Waptrick D12 - Loyalty feat Obie Trice Текстове на песни

  • [Eminem-intro]

    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' furocious *****s 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'?

    *****s's don't love you, you got habits of breaking street codes

    Far as static, I automaticly 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

    *****'s pupils that's what I do, i'm foolish will shoot you

    Cuz' i'm coo-coo, But I don't think *****s can take in heat tho'

    [Chorus x2]

    [Kon Artis]

    See i'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do

    And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you

    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 supa-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 you're fucking face cracked

    I'm from 7 Mile and stout, I'll shoot up you're house

    Next day, i'll pee in you're 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 *****s neglect it

    Even though it's a known method

    >From the hectic hood that you slept in

    You wanna' be an exeption

    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 sowly that loyalty is reckin'

    D-Twizzie fo' life, Obie Trice is second. .

    [Chorus x2]

    [Proof]

    Which one of you *****s 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 murda

    Incorporated, Hitman Herry 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 liecense to ill

    We lost Bugz and i'll be damed if we loose another man from our clan

    Without forcing our hand

    Estorting you're family, i'll torture you're granny

    For my *****'s, i'm on you're motherfucking porch with a 'Cammy

    [Chorus x2]

    [Kuniva + Kon Artis]

    Yo its funny how *****s get caught along (and get bombed on)

    Knocking teeth in back of you're throat (and break you're jaw bone)

    (I'm on ignorant shit) these *****s 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 Artis Bomb Artist)

    Kuniva The Rida' (Shooting through you're fucking Long John garmets)

    Dirty Dozen (We deep in the street)

    Unbelivable heat, we'll even lay you out infront of the chief of police

    Muthafucka'

    [Chorus x2]

    [Kon Artis-outro]

    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 *****s don't know what family means

    Bugz watching over our ass

    Thats why we still alive know

    Knocking yall *****s outta the clubs and shit

    Haha! Runyan Av. Baby!

    Shady Records!

    Where yo' mamma at *****?

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