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D12 lyrics - Devils Night

No Rubber

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[Bizarre] So Funky!! Dj Butters stinkin ass Dirty dozen nigga You know who your fuckin with Its the idotic Bizarre Took your drink bitch Do you know who your fuckin with Call your moms a bitch And hit her in the face with a brick I did twenty mushrooms in my range rover And ill probably gun o.d by this songs over I hang with white trash and love to skip class Get high off coke and hash And fuck a little kid in his ass Bitch suck my cock while i take this pill And if you wont do it then Monica Lewinsky will Im waitin beyond, fuck the Fonz I get drunk with bail bonds Snatch you pions my whole crews ex cons While I _ I get niggas from down south Give your sister oral sex with the _ thats in my mouth Im fuckin sick of anorexic chicks suckin my dick If _ fuck with this nasty bitch! Fuck battlin which rapper wanna do me Forget a case, bitch im quick to blast Judge Judy Tempt one of you niggas to try to offend me Pull you out the truck and beat you ass worse then Reginald Denny Drugs is in me, who wanna offend me Fuck santa, Bizzares comin down the chimney Quick to blow up the room Ill enough to leave my wife on our own honey moon Your style is garbage thats why im throwin it in the can Even _have a cure for this nasty man Dirty Dozen quick to give your girl a call Tell your niggas get my balls Write my gang signs on your wall Nigga 99 Niggas, Dirty Dozen, Nigga, Outsidaz, Slim Shady, Nigga I dont give a fuck its Bizarre kid niggas What, call my name ill come runnin

Crossroads

MICK JENKINS
[Mick Jenkins:] Started from the bottom of the map Move to the Chi like fifth grade Running like the water from the tap Move with a mind like what switch blades see I ain't never been the type of nigga that'd change with the fame, you could put it in quotes Been down to ride for my niggas had pegs, on a Mongoose sitting on spokes Handcuffs sitting on the peanut butter loaves Living on the rim of the glass of the water Don't you see people out here pimping your hope Living on a whim, lower class getting slaughtered, killed Niggas in the streets on the pipe no kilt, it's a skirt motherfucker you know it Pull the triggers to the beats Taking lives, no guilt Got the summer feel like it's snowing, cold Shoulders, murders, mowed us down Damn, you could tell these niggas need a drink Sun get hotter streets get colder, damn You could tell these niggas need a drink Spit his flow like is coming up the sink And the shit hot like it's coming in the mink Never dumb it down, make a dumb nigga think Ginger in his tea make a dumb nigga drink Grippin your heart and grippin your soul Grippin that iron, I'm dropping that zinc Gotta move smart I didn't learned from the dope Just what I'm gonna do, with the coke and the ink Like oh no, they locked a nigga up for smoking purple I'm free, I'm screaming, "free my niggas" 'til the world blow I'm screaming "free my niggas" 'til the world blow Save Money she gonna do it for the free [Chance The Rapper:] She gonna do it for the freak Dinner reservations with a Navajo Indian in her family like a lot of hoes Lot of hoes done said they was not a ho Now the Leprechauns done lied about they pot'o'gold I'm bout my green like an avocado guacamole I'm from the Chi, she say she shy but she gotta go Prodigal Solid gold Chains bought from college shows Staying out in Hollywood Wayne out of Hollygrove Kamikaze comma Common Keef and ComicCon Ye and me and King L Katie here's a comet coming Kamehameha, Chi may have made a spirit bomb Here's a ton of acid, ready for it here it comes, (WOOOOO!) Uh, I'm just having fun with it Vic just brought the beef up, Mick just brought a gun with it You think you could stomach it? Umf, tummy ache All you did was shadow box All you did was run in place Started from the middle of the class, multi-entendre And now I can do what I wanna Shouts out Shetandra and Shando, shouldn't have shined a light on me [Vic Mensa:] Staring at the bottom of the bottle Pour it out for the fam take the shots In the land, shoot first think last that's the motto Money on my mind Mega Millions on the rise, scratch off like I'm tryna win the lotto Lot of baller niggas done lied about their jump shots Tryna play the shooter 'til they shot him (pow) Got 'em (pow pow) Shoes off and kick up my feet Talk dirty, never brush my teeth Tell em I'm Rosa Parks, they can suck my seed I ain't giving up my seat Saw my face through the stain glass window in church Demons in the night when I sleep Stole the collection cash out the pastor's purse Gave it to a bum to get something to eat Paper twistin, bend it backwards Flip the script, dyslexic actors Atom smashing, passing, bombing, writing it off my taxes Uncle Sam done put a deficit on my debit card Me, Mick Jenkins and Chancelor, chances are you no competitor (OnGaud my nigga)

Fuckin' You Right

XZIBIT "Restless"
[Xzibit talkin] Listen to this, I'm just tryna do this for us You know what I'm sayin, you scream at the top of your fucking lungs Yeah, I'm just tryna do this hard work and get this good between us baby, yeah Look, Samantha, Loraine, Monica, Veronica Veronica, she treated my dick like a harmonica How you think I learned how to twist it and turn Ya back until it's broke, make you feel it in your throat It was Pamela, Linda, Keisha, Nicole Had me fuckin while I was drivin on cruise control Can't wait to get it home and teach it all to you Look I'm just tryna be the best, I'm doin it all for you You know that thing with the peanut butter My Brooklyn bitch said fuck untyin the ropes, it's faster with a box cutter I know you love the way I'm diggin you out But always wanna fuckin aruge so let's figure this out I'm just tryna make you happy bitch Who's there for you anytime you get in the mood for suckin a dick I took the time out to find out what ya like You bust fifteen nuts, wanna get up and fight So look [Chorus] You should thank of all the bitches that I have in my life All the experience I'm gettin got me fuckin you right Never took time to see it and plus All you thinkin 'bout is yourself, I'm thinkin for us You love the way I beat it down when I come in the house And all in ya mouth, the bedroom, kitchen and couch You should thank all of the bitches that I have in my life All the experience I'm gettin got me fuckin you right It was Gina, Julie, Renee, Ty and Tammy Made me spend some extra days in Miami Candy, Trisha, Prescilla, Melissa Showed X to the Z it's better with three Who could fuck your ass better than me (pssst) I think not, hard knock the cock, welcome to my sweat shop I pick locks made by NFL, NBA, NHL, fuck all day You could say I didn't do this shit Unsatisfied bitches gotta go out and chase the dick And that's just not the thing to do So I learn new shit from the next bitch and teach it to you Now don't you love it how I shove it baby (hell yeah) When we be fuckin and we thuggin baby (hell yeah) The way I hit it when I pump it baby (hell yeah) And don't I spit it when I bust it baby (hell yeah) [Chorus] I insist that we fuckin on videotape Just incase a bitch lose face and try and call rape If you know somethin that might excite up our late night Got an open invite to lay us a pipe Make ya head feel like your wet, warm and tight I'll go from all night 'til the sun turn bright Two wrongs don't make it right bitch, no need to cheat (Pussy just a piece of meat, another means to eat) Big Tray D told me that, as a matter of fact You only tell me that you love me when you're flat on your back You wanna leave me now bitch, my fuckin feelings is hurt Why am I the only one that's tryna make this work [Chorus] [Tray D talking to fade]

Alkaholik

XZIBIT "Restless"
(feat. Erick Sermon, Tha Alkaholiks) [X] C'mon [E] Xzibit! [X] Yeah.. [E] Ahh, ahh, E-Dub [Xzibit] It's that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go Niggaz gettin knocked out is part of my show Let 'em know who they fuckin with yo, a rhyme wrangler Tri-angular push-up the hillside strangler Dangle a, nigga by the ankle off the balcony Now let his punk ass go, look out below (BELOWWWW) It's a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go down We officially not fuckin around Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box (hah!) with my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshot So heatbox all day in a nigga face and all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate [Chorus 2X: Xzibit *singing*] Call it what you wanna call it I'm a fuckin Alkaholik Bring it if you really want it Ain't gotta put no extras on it! [Erick Sermon] Yo, I'm in the zone, and lyrically gone Got the spot blown, BOOM! Oklahoma Watch the aroma, catch those who love me My underground dirty cats on dune buggies I be the type to take your watch and flaunt it Kidnap T. Lewis and Jimmy Jam on it Yo, I bang a nigga head til his neck pop Do a KRS-One to a 'Black Cop' X and E's, out for cream Get the money, while you stay broker than Al Bundy Uhh, give it to y'all, in 'Any Given Sunday' With J. Foxx name the spot, make it hot (I hate E so much right now!) Blow it down hooker bounce come off the ropes like J. Snooka [*X*: Two fly motherfuckers] You can't fuck widdit Backed by +Open Bar+, so y'all forget it [Chorus] [J-Ro] J-McEnroe, cam smashin, party crashin I eat MC's like a ration I'm sockin niggaz in they goatees I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies I'm in the room with 10 G's, countin ten G's cause we need a bag of weed (can you smell it) Now we need ten dimes, to blow on deez like wind chimes Time to close the blinds cause you all in mines I bought a bottle for the session, and did not share it Drink so much Captain Mo' all I need is a parrot You took the Alkaholik challenge, and lost your balance You underground, we under water drinkin liquid by the gallons [Tash] Slurred words, double vision, brain bustin, head rushin Since I'm too drunk to walk, I rock a party on crutches and still rush the roughest MC who wanna get it Forget it, it's Likwit, Tha Liks and, Xzibit Ca-Tash on the blast the final piece to the puzzle I slap bitches on the ass I slap tits up out the muzzle I shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes consistant You wack and I'm Ca-Tash and that's the motherfuckin difference For instance, '21 and Over' set your clocks back (Tick tock tick tock) Still standin where the rocks at Two-thousand-one, we still young guns that's +Restless+ (Thirty niggaz, sixty hoes) and that's the motherfuckin guestlist! [Chorus]

Blowin' Up In The World

Kool G. Rap "4 5 6"
Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York A nigga livin foul (repeat 2X) As I steps inside the playground I lays down my laws at the door and any nigga that's lookin for trouble gotsta face these silver double four's that I be packin on my hip hollow tips inside the clip Ready to rip a niggaz shit and make his wig slip to the side as a homocide's commited I gets rid of niggaz quick cause ain't no bullshit permitted I'm a outlaw, the motherfuckin villain doin killings, I won't stop until the morgue got bodies stacked up to the fuckin ceiling And ain't no drivebys, a mag and a bag lady, disguised and surprise you got a hole between your fuckin eyes Niggaz is grazed, catchin strays from the blaze Amazed by the ways I lays em down when my shit sprays Crazy brains hangin, and niggaz veins are swingin Bangin and gunslingin, even my own fuckin ears are ringin cause what I carry's much bigger than Dirty Harry's Do a Hail Mary, I make Bloody Mary's out of your capillaries Pieces of flesh, hangin off a niggaz chest, cause the vest that he dress, couldn't FUCK with the Smith and Wess' Motherfuckers runnin for miles, bodies stacked up in piles I'm killin executioner style Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York A nigga livin foul -- I kill em executioner style - G. Rap (repeat 2X) I keeps my forty-five loaded with dum-dums, in rear I hold this right at my waist for just in case somebody gots to get exploded Cause G. Rap ain't that nigga that try to play so nigga lay low or get yourself a pair of wings, a harp, and a halo Clown, keep fuckin around, and you'll be dead G I'm spttin out the lead see, to split your fuckin head like the Red Sea Charged up with anger, six slugs in every chamber Dangerous stranger, with itchy trigger fingers like Lone Ranger I'm comin to split your cabbage like a savage and put two in yo' ass bitch and one inside the wifey and the baby carriage So head for the hills, I kills niggaz for thrills Causin crazy blood spill, when I let one drill in your grill I will pull out the glock to clear the blocky when I cock it Get laid and played out of pocket with a rocket in your eye socket So raise up queers, and say your fuckin prayers I've been killin for years, huntin motherfuckers like reindeers If one nigga's left standin, I'll squeeze the cannon (BOOM) Opened his motherfuckin ass like the Grand Canyon Layin faggot niggaz like towel when I gets wild and fouol I'm killin executioner style Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York A nigga livin foul -- I kill em executioner style - G. Rap (repeat 2X) .. I take ten paces, draw my shit, and aim at niggaz faces Leavin no traces so a nigga's BEATIN body cases I'm wettin shit up, you get hit up, by the super soaker Brain after brain, I'm a motherfuckin chain smoker Cause it's the rootin tootin with the six-shooter Put a hole in your trooper so big niggaz can hula hoop ya Liftin them Smith and Wessuns like the westerns I blow out a niggaz intestines, and send him back to the fuckin essence Bullet rows, blows out the nose of my fo'-fo' Gunnin down all you bozos who run and call for po-po Send in paramedics and bring a lot of antisthetics Motherfuckin bodies are beheaded, niggaz are shredded So nigga get ready to meet your fuckin fate, when I send six trey-eight straight into your motherfuckin chest plate G. Rap been murderin niggaz since a child, you can go and check my files I'm killin executioner style Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York A nigga livin foul -- I kill em executioner style - G. Rap (repeat 2X)

103 And Roosy

ACTION BRONSON "Blue Chips"
Medication in the plastic bag I'm a man motherfucker, you're a half a fag My chest is hairy like the Cubans rocking silk In the 80s on Miami beach You're just a rabbit that be captured by the falcons feet I hunt for the meat see me we can thump in the street Fuck around leave you slumped in your seat Cause we're coming from Queens, every platter is Zagat rated Caramelized up, bulls are getting castrated Hold up hold up someone pass the weed to me Fuck a routine I'm switching up the scenery Boats with decks strictly using throats for sex Yoga stretch, open pussy like a sofa bed Key lime spear fishing off the Yucatan Grab a barracuda higher than a parachuter Pair of shooters Anthony and Harper Caciocavalli dog I'm sharper than the archer I'm an artisan down for bi-partisan Cause everyone getting paid see me with the freshest fade Charles Oakley gecko belts and durangos I fuck good and make big seeds like a mango NFL ready, sculpted for the clay court Simple spaghetti shifting in the gray sport Suck my dick bitch real good Mother fuck a kid, Action Bronsolino suck my balls No disrespect ma, I'm tryna eat the pussy Lift your legs over you head so I can taste the tushy King Thrust is what they call me at the hooker house 260 pounds of pressure right in a hookers mouth 5'7" with the ass of of a horse Put it in from behind its the salad I toss She ride me like a maniac Best believe the bitch a brainiac She known to keep a fresh shaven cat Milk chocolate and her eyes like the sun Keep a loaded 22 inside her thighs and her buns Her pussy lips are tight just like the box of a nun She'll have a fiend itchy and scratchy for rock in the slums Boosting in the boostiere I give my favorite Goose away just to get a closer look at how the juices spray Fucking tired can't go no more My raps are marinated days ahead Jalapeno cream cheese on the raisin bread That's for breakfast I've got a death wish you never catch Bronsolino in a necklace I'm on the block like tetris Caddy green Northstar engine Pecan pie seats Lord I'm a legend Queens shit man

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