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