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D12 lyrics - Devils Night

Blow My Buzz

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[Swifty McVay] Hmm, yeah This just one of them days when yo' ass just wanna chill out and motherfuckers be all in yo' ear and shit, yknowhatI'msayin Or that naggin bitch, that just like to hear herself talk blowin all yo' high away Now that's some fucked up shit, heh but it happens, yknowhatI'msayin Yo [Eminem] Yo yo yo yo Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot You got it like I got it or not If you did, you would know just what I'm talkin bout When your tongue's rottin out from cotton-mouth When you end up becomin so dependent on weed that you end up spendin a G in the vendin machine You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja that's it gotcha thinkin the whole world is watchin ya Or maybe you don't smoke, maybe you just roll But whatever your drug's yo, go for the gusto Just don't, come fuck with me when I'm doin my drugs You see me in the club don't come fuckin my high up and [Chorus: D-12] Blow, my, buzz You want to want to just don't blow, my, buzz (Do what you want to) And I'm gon' sit here and just roll, my, drugs (Smoke my weeeeed) And if you talk I'm gonna fuck, you, up (I might just whoop yo' ass) Just don't say shit and we'll be cool [Bizarre] [ding dong] Bitch let me in the house (Avon) No, I just came to eat your mother out It's the big guy, doin a butterfly to the ground (go 'head!) [Eminem] Bizarre sit yo' nasty ass down [Bizarre] I spot this fat bitch from across the room Now suck my dick while your boyfriend's in the bathroom (yea yea!) My face is pink, lookin for a sink And don't worry bout what I put in your drink It's called a date-rape drug, ten minutes you'll be fucked up Open your nasty-ass legs up (yeah you whore) Bitches I'm catchin, blunts I'm matchin Don't call me Bizarre, I'm the Reverand Jesse Jackson [Swifty McVay] Who the fuck is this guy, why the hell you in my presence It'd be cool if you was askin me some reasonable questions But you on some bullshit nigga, this yo' last beer (f'real) Get the fuck off my dick and tell yo' bitch to bring here ass here I kick a hoe out without givin her cabfare And leave her barefooted just for naggin in my damn ear When I'm out eatin, you fags'll interfere They don't go until I let 'em know a mag' is sittin here I get drunk and I smoke weed, whatcho' ass wanna hear I didn't answer you clear, I met Manson this year okay You want some yea I'll front yo' ass a play But other than that, get the hell out my face Because you niggaz tryin to [Chorus w/ variations] [Kun] Yo Denaun you seem shook [Kon] I really am dawg look This fat bitch keep chasin me tryin to give me the nook [Kun] Aww man you probably lead her on [Kon] I just bought her a beer! [Kun] I saw her rubbin on your head while she was wipin your tears [Kon] I admit, I was high, but you ain't seen me cryin [Kun] Nigga you lyin, and you blowin my high, just stop denyin it [Kon] Well at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did the ultimate by sayin she wanted to have my kids [Kun] Look man you grown, just leave me alone, I'm in the zone Call it a night, get stoned, and take that fat slut home Just drink the drink, hit the dank, do some drugs Go kill yourself [Kon] Fuck you! [Kun] Well stop blowin my buzz! [Proof] I'm at the front of the bar by the lounge in the back with a slut on my arm while I'm downin the 'gnac Got the pills in my system, floatin around Everytime I start driftin, someone open they mouth Yo my ear been spit licked and freestyled in I think I'm goin def like old senile men Only one good demo out of three thousand (Yo I ain't wanna rap for you anyway, so keep talkin) Next nigga that bump me, I'ma do the Humpty and elbow bitches, 'til everybody jump me (Yo man whassup wit you man why you keep bumpin me and shit) Whassup fool Fuck you punk! (Motherfucker, the fuck It's on fool it's on! Whassup then nigga) [Chorus w/ variations] We'll be cool We'll be cool if you don't talk while I'm just tryin to smoke my weed Smoke my weed.. I'm tryin to drink with my niggaz; just shut the fuck up while I'm just tryin to get blowed Spittin to me some mo'.. (hehehe)

Ain't No Thang

OUTKAST "Big Boi & Dre Present Outkast"
[Dre] A nigga ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe) Y'all hear my shit go, it's Andre. Can yo punk ass come out to play? Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your head You don't know who you be fuckin with youse better off...dead Is what I say, best run the other way In case of physical breakdown...y'all can break now My kitchen full of heat, if you can't take the temp Make yourself exempt Pussy footin around don't be gettin y'all nowhere but stuck Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggaz die By gettin blasted, how drastic They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do I got the nerve to serve you up just like a raider do, but naw (naw, naw) I take that back, that's my problem Turnin and walkin away, this ain't gon work when they be robbin As long as Big Boi's still livin, never standin by my lonesome Step up nigga, if you want some Chorus(2X) Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We havin a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point) It's all about that ses in yo chest (It's the joint) [Big Boi] Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits It's that nigga down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, it's the Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch I used to sell dope, but in 1994 I'm makin Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens She had me makin better grades to make a better life But I never had no love or respect, cuz we gon be alright I ran the streets and broke my curfew cuz I gave a shit I carried guns and butcher knives cuz I was steadily in the mix, yeah It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now I'm at the end of my street, so it's time to take my stand now I call the wild because it's time to take the streets So if you ain't got the burner, bring your big enough nuts (retreat) I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal Just an international playa, comin through your stereo Chorus(2X): [Dre] 3-5-7 to your fo'head, there'll be mo' dead Cuz I'mma po' kid So Lord forgive me, I got to keep my milly right here near me When I be doin fine until these niggaz want to clear me off my street But in my hood hood, they hollerin ghetto Don't have no neighbors that hit the pipe but never let go But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you Ain't shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew On the concrete, remember when we ran deep Remember at the party when we served them niggaz dandy They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me Trippin with that drama, my Beretta's right beside me One is in mid-air and one is the chamber Y'all ask me what the fuck I'm doin, I'm releasin anger Quick to dodge danger, I'm takin it one day At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way You can sway with Andre, I'll take her to the ho-jo, bitch Just let you know, yeah Chorus(2X): [Big Boi] It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm travelin No more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac I got that nigga Dre, he ridin shotgun And got my pump under my seat, in case these yougstas wanna have some fun I'd do it if I have to, bustin caps with this a heat and load it clip up after clip And after again, if I feel it The glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters See I be bustin caps like my amp be bustin speakers So how do you figure that Big Boi beats ghetto blastin You 'posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail 'em faster 1-2-3, you need to think about the future Before I shoot your ass and dilute your gut with lead From my hollow clips, I'll send you to an early grave You fuckin slave, you better try another way To take me out, is truly something difficult Don't even run up on me, unless you want your brain broke I'm out of bullets lettin loose my last clip I'mma kick you in your ass and your nigga gettin pistol whipped You know that's how I do, you know that's how I do Chorus(2X) Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the muthafuckin... Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the niggaz Around the East Point way College Park is really on the map We comin around Atlanta and the niggaz are really strapped With the muthafuckin guns and the muthafuckin glocks Steady is the gas nigga, don't fear it and it don't stop

Games

Frankie Cutlass "Politics Bullshit"
[Featuring Lost Boyz M.O.P.] What what nigga? LB Fam Frankie Cutlass Nine six Queens most wanted (word up) Frankie Cutlass (Frankie Cutlass) This is how we do (how we do) Focus goin on everybody in my crew From Spig Nice to Tah to my man Pretty Lou Check it Queens escapes Put the shit on DAT and a tape One time check it out baby boy now (check it out now) *chorus* Focus your mind on this Can we do our thing when we swing we don't miss Connect, knock it out the park, what a hit It gets deeper, I'm on some keeper, my brother shit [and that's real] *repeat except brackets* You got a team of real niggaz in the room smokin trees Us niggaz stayin blunted the most wanted LB'z My family connections blows through East Circuit My team is whom I work with, we must stay alert kid Cause nowadays niggaz glorify how they be massin We in the Jeep passin cheeba peep em as they assin out in the game, what's the reason why you came? To have these bitches be like askin you a season in your brain Flashin jewels, talkin blastin if he pack the tools I got a glock to cock back to knock em, flat out your shoes Not no, Big Willie puffin Dutches not Phillie We packin bubbly act up and we smack a nigga silly The name is Mr. Cheeks I keep the dough get on the low stroll Take you to the Essence get my swerve on like the pros do Baggin bitches makin money bounce without my crews In nine-six motherfuck power moves, aiyyo *chorus* (Mashin Out!!) No doubt, body wreck squad bringin it hard and get charged, to rip shows in half, word to God With clientele like a crack spot, me and my man dwell ?Fat blocks and rain sail from in jail to Ascott? So yo, focus your mind on this Nobody move and nobody get they wig twist We real, still packin blue steel Knockin brothers way up off of the top of the hill Brownsville, M.O.P., Queens you know Let them motherfuckers all BO BO BO BO BO!! Yo I set shit, come correct with, fat raps that rapidly fire like a infra tech spit I'm trying to make it happen, no time for wishin To tax at least a million is my lifetime mission so IN GOD WE TRUST, Firing Squad we bust Plus we must roll with the rough, Hometeam Teflon, Billy, and Fame, mad Swingas to bring That South 9 triple beam dream you been lookin for Firing Squad blowin it up And if you ain't TIGHT on the MIC you ain't RIGHT shut the fuck up Now, we represent in some of the illest situations And some of the illest places, what happens up ?in demonstrations? Stayin down, so you can't see who we are Yo, everyday trigger nigga nucca fuck a rap star Big up to all street borough Brothers from Brooklyn to my rocket launcher packin Bronx niggaz keep it thorough In the ghetto, my Empire Strikes Back How About Some Hardcore? Yeah we like it raw! Keep it like that *chorus*

Brang Yo Azz OutDoz

YING YANG TWINS "Thug Walkin'"
Aw shit let that pussy nigga write whats out ah, that nigga dont know nothin 'bout us soldiers what, what [Chorus 1] - repeat 2X Test that nigga, rush that nigga get that nigga, man bust that nigga [Chorus 2] You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you) you wanna go and try to steal my clothes Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz, nigga, brang yo azz out doz You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you) You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz, nigga, brang yo azz out doz [Verse 1] The same nigga with the same limp, and if you that same ol' bitch Then I'm the same pimp, you niggas make me so sick She call us perpatrators, and if them day to day haters See if we modivators, aint got no love, fuck scrub She come to move the crew I'll take niggas oldschool back like some gucci suits I weigh 'em down like tide, so you can't see the wine It aint no fear in my eyes, this aint no fall ?? Them niggas holdin my back, see we got hella shit Now watch my shit get lit - up like a cigarette I smoke my bud by ounce - at least in downtown Cant even holla with something, see I done lived it now These niggas thinkin I owe 'em, when I dont even know 'em I keep my mind on paper, so I got hella paper They want me - a heavyweighter, and a inovator I put a hole in yo neighbor, 'bout big as the equator BITCH, I'll see ya later [Verse 2] I remember when a nigga didnt have these clothes Remember when a nigga didnt have these golds Remember when a nigga didnt have no ends But now I'm straight clockin dividends, A-Chick-A Check It take long time, but now a nigga livin good Ballin with the thugs in my hood - the woods If you didnt know TD drop thangs, put a bullet in yo motherfucking brains CAN YOU HANG? [Chorus 1] You get mad 'cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck you) You got anamocity on yo chest Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz, nigga, brang yo azz out doz You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you) You wanna go and try to steal my clothes Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz [Verse 3] Mayhem, double hands on the above To me I'm putting the Ying on Kaine, putting the Yang to 'em Murderers, killas, thug niggas Atl. grave diggers, Inglewood cap pillers, East Atlanta wig splitters, drug dealers Cause I'm gon be there wit my True City Thug Never leave home wihtout that chrome unless I'm thugged out They will be my drug out, young niggas grilled out Smokin on some sticky green, stop the car for the gangsta lean Murder, murder, (murder, murder) kill, kill, (kill, kill) You talkin shit, that same nigga got his cap pilled (cap pilled) Kaine got that thang in the aim, ready to get which ya Aint gon let'cha get away, I think I had a bad day Smucky bear with it, even though ????? in Adamsville I dont give a fuck, nigga what if you book I'm here so you can get me, and there's no way its gotta be 'Cause Roc that thugs keep a motherfuckin latchet [Verse 4] Get rapped up with that ying on yo azz when I swing it Came up with that yang on yo brain with that thang man Lyric, killin, and drug dealin, riders, and soldiers comin out of Georgia, slangin wit that water My other voice said hi today, so I gotta get high today Tell my folks dont cry for me, just ride for me And scream free me Fuck about some bunkshots, and what knots And altitudes, my niggas she botilary For bustas who be talkin shit [Chorus 1] You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you) You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz nigga, brang yo azz out doz You get mad cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck you) You got anamocity on yo chest Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz nigga brang yo azz out doz [Verse 5] It was this fly guy ? named frosted flakes You should tramp on the hill, down by each lake See you ran into this nigga, named suga bow Suga bow was suga slim, with some long azz hair Had this brawl on the strip, that was cuttin for chedda She ?? freaky deaky bitch, met fruity pebbles Up, another pimp, I hate to say it, green shirt, and blue jeans Iced out, on the arm, I'm rollin, sayin you niggas gone [Verse 6] The mind murderer deep game, to talkin hoes out they clothes It got me lost, gotta pay the cost, they say I'm off Cause I'm a dead man walkin, deep dog talkin Small time scracker, well be a thug trainer Hangin by yo feet, yo bitch gon be with me Because I'm known to fuck and gettin my dick sucked So black yo wanna act up, you betta back up 'fore you get slapped up like biscuits Sucked on like incense [Chorus 2] You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you) You wanna go and try to steal my clothes Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz nigga, brang yo azz out doz You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you) You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz nigga, brang yo azz out doz If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch You aint got no gat, you better use yo fist (repeat 5X) Test that nigga, rush that nigga, get that nigga, man bust that nigga (repeat 2X) I said y'all motherfuckers gon' learn If ya play with fire nigga ya gon' get burned (repeat 4X)

No. 99

JOEY BADA$$ "B4.Da.$$"
[Hook:] What's my name? What's my name? Badmon What's my name? What's my name? Badmon What's my name? What's my name? Badmon What's my name? What's my name? Badmon What's my motherfuckin'... [Verse 1:] Ready to bust my gun, I'm rushin' in like Vladimir Putin What you want son? Fuck a rou-, let's get shootin' The 47 Goonz recruitin', join or die We comin' for groups of guys in suits and ties Who chose to hide truth from the eye Grab a white collar by his white evil eye Fight or flight, yo, that's just what it is When you see a pig, hit him in his baby back ribs But don't trip, I'm just another black kid, caught up in the mix Tryna make a dollar outta 47 cents Yo, this shit is intense, a dumb cop stoppin' me, probably Cause he's still livin' in the past tense, how shit was back then They wanna see the downfall of all black men An African, I was sent to put action in But what's new when the po keep flashin' in News flash niggas, get a news flash [Hook] [Verse 2:] These niggas ain't ready for the war Know what I'm 'bout, cut the cheddar, close your drawer Please put your bread up We ain't gon' settle for no iceberg lettuce Let us eat when there's war Or end up like venison meat in the street They're not ready for beef Let the fish burn in the pot, niggas all in the spot When it turns 12 'o clock then, we'll be curvin' the block Yo cut this shit Man, I'm the best in the sector Get your ear buds to grip, then I dissect ya Inject ya with my lethal weapon Plant a mine in the deepest section, guess who's least expected Mothafucka please respect it The last one to pull my card was easily dealt with They felt it, the shift, records can't be reckoned with On tracks wreckin' shit, ask me why I'm reckless Break a wrist, approach my demo with a risk Brought my demo listens, I'm a demolition specialist I got the blueprint to this shit, Jay to the Oh Vee If Blue was a prince, I'm still Joseph Kony Niggas know they can't ever little bro me No matter how big they blow, they still a little below It's the P-R-O E-R-A, indigo with the killer flow Guaranteed the realest that you ever saw [Hook] [Verse 3:] The badmon young kingpin I move dope with that ink pen Been up all night, my third eye ain't even blinkin' Fuck what you thinkin' Number 99, never trust no swine Lick a shot one time [Outro]

Picture Me Rollin

JIM JONES "F.E.A.S.T.: Vampire Life 2"
Picture me rollin', she look me in my eyes So she chose to sit in pretty In traffic baby, I'm thinkin' 'bout youu Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu My emotions are spinnin' Wasn't fuckin' with me in the beginnin' Now it's nigga fuck youu Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu She told me one day 'baby, you need to settle' And then I told 'er 'finally a chick that's on my level' Bring it out national, pushin' on these pedals Couple viables, couple bottles, ice all in this bezel Niggas talkin', bitches talkin', actually this a devil but she She got that body yatta yatta like she's perfect, talk a cup Got a lot of sex from how fast the car goes Two dough machines, we fill 'em up with real star hoes Million dollar flows, ain't no business for these floors How 'bout a lamb? A couple grams A gold Ben. How 'bout a Porsche? Brace yourself for my next channel You would think I threw the ally ups in the Metz game I'm killin' this thing Picture me rollin', she look me in my eyes So she chose to sit in pretty In traffic baby, I'm thinkin' 'bout youu Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu My emotions are spinnin' Wasn't fuckin' with me in the beginnin' Now it's nigga fuck youu Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu (Nah bitches, fuck you. Picture me rollin') I've been around the world like Lisa Stansfield Ya ya ya, vilas that had girls at the stand still Name a bitch, I could tell you how the sand feel But she was I'll 3 grand on the damn Hills Champagne to chill, 3 grand for the damn bill Trill, spend a few grand on the damn wheel At the roof, doin' porches like we doin' abs I had the coop doin' laundry shootin' through the ab Count a hundred, all hundreds in a Louis bag And these fuckers don't want it cause I do it bad (Micah) No Mike, number four mice One day full, twice as high Boys a cold sight fucker Picture me rollin', she look me in my eyes So she chose to sit in pretty In traffic baby, I'm thinkin' 'bout youu Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu My emotions are spinnin' Wasn't fuckin' with me in the beginnin' Now it's nigga fuck youu Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I'm a see her again I ain't really tryin' to be her friend I'm puttin' this world to get her pussy changed Tell 'em hatin' ass niggas stay the fuck about your lane uh Couldn't take the cheatin' so she did the run off Fuck you bitch, go to hell, eat a dick with one ball Last time I check your ass, told it to the numb jaw Then turn it beige like white skin with the sun off Revolver spinnin' like the wheel of fortune And this fish here was shit, had to kill a dolphin Decorators blight, candles and tape upon them Get his shoe size, I hope you got the right nigga for 'em Picture me rollin', she look me in my eyes So she chose to sit in pretty In traffic baby, I'm thinkin' 'bout youu Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu My emotions are spinnin' Wasn't fuckin' with me in the beginnin' Now it's nigga fuck youu Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

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