother
I got five of them motherfuckers tryin' to smother me already
We can't go steady, but you can give me head
Give me that, get the hell out my bed, and leave the shit
My chap lips will cut nipples when breast fed
and on the way, leave the bread with Achman(?)
I'd love for you to stay but I got another date
with a fat chick that eat cake on playskates
She rubbed my funky ass feet and feed me grace
plus my man in the closet ran out of videotape

(Chorus)

(Swift)
I'ma make this one thing clear
Ain't no woman hear gon' ruin my career
All the hell you doin' is pursuin' a dream
that's when you find out that life ain't truly what it seems
All these hoes be lyin', bullshittin' each other
And why the hell Kobe Bryant didn't wear a rubber
He might as well have went and told the hoe that he love her
I'm sure as hell ain't gonna go to court for my mother
or my wife, and my sisters. So motherfuck a mistress
They signin' a contract before these bitches hit this
Never will a woman take me out that way
I keep a RCA camera in there motherfuckin' face

(Chorus)

(Bizarre)
What's your name again? It doesn't matter
My name is Bizzy, a bodygaurd for Mr. Mathers
Sit down girl. Let me get you a drink
I'ma buy you a mink, and rape you in the sink
From day one, I knew you was a hoe
I put a rubber on my toe and fucked you some mo'
Turn around, let me see your nasty ass
Put on a Jason mask while I take off your maxi pads

(Kuniva)
These hoes be on some bullshit. Always tryin' to pull shit
outta they ass. Get mad and put you on blast
Tell 'em bitches how she fucked you
sucked you, put it on you, boned you
Yappin' off with they mouth sayin' she loved you
All on your dick, callin' your phone, spazzin' and shit
Havin' a fit until you feel like callin' it quits
Then she starts callin' your chick
wantin' to fight. Everytime you show up at a gig
she front row with her friends. Flippin' you off
Follow you to the bar, the bathroom
the parkin' lot, to the car, pissin' you off
Until you blackout, now you and the hoe is havin a scrapout
You get locked up for assault and now you asked out

(Chorus)

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Dude (Skit)

D-12

1:15

[Kuniva]
That shit was off the hook.
That shit was hype ass hell
[Bizarre]
I'm bout to get on that bus dog, bout to get some food.
You wanna go to Em room and holla at him real quick.
[Kuniva]
Hell yea man let go ahead
[Bizarre]
He says he supposed to give some more air time and shit..
[Kuniva]
I hope so, cause them 2 minutes ain't workin.
[Bizarre]
Wassup dawg?
[Security Guard]
Big Proof baby, sup Swifty.
[Bizarre]
Proof? I'm Bizarre.
[Kuniva]
Aye nigga, I'm not Swift, I'm Kuniva dawg.
[Security]
Was goin' on?
[Bizarre]
I need to holla at my man about some studio time
[Security Guard]
Well he in there trying to unwind right now.
[Kuniva]
Aiyo, why you gotta put your hands on me.
What you say?
[Bizarre]
Tryin' to unwinded?
[Security Guard]
Yea you know, relax...you know what I'm saying.
[Kuniva]

Nigga we trying to get some food and shit.
[Bizarre]
There some steak up in there dawg.
[Security Guard]
D12 dressing room right around the corner right there by the bathroom?
Round that way.
[Kuniva]
Nigga we know
[Bizarre]
You tryin' to be funny dawg?
We a group we all together dawg.
Why don't you go holla at him
And tell we out here and then see..
Tell him Bizarre from D12 is out here..
And Kuniva please.
Thank you very much. you thick as muthafucka
[Security]
Yo Em!
[Em]
What dude?!
[Security]
I got bizarre and..wats your name again 'cause.
[Kuniva]
Man fuck you!
Aye man come to fucking door man, why you got this nigga blockin' the
Wind and shit.
Ay Em was sup dawg?!!
[Em]
Dude tell'em I'm getting a massage dude.

My Band

작곡:D. Holton,D. Porter,Luis Resto,Marshall Mathers,Ondre Moore,R. Johnson,S. King,V. Carlisle

D-12

4:59

(Intro)
I don't know, dude ...
I think everybody's all jealous and shit
'Cause, I'm like, the lead singer of a band, dude ...
And I think everybody's got a fuckin' problem with me, dude ...
And they need to take it up with me after the show
Because...

These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
'Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band

Eminem:
So I get off stage right, drop the mic
Walk up to these hot chicks and I'm all like
What's up ladies, my name's Slim Shady
I'm the lead singer in D12, baby
They're all like "Oh my God, it's him
Becky, oh my fuckin' God, it's Eminem
I swear to fuckin' God, dude, you fuckin' rock
Please won't you please let me suck your cock"
And by now the rest of the fellas get jealous
Especially when I drop the beat and do my A Capella's
All the chicks start yellin', all the hot babes
Throw their bras and their shirts and their panties on stage
So like every single night they pick a fight with me
But when we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry
'Cause they're back on stage the next night with me
Dude, I just think you're tryna steal the light from me
Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me
Because I told him Jessica Alba's my wife-to-be
This rock star shit, it's the life for me
And all the other guys just despise me because

These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band

My band, my band
My band, my band
My band, my band
My band, my band
My band, baby yeah!

Swifty: Alright, ok, alright man, give me that mic man, ok, daw...gi...come on..
Eminem: Dude!
Swifty: Give me this mic!
Eminem: Ah, dude?

Swifty:
You just wanna see a nigga backwards, don't you?
Hey dad how come we don't rap off Pro Tools?
Smash these vocals and do a performance
But we in the van and he in a tour bus
You don't want my autograph, yous a liar
And no, I'm Swift ("Oh, I thought you was Kuniva")
What the hell is wrong with that dressing room?
Cause our shit is lookin' smaller than a decimal
See I know how to rap, (uh-huh) it's simple but,
All I did was read a Russell Simmons book
So I'm more intact, tryna get on the map
Doin' jumpin' jacks while get whipped on my back

Kuniva and Kon Artis:
Kuniva: Look at Em, little punk ass, thinkin' he the shit
Kon: Yeah, I know, man, by himself takin' on a flick
Kuniva: Hey, I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue
Eminem: No I had an interview, not you two
Kuniva: You gonna be late for sound check
Kon: Man I ain't goin' to sound check
Kuniva: Man our mics are screwed up
Kon: And his always sound best.. You know what man I'ma say somethin'
Kuniva: Hey yo, Em
Eminem: You got somethin' to say
Kon: Man, nothin'
Kuniva: I thought you 'bout to tell him off, man, what's up
Kon: Man I'ma tell him when I feel like it man shut up. And you ain't even back me up when we supposed to be crew
Kuniva: Man, I was 'bout to talk right after you, I swear
Kon: Man, whatever
Kuniva: I swear man

These chicks don't even know the name of my band,
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands,
'Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man,
All because I'm the lead singer of my band

Proof:
They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not
Went from sold out arenas to amusement parks
How I'm gon' let the world know that Proof is hot
I should cut his mic off when the music starts
(Eminem: Hey yo, what's....)
Ready to snap on a dumb ass fan
Every time I hear
"Hey dude, I love your band"
We ain't a band, bitch, we don't play instruments
So why he get 90 and we only get 10 percent
And these guys actin' funny every area code
(Eminem: Proof, carry my bag)
Bitch, carry your own
Can't make it to the stage, security in my way
("Who the fuck are you? Where's Obie and Dre?!")

Bizarre:
God dammit, I'm sick of this group
Time for me to go solo and make some loot
I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps
'Till Kon Artis, slipped me some crack
Lose Yourself video, I was in the back
Superman video, I was in the back
For the media, I got some suggestions
Fuck Marshall, ask us some questions
Like "Who is D12?" "How we get started?"
"But what about Eminem?"
Bitch, are you retarded
Anyway, I'm the popularest guy in the group
Big ass stomach, bitches think I'm cute
"Hey sexy"
50 told me to do sit-ups to get buff
Did two and a half and couldn't get up (Uhh!)
Fuck D12, I'm outta this band
I'm 'bout start a group with the real Roxanne

Eminem:
Girl why can't you see you're the only one for me
And it just tears my ass apart to know that you don't know my name

Man, fuck this
These chicks don't even know the name of my band (ha ha)
But they all on me like they wanna hold hands (Fuck Marshall)
Cause once I blow I know that I'll be the man (yeah)
All because I'm the lead singer......
My Band
My Band (The Band)
My Band (Our Band)
My Band (The Band)
My Band (You Man)
My Band (You Man)
My Band (Roxanne)
My Band (Shantan)
My Band (Lets do it)

The hottest boy band in the world....D12!

Eminem:
I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girls to take off their underpants
I'm the lead singer of my band, my salsa
Makes all the pretty girls want to dance
My salsa (wooo ohhh), look out for my next single, it's called "My Salsa"
My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
And take off their underpants
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
And take off their underpants, my salsa

Where'd everybody go?

These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
'Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band

Eminem:
So I get off stage right, drop the mic
Walk up to these hot chicks and I'm all like
What's up ladies, my name's Slim Shady
I'm the lead singer in D12, baby
They're all like "Oh my God, it's him
Becky, oh my fuckin' God, it's Eminem
I swear to fuckin' God, dude, you fuckin' rock
Please won't you please let me suck your cock"
And by now the rest of the fellas get jealous
Especially when I drop the beat and do my A Capella's
All the chicks start yellin', all the hot babes
Throw their bras and their shirts and their panties on stage
So like every single night they pick a fight with me
But when we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry
'Cause they're back on stage the next night with me
Dude, I just think you're tryna steal the light from me
Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me
Because I told him Jessica Alba's my wife-to-be
This rock star shit, it's the life for me
And all the other guys just despise me because

These chicks don't even know the name of my band
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands
Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man
All because I'm the lead singer of my band

My band, my band
My band, my band
My band, my band
My band, my band
My band, baby yeah!

Swifty: Alright, ok,  alright man, give me that mic man, ok, daw...gi...come on..
Eminem: Dude!
Swifty: Give me this mic!
Eminem: Ah, dude?

Swifty:
You just wanna see a nigga backwards, don't you?
Hey dad how come we don't rap off Pro Tools?
Smash these vocals and do a performance
But we in the van and he in a tour bus
You don't want my autograph, yous a liar
And no, I'm Swift ("Oh, I thought you was Kuniva")
What the hell is wrong with that dressing room?
Cause our shit is lookin' smaller than a decimal
See I know how to rap, (uh-huh) it's simple but,
All I did was read a Russell Simmons book
So I'm more intact, tryna get on the map
Doin' jumpin' jacks while get whipped on my back

Kuniva and Kon Artis:
Kuniva: Look at Em, little punk ass, thinkin' he the shit
Kon: Yeah, I know, man, by himself takin' on a flick
Kuniva: Hey, I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue
Eminem: No I had an interview, not you two
Kuniva: You gonna be late for sound check
Kon: Man I ain't goin' to sound check
Kuniva: Man our mics are screwed up
Kon: And his always sound best.. You know what man I'ma say somethin'
Kuniva: Hey yo, Em
Eminem: You got somethin' to say
Kon: Man, nothin'
Kuniva: I thought you 'bout to tell him off, man, what's up
Kon: Man I'ma tell him when I feel like it man shut up. And you ain't even back me up when we supposed to be crew
Kuniva: Man, I was 'bout to talk right after you, I swear
Kon: Man, whatever
Kuniva: I swear man

These chicks don't even know the name of my band,
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands,
'Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man,
All because I'm the lead singer of my band

Proof:
They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not
Went from sold out arenas to amusement parks
How I'm gon' let the world know that Proof is hot
I should cut his mic off when the music starts
(Eminem: Hey yo, what's....)
Ready to snap on a dumb ass fan
Every time I hear
"Hey dude, I love your band"
We ain't a band, bitch, we don't play instruments
So why he get 90 and we only get 10 percent
And these guys actin' funny every area code
(Eminem: Proof, carry my bag)
Bitch, carry your own
Can't make it to the stage, security in my way
("Who the fuck are you? Where's Obie and Dre?!")

Bizarre:
God dammit, I'm sick of this group
Time for me to go solo and make some loot
I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps
'Till Kon Artis, slipped me some crack
Lose Yourself video, I was in the back
Superman video, I was in the back
For the media, I got some suggestions
Fuck Marshall, ask us some questions
Like "Who is D12?" "How we get started?"
"But what about Eminem?"
Bitch, are you retarded
Anyway, I'm the popularest guy in the group
Big ass stomach, bitches think I'm cute
"Hey sexy"
50 told me to do sit-ups to get buff
Did two and a half and couldn't get up (Uhh!)
Fuck D12, I'm outta this band
I'm 'bout start a group with the real Roxanne

Eminem:
Girl why can't you see you're the only one for me
And it just tears my ass apart to know that you don't know my name

Man, fuck this
These chicks don't even know the name of my band (ha ha)
But they all on me like they wanna hold hands (Fuck Marshall)
Cause once I blow I know that I'll be the man (yeah)
All because I'm the lead singer......
My Band
My Band (The Band)
My Band (Our Band)
My Band (The Band)
My Band (You Man)
My Band (You Man)
My Band (Roxanne)
My Band (Shantan)
My Band (Lets do it)

The hottest boy band in the world....D12!

Eminem:
I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girls to take off their underpants
I'm the lead singer of my band, my salsa
Makes all the pretty girls want to dance
My salsa (wooo ohhh), look out for my next single, it's called "My Salsa"
My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
And take off their underpants
My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance
And take off their underpants, my salsa

Where'd everybody go?

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U R The One

작곡:D. Holton,D. Porter,M. Elizondo,M. Richardson,Ondre Moore,R. Johnson,V. Carlisle

D-12

4:20

(Kon Artis - Chorus)
Now out of all the women in the place ooo
you got me starin' at your pretty face.ooo
And with that body I could truly say that ooo
u r the one, u r the one, u r the one, ooh oooh.
Amazed by the way that you shake them hips ooo,
shakin' your ass off on my dick ooo
I get aroused by them sexy lips cause ooo
u r the one, u r the one, u r the one that can dooo

(Swift)
And you wonder why I call you everyday of the week,
and have that operator breakin' on your line when you speak.
And I can say that I'ma make you mine in a blink.
You nominated just for your behind and I'm game,
you a thug with your best of friend, mud-wrestlin'.
Sittin' in the corner with a mug and a cup of gin.
See me lookin' for you when you win in a pen,
see I hug you dirty. You confronting me for flirtin'?
You wanted me so suddenly, my company's a burden,
but I won't jump a balcony, and how can I be hurtin'.
I'm just playin' wit you and it's workin'.
Your friend's can't save you, they fakin' like they nurses.

(Bizarre)
First time I saw you, up in them guests,
you the only reason I use Federal Express.
Shit, I don't be havin' no packages. Naw,
I'm getting dressers, lamps, and big matresses.
I go crazy when I smell your odor.
I just want to pick you up, and take you to Pan-De-Rosa.
Steak and potatoes, whatever you want.
I'll register the buffet, my publics cheques then come.
You don't care about D12, you don't know about Bizarre.
All you know that I'm weird and I wear a wonder-bra.
That's fine, I just wanna make you mine.
niggas say you a 3, I think you a dime.

(Chorus)

(Proof)
I love the way yo' body grindin', gettin' all in my face
Only thing on your mind is which wallet to raid
Your ass looks so perfect with your thong on your waist
built like a stallion, you belong in a race
Get money by the barrel, King Kong in the place
Movie and a dinner, that's as long as I wait
Hey, I ain't on your ear off, talkin' dates
Got you dizzy off D-twizzy, you ain't walkin' straight
Got a roomy, bring your booty, and lets cultivate.
You so pretty, love them titties, they soft and fake.
Bring your friends, "Damn your skin smell like coffeecake."
Yo meet me at the place when you get off at eight.

(Kuniva)
The way you move have got me buggin' out.
And you quick to take off your jacket and slug it out,
we thug it out. Pourin' 40's out and give each other death. In fact,
we both hate goin' out, we both hate small gats.
You the truth I'm for real yo I love you to death.
And if we break up, I'ma stalk you and bug you to death.
Till you scared to leave the house because you know I'm in the bushes.
We went from hugs and kisses into shoves and pushes.
Tis all love, take it and stride, I'm only jokin' wit you.
I don't get down like that, you know I'd never hit you.
But yet and still if I ever feel I'm about to,
I'll gently grab the shoulders and shake the shit out ya girl!!!

(Chorus)

(Kon Artis)
I take a light skinned, dark skinned, short and black,
attitude sassy and they ass is fat.
Corporate suburb when you could be a classy rat.
Louis Votton cost to much to have a bag to match.
Girl forget all that, I'm gettin' rich off rap,
and you could be my aid in all as long as you got my back.
Seditary, there's entrepreneurs, and that's a fact.
And your birthday's seven days after mine, correct?
Well that's two things that we got in common, baby.
Hope there ain't a problem that I'm involved in Shady.
Cause come next year, I will not be datin',
cause my plan's to be with your stinkin' ass OK?

(Swift)
And you wonder why I call you everyday of the week,
and have that operator breakin' on your line when you speak.
And I can say that I'ma make you mine in a blink.
You nominated just for your behind and I'm game,
you a thug with your best of friend, mud-wrestlin'.
Sittin' in the corner with a mug and a cup of gin.
See me lookin' for you when you win in a pen,
see I hug you dirty. You confronting me for flirtin'?
You wanted me so suddenly, my company's a burden,
but I won't jump a balcony, and how can I be hurtin'.
I'm just playin' wit you and it's workin'.
Your friend's can't save you, they fakin' like they nurses.

(Bizarre)
First time I saw you, up in them guests,
you the only reason I use Federal Express.
Shit, I don't be havin' no packages. Naw,
I'm getting dressers, lamps, and big matresses.
I go crazy when I smell your odor.
I just want to pick you up, and take you to Pan-De-Rosa.
Steak and potatoes, whatever you want.
I'll register the buffet, my publics cheques then come.
You don't care about D12, you don't know about Bizarre.
All you know that I'm weird and I wear a wonder-bra.
That's fine, I just wanna make you mine.
niggas say you a 3, I think you a dime.

(Chorus)

(Proof)
I love the way yo' body grindin', gettin' all in my face 
Only thing on your mind is which wallet to raid
Your ass looks so perfect with your thong on your waist 
built like a stallion, you belong in a race 
Get money by the barrel, King Kong in the place
Movie and a dinner, that's as long as I wait 
Hey, I ain't on your ear off, talkin' dates 
Got you dizzy off D-twizzy, you ain't walkin' straight
Got a roomy, bring your booty, and lets cultivate.
You so pretty, love them titties, they soft and fake.
Bring your friends, "Damn your skin smell like coffeecake."
Yo meet me at the place when you get off at eight.

(Kuniva)
The way you move have got me buggin' out.
And you quick to take off your jacket and slug it out,
we thug it out. Pourin' 40's out and give each other death. In fact,
we both hate goin' out, we both hate small gats.
You the truth I'm for real yo I love you to death.
And if we break up, I'ma stalk you and bug you to death.
Till you scared to leave the house because you know I'm in the bushes.
We went from hugs and kisses into shoves and pushes.
Tis all love, take it and stride, I'm only jokin' wit you.
I don't get down like that, you know I'd never hit you.
But yet and still if I ever feel I'm about to,
I'll gently grab the shoulders and shake the shit out ya girl!!!

(Chorus)

(Kon Artis)
I take a light skinned, dark skinned, short and black,
attitude sassy and they ass is fat.
Corporate suburb when you could be a classy rat.
Louis Votton cost to much to have a bag to match.
Girl forget all that, I'm gettin' rich off rap,
and you could be my aid in all as long as you got my back.
Seditary, there's entrepreneurs, and that's a fact.
And your birthday's seven days after mine, correct?
Well that's two things that we got in common, baby.
Hope there ain't a problem that I'm involved in Shady.
Cause come next year, I will not be datin',
cause my plan's to be with your stinkin' ass OK?

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6 In The Morning

작곡:D. Porter,Luis Resto,Marshall Mathers,Ondre Moore,V. Carlisle

D-12

4:38

(Eminem)
Good mornin
Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up
You with us or what?
Well come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleepin on my roof bitch!

For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped
Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets ass squished
I just can't get past these little pissants
That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad
And they so mad they can't stand it
Cause we can and they can't spit (Haawk)
And they can't handle it like a man
And that's when it just happens
And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't crap is it?
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion
Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic
Cause I'm tellin you right now your not gonna like it
Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me
You poke a stick at a pit bull you get bit B
These words stick to you like crazy glue
When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty!
I'm the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!)
I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me?

(Chorus: Eminem)
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an

(Swifty)
Its in the media pitted me of a beef starter
In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one
Fuck slugs I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun
Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious
In a house full of dog shit,
I'ma gothic death project, you stop breathin
You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin
It ain't about what you readin
When you meet me better speak like a season's greetins
Either that or we'll be beefin free when
You niggaz need a 'E' just to speak shit!
Your leader is a botique bitch
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret
Nigga I did it from a mind of a mental patient
When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan
You brave?

(Chorus: Eminem)
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an

(Kuniva)
Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like us
But so what this beef is like
'What the fuck did he say in his rap Em?'
I can see that he's just a punk
I mean these niggaz squeeze on me
Please I'm seeing guts
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out them white to fight you
In front of every reporter that I don't like
No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write
So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT!"
I might as well give this up like heavy sales
And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt
We can't self destruct
I've never felt it this much
Come on fellas, get up
We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life

(Kon Artis)
I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith
Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick
We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them G's
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze
I can't believe you speaking on movin key's
But every time we hear you kick it
The only thing you sellin is wolf tickets
I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut sack
So when they bust you better bust back
And get your guts clapped outa your stomach
And when they want it (yeah)
I bring a hundred niggas from runave
So get your gun and if you comin

(Chorus: Eminem)
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an

(Eminem)
Good mornin
Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up
You with us or what?
Well come on then, you know what time it is
Stop sleepin on my roof bitch!

For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped
Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets ass squished
I just can't get past these little pissants
That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad
And they so mad they can't stand it
Cause we can and they can't spit (Haawk)
And they can't handle it like a man
And that's when it just happens
And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't crap is it?
Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit
Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion 
Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin 
Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now
But it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic
Cause I'm tellin you right now your not gonna like it
Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me
You poke a stick at a pit bull you get bit B
These words stick to you like crazy glue
When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty!
I'm the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone
Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!)
I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me?

(Chorus: Eminem)
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an

(Swifty)
Its in the media pitted me of a beef starter
In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one
Fuck slugs I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun
Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run
The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious
In a house full of dog shit, 
I'ma gothic death project, you stop breathin 
You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin
It ain't about what you readin
When you meet me better speak like a season's greetins
Either that or we'll be beefin free when 
You niggaz need a 'E' just to speak shit!
Your leader is a botique bitch
Keep the heater where you can reach quick
I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret
Nigga I did it from a mind of a mental patient
When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan
You brave?

(Chorus: Eminem)
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an

(Kuniva)
Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like us
But so what this beef is like 
'What the fuck did he say in his rap Em?'
I can see that he's just a punk 
I mean these niggaz squeeze on me 
Please I'm seeing guts
I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks
Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out them white to fight you 
In front of every reporter that I don't like
No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write
So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT!" 
I might as well give this up like heavy sales
And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt 
We can't self destruct
I've never felt it this much
Come on fellas, get up
We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life

(Kon Artis)
I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip
I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith
Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick
We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit
You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them G's
But the only thing you shoot is the breeze
I can't believe you speaking on movin key's
But every time we hear you kick it 
The only thing you sellin is wolf tickets
I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut sack
So when they bust you better bust back 
And get your guts clapped outa your stomach
And when they want it (yeah)
I bring a hundred niggas from runave
So get your gun and if you comin

(Chorus: Eminem)
Come on an everybody come on an
Kick your shoes off motherfuckers come on an
Cause we get it on an till the break of dawn an
Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit yawnin
Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin
So have sing along with the words to the song an
If you don't know the words an you can't sing along an
Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin join in
Everybody come on an

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How Come

작곡:B. Johnson,D. Holton,D. Porter,Marshall Mathers,Ondre Moore

D-12

4:10

So i changed huh? You got a phone, pick it up, call me!

How come we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin′ now
After all the years we been down
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can′t be true
We family aint a damn thing changed, unless it′s you!

we were so young, so full of life and vivrance side by side wherever you was ridin i went
So close, almost on some Bonnie and Clyde shit
When ronnie died you was right by my side with a sholder to cry on
A tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear i cried inside it
You even had the same type of childhood i did
Sometimes i just wanna know why is it that you surcame to yours
And mine i survived it, you ran the streets, i 9 to 5′d it
We grew up, grew apart, as time went by us, then i blew up
To both yours and mine surprises
Now i feel the vibe i just cant describe it
As much as your pride tries to hide it
Your cold, you touch its just like ice
In your eyes is the look of resentment
I can sense it, and i dont like it

How come we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin′ now
After all the years we been down
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can′t be true
We family aint a damn thing changed, unless it′s you!

It was my dream at first to be on spittin a verse
On my own album with a deal but shit got worse
So i came out i woulda killed a nigga first
Before i let him disrespect me and check me over some worst
Some bitch that i wasnt with i would hit her then quit
But you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the shit
I told you dont get involved wit her, you was smokin the chron with her
Comin out of the bar with her stumblin half drunk
Like yall was husband and wife or somethin
But me catchin her fuckin other niggers musta hurt you pride or somethin
Cuz you went off at the mouth with people like you wanted with me
When all i tried to do was show your bitch was shifty
And ever since the fans and all the shit that i produced
You actin like i aint ya man and lyin like she can′t be loose
But i am really you friend, i′m jus trying to tell you the truth
Dont hate the game or the player
The one that is changing is you

How come we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin′ now
After all the years we been down
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can′t be true
We family aint a damn thing changed, unless it′s you!

Its gettin only at the top cuz my homie had to stop
Now we actin like i gotta live only for the block
And homies in the hood only see me on the tube
So they gossip on the porch get to speakin all rude
Fools i used to rap with all expect magic
Like my finger get to snappin and *poof* it just happen
But PROOF is just actin out the part he was thrown
Shady made it so my babys aint starvin at home
See the devil in you grin since the ghetto we been friends
Forever real intelligence thats forever till the end
I keep the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lies
Aint wastin my times with these snakes in disguise
(how come)when you talk its with bitter respite
And (how come) it′s my fault for what you did with your life
And everytime i go to hear you and play you look away
We barely embrace, you can′t even look me in my face.

How come we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin′ now
After all the years we been down
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can′t be true
We family aint a damn thing changed, UNLESS IT′S YOU!

So i changed huh? You got a phone, pick it up, call me!

How come we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin′ now
After all the years we been down
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can′t be true
We family aint a damn thing changed, unless it′s you!

we were so young, so full of life and vivrance side by side wherever you was ridin i went
So close, almost on some Bonnie and Clyde shit
When ronnie died you was right by my side with a sholder to cry on
A tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear i cried inside it
You even had the same type of childhood i did
Sometimes i just wanna know why is it that you surcame to yours
And mine i survived it, you ran the streets, i 9 to 5′d it
We grew up, grew apart, as time went by us, then i blew up
To both yours and mine surprises
Now i feel the vibe i just cant describe it
As much as your pride tries to hide it
Your cold, you touch its just like ice
In your eyes is the look of resentment
I can sense it, and i dont like it

It was my dream at first to be on spittin a verse
On my own album with a deal but shit got worse
So i came out i woulda killed a nigga first
Before i let him disrespect me and check me over some worst
Some bitch that i wasnt with i would hit her then quit
But you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the shit
I told you dont get involved wit her, you was smokin the chron with her
Comin out of the bar with her stumblin half drunk
Like yall was husband and wife or somethin
But me catchin her fuckin other niggers musta hurt you pride or somethin
Cuz you went off at the mouth with people like you wanted with me
When all i tried to do was show your bitch was shifty
And ever since the fans and all the shit that i produced
You actin like i aint ya man and lyin like she can′t be loose
But i am really you friend, i′m jus trying to tell you the truth
Dont hate the game or the player
The one that is changing is you

Its gettin only at the top cuz my homie had to stop
Now we actin like i gotta live only for the block
And homies in the hood only see me on the tube
So they gossip on the porch get to speakin all rude
Fools i used to rap with all expect magic
Like my finger get to snappin and *poof* it just happen
But PROOF is just actin out the part he was thrown
Shady made it so my babys aint starvin at home
See the devil in you grin since the ghetto we been friends
Forever real intelligence thats forever till the end
I keep the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lies
Aint wastin my times with these snakes in disguise
(how come)when you talk its with bitter respite
And (how come) it′s my fault for what you did with your life
And everytime i go to hear you and play you look away
We barely embrace, you can′t even look me in my face.

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10.

Leave Dat Boy Alone

작곡:Andy Thelusma,D. Porter,Luis Resto,Marshall Mathers,Ondre Moore,V. Carlisle

D-12

5:23

(Chorus: Eminem)
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

(Bridge x2)

Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Better leave that boy alone
Cuz you dont want to get that boy goin

(Verse 1: Swift)
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

(Chorus)

(Verse 2: Kon Artist)
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

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Kuniva)
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.

(Chorus)

(Bridge)

(Outro)
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
D12
Dem there boys are hot to death

(Chorus: Eminem) 
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

(Bridge x2)

Better leave that boy alone 
Better leave that boy alone 
Better leave that boy alone 
Cuz you dont want to get that boy goin

(Verse 1: Swift) 
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

(Chorus)

(Verse 2: Kon Artist) 
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

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Kuniva) 
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.

(Chorus)

(Bridge)

(Outro) 
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 
D12 
Dem there boys are hot to death

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11.

Get My Gun

작곡:D. Holton,D. Porter,Luis Resto,Marshall Mathers,Ondre Moore,R. Johnson,S. King,V. Carlisle

D-12

4:35

(Eminem)
I'm gonna get my gun!

(Interlude)
Eminem: This motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
Kon Artist: Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?
Eminem: I got something for his ass.
Kon Artist: Calm Down
Eminem: No YOU Calm Down!
Kon Artist: Man. . what's you're problem?
Eminem: Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!?
Kon Artist: Man, he wasn't poppin' shit.
Eminem: You heard him he was poppin' them shit
Kon Artist: What shit?
Eminem: That shit! You heard him!
Kon Artist: He asked for your autograph!

(Swifty McVay)
A mass murderer pack burners to blast further then you can get
My shit be shooting threw bricks
I mix anything togetha, I done guillotine a nigga
Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta
I'll be severin' heads, i'm in everyones nightmare
A nigga that can never ever be scared of the feds
And the niggas that'll fuck with you
Stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do
Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk, you're soft
Get you're balls blew off, from a sawdof , Fa' raw dawg?
Crazier then all yall , what you like the navy when i'm angry
You'll never catch me hanging in a lops car
All I have is thought of, breathing evil
Desert Eagle's will eat threw people
When I see you i'mma heat you're beef slow
Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and. .

(Chours)
(Eminem)
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
This motherfucker's poppin' that shit
Nah fuck that i'll be right back
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Nah motherfucker fuck you
You ain't disrespecting me like that
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch how you like that?
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice one, bitch this is my gat
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!

(Kuniva)
I bring it to niggas looking as if they want trouble
I send they body flippin' around like a stunt double
Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckin'
I'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckin'
Squat under trucks and screaming "that niggas bluffin'"
I cuff my nuts while cussing "don't trust him"
I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My nigga Big I and Mal' lettin' the heat blow
Heat sleep hoes got in you're neepo
'Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws
You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders
You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny boulders
A grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feeling frogish, you leap bitch
My car is right across the street bitch and . . (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)

(Proof)
My whole outfit count clips
Get you're house lit the fuck up
You're spouse shit, and you're mouse clip
Betta' watch miscountliss, slugs imma send
Watch you hollow when the hollow tips go threw you're skin
I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz i'mma see him
When I cock back might put the door on you're friends
Make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin
Ain't going no were like the drugs outta Kim
I'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb
Get a eye full of lid when I slight you're lights out
With a street cleaner, whipe you're life out
Bullets know at you're ears, like a Tyson fight bout
Fuck the night clout, guns, clips...(I'M GONNA GET MY...)
Fuck that run bitch!
Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know me
?Aint no probably be home lonley?

(Chours fades to background music)
(Eminem)
Dumbass motherfuckers allways gotta come to me with some dumb shit!
. . .Fucking. . . I don't told this motherfucker. .
Wassup bitch!? Autograph this!. . .oh shit
(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)

I'm trying to pull the trigger but its stuck!...FUCK!
My shit is all jammed up!...UGH!
C'mon you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing, mother-fucking piece of shit, shoot...AH!
Yeah!, wattup bitch!? say that shit again!
Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it, ricocheted back in his shin
Went threw his bitch on his way back, hit his friend
Payback homie, don't play that shit is spin
To be on I told you to leave this shit alone
Or...(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN)
And it's a shame i'm to drunk to even aim
Denaun stept in the way and I shot him in his leg
Its like . . .

(Kon Artist)
It;s like Bang, Bang, Bang, nigga, Pow, Pow, Pow
Everybody busting rounds like they "Ra',Ra',Ra'"
But when you seee me in the street I be like wassup now?
They bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down (Chill out man)
Fuck that I got a bone to pick
You said it then have settle like some grown man shit
Then me and you could talk about our problems couldn't we?
Shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously
I guess not, you wanna' resort to the heater
So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
Step in between us and get shot
?But get seperated with the squeaza?
You aint ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to play with!

(Chours)

(Bizarre)
Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of speghetti
Its been one hour and bitch my photo's aint ready
Picture's of my dog and my family reunion
It's been two hours and my fucking days ruined
Hey "Kate" do you wanna get raped?
Have my pictures on fucking Philips 38
That's why I don't be fucking battle rapping
'Cuz everytime I loose, this is what the fuck happens (Gun shots)
Back to these pictures I was trying to get developed
This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn't let him
I'm ready to blow this bitches brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some shit came out
Times up, shot her with a gun
Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run
And all this crazy shit I, regret it. . .
All because I wanted to see Elton John naked

(Eminem)
I'm gonna get my gun!

(Interlude)
Eminem: This motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
Kon Artist: Em, Em, what the fuck you doing man?
Eminem: I got something for his ass.
Kon Artist: Calm Down
Eminem: No YOU Calm Down!
Kon Artist: Man. . what's you're problem?
Eminem: Fuck that! The motherfucker want's to pop shit to me!?
Kon Artist: Man, he wasn't poppin' shit.
Eminem: You heard him he was poppin' them shit
Kon Artist: What shit?
Eminem: That shit! You heard him!
Kon Artist: He asked for your autograph!

(Swifty McVay)
A mass murderer pack burners to blast further then you can get
My shit be shooting threw bricks
I mix anything togetha, I done guillotine a nigga
Keep it heated, I pop clips with 17 or betta
I'll be severin' heads, i'm in everyones nightmare
A nigga that can never ever be scared of the feds
And the niggas that'll fuck with you
Stab and brass knuckle you
Then have you in the public, theres nothing that you can do
Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk, you're soft
Get you're balls blew off, from a sawdof , Fa' raw dawg?
Crazier then all yall , what you like the navy when i'm angry
You'll never catch me hanging in a lops car
All I have is thought of, breathing evil
Desert Eagle's will eat threw people 
When I see you i'mma heat you're beef slow
Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and. .

(Chours)
(Eminem)
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
This motherfucker's poppin' that shit 
Nah fuck that i'll be right back
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Nah motherfucker fuck you
You ain't disrespecting me like that
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch how you like that?
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!
Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped
Nice one, bitch this is my gat
I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!

(Kuniva)
I bring it to niggas looking as if they want trouble
I send they body flippin' around like a stunt double
Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, buckin'
I'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, duckin'
Squat under trucks and screaming "that niggas bluffin'"
I cuff my nuts while cussing "don't trust him"
I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico
My nigga Big I and Mal' lettin' the heat blow
Heat sleep hoes got in you're neepo
'Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws
You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try
Pistol whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders
You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny boulders
A grimey older cab will leave you with a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feeling frogish, you leap bitch
My car is right across the street bitch and . . (I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)

(Proof)
My whole outfit count clips
Get you're house lit the fuck up
You're spouse shit, and you're mouse clip
Betta' watch miscountliss, slugs imma send
Watch you hollow when the hollow tips go threw you're skin
I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz i'mma see him
When I cock back might put the door on you're friends
Make a run, gotta him, bust a slug on his chin
Ain't going no were like the drugs outta Kim
I'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb
Get a eye full of lid when I slight you're lights out
With a street cleaner, whipe you're life out
Bullets know at you're ears, like a Tyson fight bout
Fuck the night clout, guns, clips...(I'M GONNA GET MY...)
Fuck that run bitch! 
Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know me
?Aint no probably be home lonley?

(Chours fades to background music)
(Eminem)
Dumbass motherfuckers allways gotta come to me with some dumb shit!
. . .Fucking. . . I don't told this motherfucker. .
Wassup bitch!? Autograph this!. . .oh shit
(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN!)

I'm trying to pull the trigger but its stuck!...FUCK!
My shit is all jammed up!...UGH!
C'mon you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing, mother-fucking piece of shit, shoot...AH!
Yeah!, wattup bitch!? say that shit again!
Shot the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it, ricocheted back in his shin
Went threw his bitch on his way back, hit his friend
Payback homie, don't play that shit is spin
To be on I told you to leave this shit alone
Or...(I'M GONNA GET MY GUN)
And it's a shame i'm to drunk to even aim
Denaun stept in the way and I shot him in his leg
Its like . . .

(Kon Artist)
It;s like Bang, Bang, Bang, nigga, Pow, Pow, Pow
Everybody busting rounds like they "Ra',Ra',Ra'"
But when you seee me in the street I be like wassup now?
They bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down (Chill out man)
Fuck that I got a bone to pick
You said it then have settle like some grown man shit
Then me and you could talk about our problems couldn't we?
Shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously
I guess not, you wanna' resort to the heater
So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
Step in between us and get shot
?But get seperated with the squeaza?
You aint ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to play with!

(Chours)

(Bizarre)
Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of speghetti
Its been one hour and bitch my photo's aint ready
Picture's of my dog and my family reunion
It's been two hours and my fucking days ruined
Hey "Kate" do you wanna get raped?
Have my pictures on fucking Philips 38
That's why I don't be fucking battle rapping
'Cuz everytime I loose, this is what the fuck happens (Gun shots)
Back to these pictures I was trying to get developed
This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn't let him
I'm ready to blow this bitches brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some shit came out
Times up, shot her with a gun
Got on my cell phone and called Rev. Run
And all this crazy shit I, regret it. . .
All because I wanted to see Elton John naked

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12.

Bizarre (Skit)

D-12

1:22

[bizarre]man did you see that hoe with them big tities?
[kuniva]yo nigga what's goin on fool?
[bizarre]whatup my nigga?
[kuniva]nuttin man, yo, this is my girl right here sind right here
[kuniva]sind this is bizarre I was tellin you about
[kuniva]that's my nigga
[kuniva]yo look I'm bout to run in the store and get some forties and a coupla blunts
[kuniva]man you why don't you go to the store with me
[bizarre]all right
[kuniva]all right bet, I'll be back in a little bit nigga
[bizarre]aight my nigga

(music start playin in the background "bizarre's gonna rape ya")

[sind]so how long you been on eminem
[bizarre]eminem? shit I don't know eminem, I'm just in town for this little jazz festival and shit
[bizarre]you know, something on the side
[bizarre]yo can I get you some sparkling water and shit? you want some water?
[sind]no, no, no thanks

[bizarre]how about some pig feet
[sind]naw, I'm straight, I'm ready to smoke
[sind]damn, what's takin the kuniva so long?

*bizarre farts*

[sind]no the f**k you didn't!
[bizarre]girl chill out that shit came from my soul
[bizarre]f**k that shit you better out dead youknowwhatimsayin
[bizarre]and I want you to give me a little kiss though

*bizarre farts again*

[sind]a kiss? kiss you where?
[bizarre]all right I'm a tell you, I'm a tell you, i'ma tell you in your ear

(music stops)

[bizarre]on my booty

13.

Bitch

작곡:D. Holton,D. Porter,Luis Resto,Marshall Mathers,Ondre Moore,R. Johnson,V. Carlisle

D-12

4:57

[Bizarre]
We got something for the bitches!!!

[Intro - Eminem]
Aha, these bitches always be all... giggling and shit (come on BITCH)
But they get mad when their favorite song don't come on in the club (get em')
Catch an attitude and shit (come on BITCH, come on BITCH)
So we got one for them, it goes like this (BITCH, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH)

[Eminem]
We wrote a song for the hoes, you like to hear it, here it goes
A little something you probably won't hear on your radios
So when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows
And if I'm talking too fast it just means you're listening too slow
And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, BITCH
Ju jah jah jah dah du ju jah, you just made me mess up, BITCH
Blibiri babiler blabber, it don't matter, I'm just blabbering
Like you understand what I'm saying anyway
I'm just traveling in one ear and I'm out the other
You're so fucking drunk all you hear is the beat and the beat
I could be saying anything, just get ya ass on the floor
Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before
Baby and shake that ass like a whore

[Hook: Eminem (Kon Artis)]
Yeah, I'm talkin to you, BITCH! (Get up and dance, BITCH!)
Wiggle that ass, BITCH! (Yeah that's it, bitch
Yeah, I called you a BITCH, BITCH!)
What you going to do about it, BITCH?
Sit there and cry like a little BITCH? BITCH!
(Get up and dance BITCH) Wiggle that ass BITCH
(You little trash, BITCH! Yeah, that's it
Yeah, I called you a trash, BITCH!) Not trailer trash, SWITCH!
Take the person you with and exchange partner, BITCH!

[Swifty]
Tell me that it ain't no hanging, and fuck calling home
Until you look at me, before you answer the phone
When I flee, your ass can get naked and be as free
As you wanna be freak, but I'm taking the key with me
You ain't gonna get shit, so don't even ask
Disrespect my wishes (BITCH!) I'll beat your ass!
Watch me coming home full, eating half of your doggy bag
And I leave laughing, while you calling me on the rag
I'm the type that might cut off the lights when I hit
And before she cut them on, Kuniva already (SWITCHED!)
Your ass ain't even riding with Swift unless you're hoeing
When I'm done, I'll throw you out and ask you where you going

[Bizarre]
Ho ain't the only thing you call a girl
Slut, Tramp (oh, how you doing, Cheryl?)
Ever since I was eight, I been starting to hate
I said fuck the Hoes, and started eating cheese cake
Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberries and grapes
Damn, that sounds great, hold on wait (Bizzy!)
Okay, back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that
Give me stitches, a fucking half Indian chick, sucked my dick
This time tomorrow, I won't remember shit
Got respect for a player, got on snoop gators
And they ain't now and laters, bitch

[Hook]

[Kon Artis] Hey, baby, what's up with you?
[Dina Rae] Hey!
[Kuniva] Ayo, your man here with you?
[Dina Rae] Nope
[Kuniva] Nah, you single, I can tell
[Kon Artis] You came with them hoes, didn't you?
[Dina Rae] Huh?
[Kuniva] No, he meant friends girl, excuse him, it's the liquor
[Dina Rae] Hahahaha
[Kon Artis] Ayo, let's get this party cracking! These bitches ain't got bitches!
[Kuniva] Damn, now you know he didn't mean that
[Dina Rae] Come on, you seen that
[Kon Artis] She all whining and shit, get this bitch a Kleenex
[Dina Rae] What did he say?
[Kuniva] Nothing, he said you seem stressed
[Kon Artis] Naw, you gots a big butt
[Dina Rae] Huh?
[Kuniva] And you wearing your nice dress
[Dina Rae] Cause I was gonna say
[Kon Artis] Oh, you wasn't gonna say shit
[Dina Rae] Excuse me?
[Kuniva] He said Michael Jackson just got another face lift!
[Dina Rae] Oh!
[Kon Artis] Dumb ho
[Dina Rae] Nigga!
[Kuniva] No, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight
[Kon Artis] Bitch, what up though? Just fuck for a buck, do something strange for change
Or make me holla for a dolla, just hop in the range
[Kuniva] (Shh, shit, shut up nigga, no, shut up)
[Dina Rae] Man, fuck both of y'all niggas
[Kuniva] See I was trying to be polite, stank ass trick
[Kon Artis] Oh, somebody is jacking off tonight

[Proof]
Oh you a BITCH but dont choke, I say the same to my momma
I got Christina, Britney with me, shit, we banging Madonna
Watch her strip you on that 10 bitch ain't got change for a dollar
Blow your tongue and give this one the mouth you came with a condom
Quick cum is the motto, so just swallow and breathe
Swallow and breathe, now swallow these seeds
I know you moca lotti mommies won't get down on your knees
You want some money honey damn you must be outta your weave
Hit the telly fuck her belly you ain't gotta go weak
Plus you wanna be a model you need a lot of more sleep
I'm a pimp bitch don't be shy, show me them big tits
Your lipstick, I want it smeared all on my limp dick
For instance, busting nuts is only my interest
So princess, don't get your feelings hurt cause men just
Party and bullshit till she gargle and swallow the dick
I'm taking the train to spain, don't bother calling me, bitch

[Hook]

[Outro - Kon Artis And Eminem]
Yeah, you heard me bitch., did I stu-stu-stutter stupid
You ain't listein to the words of this song anyway
All you do is listen to the beats with your dumbass, BITCH
Dancing, tryin to get a nigga money in the club, with your stupid manipular self
We was talkin bout you dough dough, you, you dumb bitch, YOU!
The one that want a drink and dont want to pay for it
Spend all your money you make all week on that dress
And I spill a drink on it, actin like I'm drunk when I'm not
I'm JUST TRYING TO FUCK, I'm JUS TRYING TO FUCK BITCH!
HAHAHAHA, whoo!, D-Twizzy, yeah!, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH

[Bizarre]
We got something for the bitches!!!

[Intro - Eminem]
Aha, these bitches always be all... giggling and shit (come on BITCH)
But they get mad when their favorite song don't come on in the club (get em')
Catch an attitude and shit (come on BITCH, come on BITCH)
So we got one for them, it goes like this (BITCH, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH)

[Eminem]
We wrote a song for the hoes, you like to hear it, here it goes
A little something you probably won't hear on your radios
So when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows
And if I'm talking too fast it just means you're listening too slow
And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, BITCH
Ju jah jah jah dah du ju jah, you just made me mess up, BITCH
Blibiri babiler blabber, it don't matter, I'm just blabbering
Like you understand what I'm saying anyway
I'm just traveling in one ear and I'm out the other
You're so fucking drunk all you hear is the beat and the beat
I could be saying anything, just get ya ass on the floor
Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before
Baby and shake that ass like a whore

[Hook: Eminem (Kon Artis)]
Yeah, I'm talkin to you, BITCH! (Get up and dance, BITCH!)
Wiggle that ass, BITCH! (Yeah that's it, bitch
Yeah, I called you a BITCH, BITCH!)
What you going to do about it, BITCH?
Sit there and cry like a little BITCH? BITCH!
(Get up and dance BITCH) Wiggle that ass BITCH
(You little trash, BITCH! Yeah, that's it
Yeah, I called you a trash, BITCH!) Not trailer trash, SWITCH!
Take the person you with and exchange partner, BITCH!

[Swifty]
Tell me that it ain't no hanging, and fuck calling home
Until you look at me, before you answer the phone
When I flee, your ass can get naked and be as free
As you wanna be freak, but I'm taking the key with me
You ain't gonna get shit, so don't even ask
Disrespect my wishes (BITCH!) I'll beat your ass!
Watch me coming home full, eating half of your doggy bag
And I leave laughing, while you calling me on the rag
I'm the type that might cut off the lights when I hit
And before she cut them on, Kuniva already (SWITCHED!)
Your ass ain't even riding with Swift unless you're hoeing
When I'm done, I'll throw you out and ask you where you going

[Bizarre]
Ho ain't the only thing you call a girl
Slut, Tramp (oh, how you doing, Cheryl?)
Ever since I was eight, I been starting to hate
I said fuck the Hoes, and started eating cheese cake
Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberries and grapes
Damn, that sounds great, hold on wait (Bizzy!)
Okay, back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that
Give me stitches, a fucking half Indian chick, sucked my dick
This time tomorrow, I won't remember shit
Got respect for a player, got on snoop gators
And they ain't now and laters, bitch

[Hook]

[Kon Artis] Hey, baby, what's up with you?
[Dina Rae] Hey!
[Kuniva] Ayo, your man here with you?
[Dina Rae] Nope
[Kuniva] Nah, you single, I can tell
[Kon Artis] You came with them hoes, didn't you?
[Dina Rae] Huh?
[Kuniva] No, he meant friends girl, excuse him, it's the liquor
[Dina Rae] Hahahaha
[Kon Artis] Ayo, let's get this party cracking! These bitches ain't got bitches!
[Kuniva] Damn, now you know he didn't mean that
[Dina Rae] Come on, you seen that
[Kon Artis] She all whining and shit, get this bitch a Kleenex
[Dina Rae] What did he say?
[Kuniva] Nothing, he said you seem stressed
[Kon Artis] Naw, you gots a big butt
[Dina Rae] Huh?
[Kuniva] And you wearing your nice dress
[Dina Rae] Cause I was gonna say
[Kon Artis] Oh, you wasn't gonna say shit
[Dina Rae] Excuse me?
[Kuniva] He said Michael Jackson just got another face lift!
[Dina Rae] Oh!
[Kon Artis] Dumb ho
[Dina Rae] Nigga!
[Kuniva] No, gumbo, he wanna cook it for you tonight
[Kon Artis] Bitch, what up though? Just fuck for a buck, do something strange for change
Or make me holla for a dolla, just hop in the range
[Kuniva] (Shh, shit, shut up nigga, no, shut up)
[Dina Rae] Man, fuck both of y'all niggas
[Kuniva] See I was trying to be polite, stank ass trick
[Kon Artis] Oh, somebody is jacking off tonight

[Proof]
Oh you a BITCH but dont choke, I say the same to my momma
I got Christina, Britney with me, shit, we banging Madonna
Watch her strip you on that 10 bitch ain't got change for a dollar
Blow your tongue and give this one the mouth you came with a condom
Quick cum is the motto, so just swallow and breathe
Swallow and breathe, now swallow these seeds
I know you moca lotti mommies won't get down on your knees
You want some money honey damn you must be outta your weave
Hit the telly fuck her belly you ain't gotta go weak
Plus you wanna be a model you need a lot of more sleep
I'm a pimp bitch don't be shy, show me them big tits
Your lipstick, I want it smeared all on my limp dick
For instance, busting nuts is only my interest
So princess, don't get your feelings hurt cause men just
Party and bullshit till she gargle and swallow the dick
I'm taking the train to spain, don't bother calling me, bitch

[Hook]

[Outro - Kon Artis And Eminem]
Yeah, you heard me bitch., did I stu-stu-stutter stupid
You ain't listein to the words of this song anyway
All you do is listen to the beats with your dumbass, BITCH
Dancing, tryin to get a nigga money in the club, with your stupid manipular self
We was talkin bout you dough dough, you, you dumb bitch, YOU!
The one that want a drink and dont want to pay for it
Spend all your money you make all week on that dress
And I spill a drink on it, actin like I'm drunk when I'm not
I'm JUST TRYING TO FUCK, I'm JUS TRYING TO FUCK BITCH!
HAHAHAHA, whoo!, D-Twizzy, yeah!, BITCH, BITCH, BITCH

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14.

Steve's Coffee House (Skit)

D-12

0:52

15.

D-12 World

작곡:D. Holton,D. Porter,K. West,Ondre Moore,R. Johnson,V. Carlisle

D-12

3:11

[Intro]
Welcome to D12 World!
Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls
Welcome to D12 World!
Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world
(Distorted) The world wants me to cope
I don't smoke crack, I don't smoke crack, I don't

[Bizarre]
Fuck the silly shit, I pull a mac milli quick
When D12 rock this summer it's over with
All these bitches and all these hoes
What the fuck you looking at me for? (You, NIGGA!)
Oh yeah, you like my chain, want to get your skinny ass up in the Range
I like my bitches raspy and nasty
I like a fat and nasty bitch named Ashley

[Swift]
I slide you dope without no procrastination
And you can watch me fuck up your imagination
I'm always getting drunk, and I fiend to smack hoes
I mean it, I leave them screamin' like pteorodactyls
This is our world...

[Kuniva]
We'd love to smack you
Hot lead flying with debris and schrapnel
Rippin' you to shreads, fuckin' up your tatoo
Break into your crib, take your records and plaques too

[Kon Artis]
D12 is, that's who!
Got you limpin'
Still poppin' somethin' purple with a bottle of gin bitch!
I fuck up your kinship, I lie in this shit
Peep, I stole your mom's jeep and crashed into my street

[Proof]
Crazy, deranged, of course we Shady's gang
Of course we wear clothes with holes and blood stains
No doubt, we shoot badges, born with ski masks
Chew on shrooms, drink booze, and pee acid

[Chorus]
Welcome to D12 World!
Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls
Welcome to D12 World!
Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world
Welcome to D12 World!
(Kon Artis Singing)
Welcome to D12 World!
Aaaaahhhhh!!!

[Kuniva]
Aiyyo
Niggas be talkin' shit, but they layin' slugs now
I graduated from techs, I grip a pump now
I used to be nice, but nice don't cut it
Now I open they wig, if they don't uppen my budget

[Bizarre]
Them D12 niggas, they be quick to blast
I take my shower cap off, and whup your ass
Steppin' to us, you can't be the smartest
Cause you'll get dropped like an Aftermath artist

[Swift]
They catch me mingling by a bitch with class
When she turn I'll be sprinkling some shit in her glass
What part of this you can't understand?
I'll humiliate a man, worse then making a band
(Kuniva - Don't be mistakin' that man)
(Kon Artis - He'll invite you over.)
Real fast, and pass your ass a glass of ebola

[Kon Artis]
I've been doing this for a minute
And I'm starting to see my little brother (? brother's name caan?)
Look more like a star then me
That's why I just started workin' out
Man, this shit ain't workin' out

[Chorus]
Welcome to D12 World!
Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls
Welcome to D12 World!
Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world
Welcome to D12 World!
(Kon Artis Singing)
Welcome to D12 World!

[Bizarre]
Fuck the silly shit, I pull a mac milli quick
When D12 rock this summer it's over with
All these bitches and all these hoes
What the fuck you looking at me for? (You, NIGGA!)
Oh yeah, you like my chain, want to get your skinny ass up in the Range
I like my bitches raspy and nasty
I like a fat and nasty bitch named Ashley

[Swift]
I slide you dope without no procrastination
And you can watch me fuck up your imagination
I'm always getting drunk, and I fiend to smack hoes
I mean it, I leave them screamin' like pteorodactyls
This is our world...

[Kuniva]
We'd love to smack you
Hot lead flying with debris and schrapnel
Rippin' you to shreads, fuckin' up your tatoo
Break into your crib, take your records and plaques too

[Kon Artis]
D12 is, that's who!
Got you limpin'
Still poppin' somethin' purple with a bottle of gin bitch!
I fuck up your kinship, I lie in this shit
Peep, I stole your mom's jeep and crashed into my street

[Proof]
Crazy, deranged, of course we Shady's gang
Of course we wear clothes with holes and blood stains
No doubt, we shoot badges, born with ski masks
Chew on shrooms, drink booze, and pee acid

[Chorus]
Welcome to D12 World!
Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls
Welcome to D12 World!
Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world
Welcome to D12 World!
(Kon Artis Singing)
Welcome to D12 World!
Aaaaahhhhh!!!

[Kuniva]
Aiyyo
Niggas be talkin' shit, but they layin' slugs now
I graduated from techs, I grip a pump now
I used to be nice, but nice don't cut it
Now I open they wig, if they don't uppen my budget

[Bizarre]
Them D12 niggas, they be quick to blast
I take my shower cap off, and whup your ass
Steppin' to us, you can't be the smartest
Cause you'll get dropped like an Aftermath artist

[Swift]
They catch me mingling by a bitch with class
When she turn I'll be sprinkling some shit in her glass
What part of this you can't understand?
I'll humiliate a man, worse then making a band
(Kuniva - Don't be mistakin' that man)
(Kon Artis - He'll invite you over.)
Real fast, and pass your ass a glass of ebola

[Kon Artis]
I've been doing this for a minute
And I'm starting to see my little brother (? brother's name caan?)
Look more like a star then me
That's why I just started workin' out
Man, this shit ain't workin' out

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16.

40 Oz.

작곡:D. Holton,Joe Kent,M. Williams,Marshall Mathers,R. Johnson,V. Carlisle

D-12

4:03

[Intro (background WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!)]
Yeah nigga! It's D12 up in this motherfucker!
You know how we get nigga we wild in the club
Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga!
So wile the fuck out!

[Hook]
Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It) (8x)
Bitch!!!

[Verse 1: Bizzare]
We fucked up,
Let us in the club.
One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug, (Yeah)
I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month.
Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk.
D12 start shit, nigga come get us,
7 Mile Runyan, wild niggas wit us,
Cause all my niggas is talkin' that shit.
Ain't got no problem, with smackin no bitch.
I'll have my wife, cut your throat.
Blunts, gans, that's all we smoke
Wild the fuck out, stab you with a knife,
It's D12 nigga, we ready to fuckin' fight.

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this blade in the throat!
You know the po-po don't let me hold them toasters no mo'
I just cut three people, you gon' be number four
If you don't back the fuck up, and get the fuck up off the flo'.
My crew is takin over as soon as we hit the do'
You hit the door n we comin' in and you goin' home.
Security that can't even stop us because they know,
Runyan Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we go.
Chuggin' on our 40's and holdin' up .44's.
We come with toasters like we just opened saving's and loans.
And we don't need your brew tonight homie we brought our own.
So grab whatever you sippin' on and let's get it on!!!!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kuniva]
We deep as a motherfuck, we 'bout to get it crunk
You just another punk in the club about to get jumped
I settle my vendettas with AK's, Berettas
We don't supposed to be in here with our weapons but still they let us.
Switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle.
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble.
Elbows flying, niggas crying, niggas bleeding, you retreating.
Run into your car and skatin off, We G'ing
We make example out of you haters runnin' your mouth.
You the reason why your peoples is pourin' they 40z out.
Dirty Dozen whiling, beat niggas bloodied.
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies.

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Proof]
I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk.
80 Proof for this rocker, that's the name I want.
I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me then
Only talk to a bitch with burgundy hair.
Or the aisle in the back, bump a seven deuce.
See that top on that 40, you know it's comin' loose.
See me on the Av. daily, we runnin' this shit.
If your chick get loud, I g-money that bitch.
Packin mags and clips, I'll smash your clique.
Because of Proof they put the G in the alphabet.
Smoking weed, drinking henny, remy, in that jimmy
Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty.

[Hook]

[Hook]
Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It) (8x) 
Bitch!!!

[Verse 1: Bizzare]
We fucked up,
Let us in the club.
One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug, (Yeah)
I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month.
Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk.
D12 start shit, nigga come get us,
7 Mile Runyan, wild niggas wit us,
Cause all my niggas is talkin' that shit.
Ain't got no problem, with smackin no bitch.
I'll have my wife, cut your throat.
Blunts, gans, that's all we smoke
Wild the fuck out, stab you with a knife,
It's D12 nigga, we ready to fuckin' fight.

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this blade in the throat!
You know the po-po don't let me hold them toasters no mo'
I just cut three people, you gon' be number four
If you don't back the fuck up, and get the fuck up off the flo'.
My crew is takin over as soon as we hit the do'
You hit the door n we comin' in and you goin' home.
Security that can't even stop us because they know,
Runyan Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we go.
Chuggin' on our 40's and holdin' up .44's.
We come with toasters like we just opened saving's and loans.
And we don't need your brew tonight homie we brought our own.
So grab whatever you sippin' on and let's get it on!!!!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kuniva]
We deep as a motherfuck, we 'bout to get it crunk
You just another punk in the club about to get jumped
I settle my vendettas with AK's, Berettas
We don't supposed to be in here with our weapons but still they let us.
Switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle.
Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble.
Elbows flying, niggas crying, niggas bleeding, you retreating.
Run into your car and skatin off, We G'ing
We make example out of you haters runnin' your mouth.
You the reason why your peoples is pourin' they 40z out.
Dirty Dozen whiling, beat niggas bloodied.
And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies.

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Proof]
I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk.
80 Proof for this rocker, that's the name I want.
I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me then
Only talk to a bitch with burgundy hair.
Or the aisle in the back, bump a seven deuce.
See that top on that 40, you know it's comin' loose.
See me on the Av. daily, we runnin' this shit.
If your chick get loud, I g-money that bitch.
Packin mags and clips, I'll smash your clique.
Because of Proof they put the G in the alphabet.
Smoking weed, drinking henny, remy, in that jimmy
Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty.

[Hook]

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17.

Commercial Break

featuring Young Zee

D-12

1:12

Yo, testing.
This thing back on again.
Alright, perfect, God damn good.
Yo, this is Rondell Beene,
I'm back on the motherfuckin' scene,
and I'm upset as a motherfucker.
I mean first I didn't get paid for the D12 shit.
You heard me rippin' on there, they just edited my verse out.
Then I was on Obie's shit, I was in Obie's video,
and that Obie go ahead and I didn't get paid for that shit.
And now they got this bald head weed smokin' mother fucker,
and his name is. . .

[Young Zee]
Young Zee, keep movin' for the macs. Be cubin'.
Hmm? I'll make you sing like big Ruben.
Man, in the hood, I'm the American Idol.
First I fight you, and then run up on your stairs with a rifle.
Bang. Tech claims make you wipe out like X-Games
Next sprain's in your motherfuckin' leg bang?
Tryin' to shoot me like they tryin' to shoot 50.
Either you gon' die or need a new kidney.
Till I drop, I'm a sell to your friends.
Till I get some of that tin, in the federal pin.
I spit better than them.
niggas wanna fight me, better go get in the gym
or the metal'll spin. Since smokes' in 'Nam,
doin' drugs than Eminem moms.
Ten times, Dirty Dozen. All x times.
Bash your ride, crash when you drive,
flip your dumbass out the passenger side.
Uhh
(Car crash)

18.

American Psycho Ii

featuring B-Real

작곡:A. Young,L. Freese,M. Elizondo,Marshall Mathers,Ondre Moore,R. Johnson,V. Carlisle

D-12

3:44

19.

Bugz 97 (Skit)

D-12

1:05

[Bugz]
Fuck that!
Who run shit, watch these drums hit
You dove head first into some old dumb shit
Here's a can of ass whip, for you to come get
Your clique made their trip, I made them hoes submit
Ask your girl, she knows the scoop don't fuck with Bugz bitch
I'll chop off her titti, have you sucking one tit
Them pink belly *****s is who you run with
Making half ass songs, shitty snares and one kick
I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit
You can make a double album, won't have one hit
Your entire outfit is on some bullshit
And there's not a damn one that I can't out wit
I admit, that my style is unfit
For mamma's baby boy because I'm on some dumb shit

Like I commit arsony, get harm quick
You pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpit
Now who the nitwit wanna come get with
This egotistic, hip-hop fundal mentalisitic
Don't risk it, you'll get your shit split
Now keep your distance, and keep existence
I'm the persistent when it comes to bench shit
I smoked a blunt with my judge before my sentence
I'm relentless to deny you're senseless
Yo bitch, pay my bill that's where the hell your rent went
Fuck that!

20.

Good Die Young

작곡:D. Holton,D. Porter,Jonathan Rotem,Ondre Moore,P. Williams,R. Johnson,S. Rivers,V. Carlisle

D-12

5:56

[Intro]
Dawg....I shouldn’t have left, They wouldn’t have tried this shit if I was wit ya
Maybe we would have picked another time
Or chose anotha way
Or maybe my prayers would have convinced him to choose another soul
Shit, its just me and my mentoni now
Man you look so peaceful now...how can I argue wit that
They say...

[Chorus]
They say the good die young,
Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young)
Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh)
When god calls, you gotta go home (go home)

They say the good die young, (die young)
Thats why I know that we go’ have fun,
In this life cos you only get one
When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??)

[Kon Artis]
Its true that everybody heard, there mama say every days like this
When you see, one of your friends die in the mist
In the struggle, went through circumstances
Arrested every day just to prove a point to a friend
Even then, accidents are prone to happen to any man
A woman is dumb enough to pretend
That her, god won’t hold them accountable for sins
If they commit, they try to repent to ??
But I guess (thats just the way things go)
I was blessed to see 24 (24)
To wake up to that how my name is video
Motivated me to write what i wrote
And I knew my little brother sold dope
An mom and daddy want to move our road
I did it, I still got a lot to prove and show
I just which we aint have to lose Bugz to the struggle
Cos you know...

[Chorus]
They say the good die young,
Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young)
Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh)
When god calls, you gotta go home (go home)

They say the good die young, (die young)
Thats why I know that we go’ have fun,
In this life cos you only get one
When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??)

[Bizzare]
I know you used to Bizzare on some silly shit
But Niggas in my cliq, is dying quick
In detroit, niggas don’t party
They pull a .44 out, snatch off bacardis
Thats why I keep the pistol under the trunk
Im 27 years old, too old to be gettin jumped
And fuck rap, I miss Karnail Pitts, b-u-g-z
Tattoed on my wrist
Me and you in the jeep, listen to ?? beats
Its a shame me and Fuzz don’t even speak
I got married, my wife name is D
Peace to 31 and 51-50, miss you

[Kuniva]
I came back on that tragic, my phone rung
And Bizarres voice tellin me, Bugz was gone home
It was like a knife piercing my chest and I couldn’t breath
I didn’t wanna accept it, didn’t wanna believe it
I swear with this weight dawg, I cried so hard
Literally, Denaun had to carry me to the car
While I stand in this booth now its tearin me apart
But I had to let it out cos it was tearin at my heart
Cos he died over somethin so petty and so small
A human life is so very precious I hope ya’ll

Understand how I’m feelin cos I love you bugz
I wanna rhyme wit you, laugh wit you, hug you bugz
But I can’t and you was so close to seein dreams
A coward came along and took you away from the team
So don’t mistake this track, its just another song
This goes out to everyone who lost a loved one
Cos you know

[Chorus]
They say the good die young,
Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young)
Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh)
When god calls, you gotta go home (go home)

They say the good die young, (die young)
Thats why I know that we go’ have fun,
In this life cos you only get one
When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??)

[Proof]
They say its never too late, to have an early childhood
If I could, turn back the hands of time, God should
Forgive what i did as a kid to run blocks
Now my dreams are just dream cops and gun shots
The fun stops when your homies up in a box
My dudey bole, rest his soul, snuffed by the cops
I use to ?? a lot, if theres a guy by me say somethin
If you love her so much why didn’t u gave nothin
When he took my homie, snuck was only in 11th grade
Now I hope to see your face at the heaven gates
It aint never late in the game, this hatin remains
With a grudge to see slugs straight through my frame
My heart aches with the pain, the life in his breath
We gotta have fun now, theres only minutes left
In the depth, distress young as a ??? did
To ??

[Chorus]
They say the good die young,
Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young)
Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh)
When god calls, you gotta go home (go home)

They say the good die young, (die young)
Thats why I know that we go’ have fun,
In this life cos you only get one
When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??)

[Swifty]
When I was younger I knew four brothers that wasn’t wise
That crash and the driver died,
My partner on the passenger side was paralysed
And Im surprised by the look of that ride that the other peeps survived
Nine months later another one died
Somebody shot him in the side when he was startin up his ride
3 years go by, I made a hell of a run
And thats when funky got done, a joey playin wit guns
And ??, karty was my man
And reggy, I wish that I was wit you in that van
And Bugz if it wasn’t for you
You know I wouldn’t be standin in this booth,
Thats the truth, I miss ya’ll...

[Chorus x2]
They say the good die young,
Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young)
Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh)
When god calls, you gotta go home (go home)

They say the good die young, (die young)
Thats why I know that we go’ have fun,
In this life cos you only get one
When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??)

[Chorus]
They say the good die young,
Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young)
Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh)
When god calls, you gotta go home (go home)

They say the good die young, (die young)
Thats why I know that we go’ have fun,
In this life cos you only get one
When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??)

[Kon Artis]
Its true that everybody heard, there mama say every days like this
When you see, one of your friends die in the mist
In the struggle, went through circumstances
Arrested every day just to prove a point to a friend
Even then, accidents are prone to happen to any man
A woman is dumb enough to pretend
That her, god won’t hold them accountable for sins
If they commit, they try to repent to ??
But I guess (thats just the way things go)
I was blessed to see 24 (24)
To wake up to that how my name is video
Motivated me to write what i wrote
And I knew my little brother sold dope
An mom and daddy want to move our road
I did it, I still got a lot to prove and show
I just which we aint have to lose Bugz to the struggle
Cos you know...

[Chorus]
They say the good die young,
Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young)
Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh)
When god calls, you gotta go home (go home)

They say the good die young, (die young)
Thats why I know that we go’ have fun,
In this life cos you only get one
When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??)

[Bizzare]
I know you used to Bizzare on some silly shit
But Niggas in my cliq, is dying quick
In detroit, niggas don’t party
They pull a .44 out, snatch off bacardis
Thats why I keep the pistol under the trunk
Im 27 years old, too old to be gettin jumped
And fuck rap, I miss Karnail Pitts, b-u-g-z
Tattoed on my wrist
Me and you in the jeep, listen to ?? beats
Its a shame me and Fuzz don’t even speak
I got married, my wife name is D
Peace to 31 and 51-50, miss you

[Kuniva]
I came back on that tragic, my phone rung
And Bizarres voice tellin me, Bugz was gone home
It was like a knife piercing my chest and I couldn’t breath
I didn’t wanna accept it, didn’t wanna believe it
I swear with this weight dawg, I cried so hard
Literally, Denaun had to carry me to the car
While I stand in this booth now its tearin me apart
But I had to let it out cos it was tearin at my heart
Cos he died over somethin so petty and so small
A human life is so very precious I hope ya’ll

Understand how I’m feelin cos I love you bugz
I wanna rhyme wit you, laugh wit you, hug you bugz
But I can’t and you was so close to seein dreams
A coward came along and took you away from the team
So don’t mistake this track, its just another song
This goes out to everyone who lost a loved one
Cos you know

[Chorus]
They say the good die young,
Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young)
Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh)
When god calls, you gotta go home (go home)

They say the good die young, (die young)
Thats why I know that we go’ have fun,
In this life cos you only get one
When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??)

[Proof]
They say its never too late, to have an early childhood
If I could, turn back the hands of time, God should
Forgive what i did as a kid to run blocks
Now my dreams are just dream cops and gun shots
The fun stops when your homies up in a box
My dudey bole, rest his soul, snuffed by the cops
I use to ?? a lot, if theres a guy by me say somethin
If you love her so much why didn’t u gave nothin
When he took my homie, snuck was only in 11th grade
Now I hope to see your face at the heaven gates
It aint never late in the game, this hatin remains
With a grudge to see slugs straight through my frame
My heart aches with the pain, the life in his breath
We gotta have fun now, theres only minutes left
In the depth, distress young as a ??? did
To ??

[Chorus]
They say the good die young,
Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young)
Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh)
When god calls, you gotta go home (go home)

They say the good die young, (die young)
Thats why I know that we go’ have fun,
In this life cos you only get one
When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??)

[Swifty]
When I was younger I knew four brothers that wasn’t wise
That crash and the driver died, 
My partner on the passenger side was paralysed
And Im surprised by the look of that ride that the other peeps survived
Nine months later another one died
Somebody shot him in the side when he was startin up his ride
3 years go by, I made a hell of a run
And thats when funky got done, a joey playin wit guns
And ??, karty was my man
And reggy, I wish that I was wit you in that van
And Bugz if it wasn’t for you
You know I wouldn’t be standin in this booth,
Thats the truth, I miss ya’ll...

[Chorus x2]
They say the good die young,
Thats why I think that you should have fun (when your young)
Cos time won’t wait for noone (uh huh)
When god calls, you gotta go home (go home)

They say the good die young, (die young)
Thats why I know that we go’ have fun,
In this life cos you only get one
When god comes for me, don’t cry till Im home (??)

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21.

Keep Talkin'

작곡:D. Holton,G. Hughes,M. Moore,Marshall Mathers,Ondre Moore,R. Johnson,T. Martinez,V. Carlisle

D-12

4:29

[Intro - Bizarre]
Yeah!!!
Detroit mothafucka!!!
DJ Green Lantern!!!
D12!!!
We ain't goin' nowhere!!!
We still smokin' crack nigga!!!
Haha!!!
Let ‘em know!!!
AH-HA!!!

[Chorus - Eminem]
Bitch keep talkin'
Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'
We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'
Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'
Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us
We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'
(Yo!) COME ON!!!

[Verse 1 - Kuniva]
Yo the derelict is back
I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last
I even sold my therapist crack
You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts
I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats
And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me
Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat
Kids and all be hit
Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all
Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter
Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin'
(Bitch keep talkin'!!!)
Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney
While you eatin' at Wendy's
I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi
Nice wit the hands
Never bow down to another man
I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands
Smother your clan
Sever your hands and your legs
Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!!!

[Verse 2 - Swifty]
I'm the only one your bitch let touch her
Type of brother that will fuck your mother
With a fishnet rubber
A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka
That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller
When it comes to beefin'
It ain't no explainin'
I'll change your language wit a stainless
I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous
I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit
Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can
You get squashed like pop cans
I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man
I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it
So when she fire it up she coughin' blood
I love to see ‘em wasted
I'm made to behave in this case
You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!!!

[Chorus - Eminem]
Bitch keep talkin'
Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'
We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'
Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'
Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us
We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'
(BITCH!) COME ON!!!

[Verse 3 - Bizarre]
I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule
I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do
Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it
He probably sue
Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!!!)
The first time I had sex… a dirty mattress
No condom… my grandmother… bent over backwards
Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer
Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother
Psyche, I'm not bisexual
I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball)
And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme
I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!!!

[Verse 4 - Proof]
YEY-YEY
Rest in peace Jam Master Jay
Tupac
And Notorious BIG
I'm probably the best
Guy in the flesh
Blow ya heart out ya chest
And ya chest out ya vest
Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell
Study my trail I cut and me fail
A druggy on bail nutty as well
Which such like buddy revel
Dead or in jail
Still headin' for hell
The ghetto rebels the wrong guy
Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob
We can set this from your front door to your CEO office
Got the key to your coffin
To pee on you often
Great me wit offers we taken over
Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda
Ya hear me!?!

[Outro - Eminem]
Fuckin' crack heads
And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons
This ain't brains over Braun
This is bullies over fuckin pussies
Ha-ha come on bitch!!!

[Chorus - Eminem]
Bitch keep talkin'
Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin'
We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'
Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'
Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us
We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin'!!!

[Intro - Bizarre]
Yeah!!! 
Detroit mothafucka!!! 
DJ Green Lantern!!!
D12!!!
We ain't goin' nowhere!!!
We still smokin' crack nigga!!! 
Haha!!!
Let ‘em know!!!
AH-HA!!!

[Chorus - Eminem]
Bitch keep talkin' 
Keep on poppin' off with them jaws because, we ain't stoppin' 
We ain't got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin' 
Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin' 
Cuz we ain't stoppin' cuz you ain't stoppin' us 
We aint got to prove shit to ya'll so all ya'll can lick the balls and keep walkin' 
(Yo!) COME ON!!!

[Verse 1 - Kuniva]
Yo the derelict is back 
I'm blazin' niggas while they up in the Sheraton last 
I even sold my therapist crack 
You niggas is bitch straight up I'm bearin' the facts 
I love pussy wit all my heart but I married the gats 
And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me 
Ill blow your tattoos all over your baby seat 
Kids and all be hit 
Peers and all masuberg will take your back, liver ribs and all 
Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter 
Packin' guns when I'm sleep walkin' 
(Bitch keep talkin'!!!) 
Throwin' fire bombs down your chimney 
While you eatin' at Wendy's 
I'm in your bushes cockin' the semi 
Nice wit the hands 
Never bow down to another man 
I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands 
Smother your clan 
Sever your hands and your legs 
Mail your brother your heart and send your mother ya head!!!

[Verse 2 - Swifty]
I'm the only one your bitch let touch her 
Type of brother that will fuck your mother 
With a fishnet rubber 
A belligerent and rowdy mothafucka 
That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on the teller
When it comes to beefin' 
It ain't no explainin' 
I'll change your language wit a stainless 
I'm contained wit a anguish to leave your famous 
I'm a deranged pit ya'll lift an AK to pinch ya face wit 
Niggas don't say shit fuck your hype man if its a bystander standin' by I'm firin' at ya, cuz I can 
You get squashed like pop cans 
I be shootin' 7-Up in your mouth man 
I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it 
So when she fire it up she coughin' blood 
I love to see ‘em wasted 
I'm made to behave in this case 
You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced!!!

[Verse 3 - Bizarre]
I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule 
I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray and whatever do 
Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it 
He probably sue 
Next week this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive!!!) 
The first time I had sex… a dirty mattress 
No condom… my grandmother… bent over backwards 
Bizarre been fuckin raw all summer 
Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother 
Psyche, I'm not bisexual 
I'm an intellectual, transsexual, one testicle (one ball) 
And I ain't sayin' shit cause it rhyme 
I got colon cancer, I'm dyin'!!!

[Verse 4 - Proof]
YEY-YEY
Rest in peace Jam Master Jay 
Tupac 
And Notorious BIG 
I'm probably the best 
Guy in the flesh 
Blow ya heart out ya chest 
And ya chest out ya vest 
Leave ya body a mess streets bloody as hell 
Study my trail I cut and me fail 
A druggy on bail nutty as well 
Which such like buddy revel 
Dead or in jail 
Still headin' for hell 
The ghetto rebels the wrong guy 
Now get ya lungs heart you full of wholes like Spongebob 
We can set this from your front door to your CEO office 
Got the key to your coffin
To pee on you often
Great me wit offers we taken over
Or get China white mixed wit bakin' soda
Ya hear me!?!

[Outro - Eminem]
Fuckin' crack heads 
And this is just mix tape shit you fuckin morons 
This ain't brains over Braun 
This is bullies over fuckin pussies 
Ha-ha come on bitch!!!

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RELEASES

:: 2006-02-02 :: Shady Records, Universal Music (602498621622) Explicit Version

[Disc 1]
1. Git Up / 2. Loyalty featuring Obie Trice / 3. Just Like U / 4. I'Ll Be Damned / 5. Dude (Skit) / 6. My Band / 7. U R The One / 8. 6 In The Morning / 9. How Come / 10. Leave Dat Boy Alone / 11. Get My Gun / 12. Bizarre (Skit) / 13. Bitch / 14. Steve's Coffee House (Skit) / 15. D-12 World / 16. 40 Oz. / 17. Commercial Break featuring Young Zee / 18. American Psycho Ii featuring B-Real / 19. Bugz 97 (Skit) / 20. Good Die Young / 21. Keep Talkin'

CREDITS

Performed by D-12 1기 (2001)
- Bizarre : 불명
- Eminem : 불명
- Jeff Bass : 불명
- Kon Artis : 불명
- Kuniva : 불명
- Proof : 불명
- Swift : 불명

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