So tell your momma hit me on my cell phone
Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again
It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again
I'm a dog on the mic that'll brawl out with Christ
And you know that I'm the shady type, the crazy type
This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor
Wild and disorderly, pissin' on your toilet seat
I step on your shoes and won't say pardon, be cautious
Got a chrome that be fuckin' up shit worse than I
Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again
Walk in that bitch with a cell phone then turn it on
You know it's been a while but we feelin' it now
It ain't no hoe in me dawg, I shoot out where your colons be
Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pass the Gin
That's probably why promoters never pay me right
Nigga now you know it's me, I got a .44 wit me
Piggity-pow, nigga be out
Hidin' from the one-time, nutty as I wanna be
Goddamn, you don't want no problems B
You know it's been a while but we feelin' it now
Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pass the Gin
You know it's been a while but we feelin' it now
Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again
Get your name in the obituary column sheet
Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again
Got a pump that'll tear your arm quick, when I leave a carcass
I'm 'bout to bust a Huey and spray up a fuckin' school again
I ain't home, I'm so wet gettin' stoned with Norah Jones
Pink shower cap and yellow drawers
It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again
I keep it on the flo' under the seat, I ain't a hoe
I wanna fuck that bitch, her stankin' ass
I spray paint your car up like Rain-O nigga
A triple O.G. like Tray Deee
You reap what you sow, that shit you oughta know
Homie you wanna be a G? Go toe-to-toe wit me
Goddamn, you don't want no problems B
The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now
Havin' meetings to recite what I said
We both rock mics but yours is into our chest
I kill a guy for nothin', eye to eye
I'm a uzi with arms and legs
That's why my mouth smell like hot dogs and yellow Persh
Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pass the Gin
I'll be makin' all these niggaz wanna take a beam
It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again
Get to cappin' at your captain 'til he fall outta life
You know me, Denaun the same ol' nigga
Get your name in the obituary column sheet
When it comes to pussy, Bizarre goes to work
Goddamn, you don't want no problems B
Yeah, yeah, knock knock, guess who showed up?
You don't be takin' heed, you probably idol the Feds
Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again
Miko, where yo' momma at?
The drama continues
A basket case indeed, stronger than a can of mace
Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pass the Gin
I can't be a punk, my daddy wasn't none
Liable to have you in a medical room
Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again
You don't really want war, I'm chillin' at your door
Duty calm your man, before my tooly bomb his head
So pass the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy
The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now
Young Zee, hey Dame, where yo' momma at?
Get your name in the obituary column sheet
The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now
Fool fuck this game, I'm poppin' at coach
I lose a fight after school and I came home and got one
The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now
See me and you are sorta like the same I guess
Yo, I chuck niggaz daily, a six-man crew that's born crazy
Goddamn, you don't want no problems B
Get your name in the obituary column sheet
44-mag and tear your whole door up
Slap you in the face while you patty-cakin' witcha seed
You would swear that I'm a Gemini
Talkin' 'bout "Clappin'", quit actin', you barely bust nuts
I stay sparkin', bitch I got a attitude
To steal every car in this vicinity, you feelin' me?
Devil's Night, part two
You can't do nuttin' to me, Runyan Ave's unruly
The fuck down, I don't give a fuck now, whassup?
I'm ill enough to fall in the middle of moshpits
Show up at the hospital and start punchin' your folks
Put holes in your head and finger-fuck your brain
Don't get it twisted at the gates, the name is Proof
Hey 'em where yo' momma at? Yo
Spittin' the right game so yo' ass can get laid
I'm all outta nice, nigga tuck your chain
Yeah, D 12
Bitches all over me, sayin' yes like Floetry
You know it's been a while but we feelin' it now
You wanna take what my 40-cal since you bitch-made
We lookin' for yo' momma
Rob niggaz 'til my pockets look greener than Yoda
And I ain't gotta touch them niggaz face soon as I say somethin'
My dick's so small, I can pee on my own balls
It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again
Momma dropped me on my head and knew that somethin' was broke
Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wild
Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again
And I'ma kill every man that came with you
D 12, where yo' momma at?
Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again
Survive and I'm gettin' up high without a flaw bitch
Wave the people-mover, crowd-controller
And truly this ain't a movie, you get slapped with the tooly
We a bunch of hooligans, my hands is on the tool again
I ain't feelin' nothin' you wrote so I'm stompin' your throat
You would think you in Death Row's office
And put it right on my head
