Welcome to Our World
Turn Your CD's up!
WOOO!!!!! Yeah! AAAAAAHHHH!!!! (Motherfuckers think they know us)
Guess who's back? D-Twizzie! O-Twizzie!
Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie! slash Aftermath!
50 cent! G-Unit! Here we go! Free Yayo!
Motherfuck a Benzino! They don't know we finna blow!
Someone better tell them so
You don't 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 coldest, ferocious niggas that rhyme
These bitches turn they back on you, acting like they ain't did shit
When you rapping never mix business up with your friendship
If you lacking up in this jungle, then what you breathe for?
Niggas's 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 ho's, have no insurance, bodies get repo'
Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat close
Keeping .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 heed though
[Hook 2X: 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
I don't give a fuck, I'm quick to blaze chronic
Smoke on so much green, you swear I was a supersonic
Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to nuns and wives
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 wilding 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
Ayo, 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
Questioning you're affection for streets
D-Twizzie no question
One of the best groups that done it
And Obie is their reflection
Lil homie that know sowly that loyalty is repping
D-Twizzie for life, Obie Trice is second
Which one of you niggas wanna be bulsh and bump heads
When I got a passion for clapping... 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 murk a have murder
Incorporated, Hitman Harry is at your service
Reach for me one more gain' and that's 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 ill
We lost Bugz and I'll be damned if we loose another man from our clan
Without forcing our hand
Extorting you're family, I'll torture you're granny
For my niggas, I'm on you're motherfucking porch with a 'Cammy
[Kuniva (Kon Artis)]
Yo, it's funny how niggas get caught along (and get bombed on)
Knock your teeth in back of your throat (and break you're jaw bone)
(I'm on ignorant shit) these niggas is bitch
Pass me a cigarette quick (shit is finna get thick)
Your 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 your Lieutenant's a snitch)
You ten men is sick (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)
Unbelievable heat, we'll even lay you out in front of the chief of police
[Outro: Kon Artis]
D12, Dirty Dozen
Nothing but family up in this motherfucker
Loyal to everything that we do
You ain't never gonna catch none of us slipping by ourself
'Cuz we always together
You know what I'm saying
Y'all niggas don't know what family means
Bugz watching over our ass
That's why we still alive know
Knocking yall niggas outta the clubs and shit
Haha! Runyan Ave Baby!
Where your mamma at nigga?
- 40 Oz.
- 6 In The Morning
- Get My Gun
- Good Die Young
- U R The One
- My Band ft. Cameo & Dina ..
- Loyalty ft. Obie Trice
- Leave Dat Boy Alone
- Keep Talkin'
- Just Like U
- I'll Be Damned
- How Come
- Git Up
- D12 World
- Bitch ft. Dina Rae & Dean..
- American Psycho II
- Slow Yo' Roll
- 1. My Band ft. Cameo & D..
- 2. How Come
- 3. Fight Music
- 4. Purple Pills
- 5. 40 Oz.
- 6. D12 World
- 7. Git Up
- 8. U R The One
- 9. Words Are Weapons
- 10. My Ballz