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D12 lyrics - Devils Night

Pimp Like Me

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(feat. Dina Rae) Whattup I gotta tell you motherfuckers the truth This is straight G shit And all you can do is respect it [Swifty McVay] Well I'ma state my name, Swift McVay None of y'all niggaz got shit to say Rhymes keep comin off like a toupee Plus I'm big headed runnin things my way A selfish man, the back of the hand Be slappin the hell out of hoes because I can Prostitute, I want my loot And I don't give a fuck about your broke-ass man and Y'all givin niggaz what they needin 'til bitches understand I'm mean and Swift McVay is, blowin up Courvosier 'til I'm throwin up Wanna playa hate me, bitch so what What's yo' function Where's yo' bucks All you wanna do is wanna stick him up You wanna rob me but I got too much (hah) D-12, naturally lifted You niggaz better duck when I cock the biscuit You fuck wit me, I fuck wit you Your entourage, nigga fuck them too I got grenades What the hell your little twenty-two gon' do (Y'all ain't gon' shoot) Y'all major soft Cops gettin mad cause I paid 'em off, made 'em cough blood and shit That's what the hell you motherfuckers get, we runs this bitch So hey, you ain't gotta be scared to fuck If you want head, then prepare to suck (do it) Even if the nigga don't care to nut For every stroke, it's a hundred bucks Respect the game, you just a slut So open your legs up and get my duck [Chorus: Eminem w/ Dina Rae] You just a .. (hoe) You just my .. (hoe) Dirty-ass .. (hoe) I'm yo' pimp, you my bitch [repeat first part 3X] Go get my .. (dough) Go bring me my .. (dough) Dirty-ass .. (hoe) I'm yo' pimp, you my bitch [Proof] I don't spit game, no longer than my name Then when my chain hang, my nuts do the same Don't pay pussy, pussy pay me Bitch, slut, whore or lady (yup) And knowin the fact, I was born to mack That's why I got a hoe in the back, blowin my sac Got good game, that's a hood thang What'd you brang, loot or poo-tang Let 'em all bang, run that cheese Tell that trick nigga (come back please!) Rob a L7, that's a square You a bottom hoe, you got to know Off you I plan to make a lot of dough So suck fast bitch, and swallow slow [swish-slap-swish] (AH!) Bitch quit talkin back [swish-slap-swish] (AH!) Now walk the track [Kon Artis] I don't pay for ass, you pump my gas You get slapped when we're short of cash I get whiplash when I hit the gas And I holla out the window of the hatch Where's my scratch Bitch, that's, it Suck it stroke it make me rich As a token of my appreciation it's another client for you to hit I don't give a fuck if you gotta go home to the kids You shoulda picked another occupation trick Now you're stuck with me, fuck with me and I'ma slap you up in this truck You must be out your mind or somethin Cryin and whinin like you tired or somethin Go suck some head until it aches for Bufferin You don't work You make nothin I'm just another case of a lazy husband [Kuniva] I want the paper stack Buy you an outfit, then take it back When you page me BITCH I never page you back You only act a certain way that I make you act (whattup) Hoes recognize, and niggaz do too Cause they realize that niggaz do shoot Don't like a chick that act too cute Bitch hold my gat down when I shoot hoops (oh yeah) And don't be askin me, all kind of questions All harassin me, callin stressin Or I may have to release some aggression Beat you to death and teach you a lesson Lookin for handouts like you my damn spouse Pull your pants down and fuck my mans now Shut your damn mouth or get in the damn house Off with the damn blouse and suck on my damn crotch [Chorus] [Bizarre] Sell that pussy Sell that pussy bitch Get out there and switch and go make Bizarre rich You gotta itch, you fuckin dirty bitch Now get on the corner, and start suckin some dicks Niggaz want pussy, and I need cash So mom, get out there and start sellin yo' dirty ass Bizarre quick to hit 'em, and then stick 'em Fuck it; I'll let you hit one of my victims (Somebody help I'm on 7 Mile and ..) Shut up bitch, you talk too much Now you about to get fucked in your dirty butt You never seen a pimp like me, out here whorin Shut your fuckin mouth and you'll be out by the mornin Cause I'm the dirties pimp, you ever heard of Give me my five-thousand, and take this cheeseburger (bitch!) Go suck dick in the back of the party So what if you on your period, blood never hurt nobody [Chorus] [Eminem w/ Dina Rae] You just a .. (hoe) You just a .. (hoe) That's all you is .. (hoe, hoe, hoe) You just a, dirty ass bitch A dirty ass, nasty ass, stinky ass, filthy ass, stanky ass bitch (Oooh, ooh-OOOH) Hahahahaha... (lahhh-aHHH) But I love you... (hahaha) .. Kim (mmm) [Outro] And there you have it god damnit, the fundamentals of pimpin You heard it here first, from the Dirtiest Dozen you ever seen in yo' god damn life Yo this is Rondell Fiend on the scene And we keep the pussyholes smilin, because we always whylin YouknowhatI'msayin Fuck all what everybody else talkin about We let you know right here Big pimpin, it ain't dead, we love gettin head, in a dirty-ass bed That's just what we do You know we was throwin heroin pimp parties back in 1968 The pussy is all great I'll see you at eight, bitch

PBR & Reefer

JARREN BENTON "My Grandma's Basement"
[Hook:] P-P-P-PBR, zip and a double cup (PBR and Reefer) P-P-P-PBR, zip and a double cup (PBR and Reefer) P-P-P-PBR, zip and a double cup (PBR and Reefer) P-P-P-PBR, zip and a double cup (PBR and Reefer) This that loud, this that loud This that strong, this that strong This that drink, this that drink That I sip on, that I sip on This that loud, this that loud This that strong, this that strong (PBR and Reefer) This that drink, this that drink That I sip on, that I sip on (PBR and Reefer) [Verse 1] PBR, zip and a double cup, all my bitches double dutch We don't really cuddle much, y'all niggas gay Sweet as Reese's peanut butter cup Show out any bitch, turn up, they like "what the fuck?!" Back up in this bitch with a six pack Tell them sucka ass niggas Jarren said get back Chillin' with yo girlfriend, on Saturday we kick back Call that ho to call me, though I love them hood rats Sippin' on... PBR and reefer Bitch gon' take a bath cause that's the only way I eat her We on it all night Out of weed and brew, that's the shit I don't like Fuck with ya boy, bitch it's been a long night My ho got a side ho, we get along tight 24 ounce, I'mma put it on ice I party with them white boys, my niggas all white Just got back from Cali, bitch it's been a long flight Need a PBR and weed, finna set it off right [Hook] [Verse 2:] PBR and Reefer, leaning in the 'lac Bumping southernplayalistic through the speaker Ride through the A, and I'm looking for a skeezer Suck a nigga dick, shawty do it for the leisure Pound while I'm here, before a nigga leave her Blowin' on that strong that will make you have a seizure Damn I had too many PBRs, so I pull off of the road Damn I think I'm bout to throw up on my T-Shirt Pop the pussy, I'm sweatin' (woo) She pop the pussy, I'm sweatin' (woo) Tell them hatin' niggas don't fuck around Cause my crew just strapped with them weapons Party like a redneck, loud pack Worry sack, can't walk straight, got me spinning like a pyramid I'm high as the tip of a pyramid Bitch don't kill my vibe, lock her out, shut the fuck up I ain't hearing it Flexin' on these hoes, I'm flexin' on these hoes Pour one more, burn one more I'm so trippy off of this dope (Trippy) I fuck up yo summertime, the summer's mine, you ain't know Made a song for all you scumbags who love to drink and smoke [Hook]

The Shit Is Real (DJ Premier Remix)

FAT JOE "Jealous One's Envy"
Yeah This is goin' out ... to all the live motherfuckers, knowhatumsayin' All the real niggaz, Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, California La Perla, Puerto Rico, whatever the fuck you're from, youknowhatumsayin' Yeah Verse One: This story takes place, back in the South Bronx Where at the age of fourteen I was ready to knockin' off punks (yeah!) And suckers were scared to death Every time I walked by I hit them niggaz take their last breath (ahhh..) See, I just didn't give a fuck And if you had a seed skin, I let the bomba you was getting stuck (word!) That was the way it was One day I went to visit my aunt, and stuck up my cous See, something was fucked up back then No matter what the fuck I did, I never had no ends And my moms was on walfare Aiyyo I knew I had a father, but the nigga was never there So what the fuck was I had to do When sick and tired to bein' the bummiest nigga out the crew I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash! I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick-fast Gimme your motherfucking loot, popi I'm goin' to get paid and can't a damn thing stop me See, I'm tired of this porshit And who the cops Well they can suck my motherfuckin' dick! Cause all them niggaz ever do is harass That's why I came glad when I heard somebody swooped that ass (*gunshot*) Just to let ya know how I feel, word'em up The fuckin' shit is real Chorus: (*background cuts Down on the real *) Aiyyo its real Aiyyo the shit is real The fuckin shit is real Aiyyo its real Verse Two: Now I'm sixteen and there's a brand new scene I'm makin' mad dupe, gettin' paid off the dope fiends (word) *Deep in shit* the checkin order, and my main man Tone was fuckin everybody else's daughter See everybody knew in town that Joe and Tone had shit locked down And a nigga wouldn't test me It seems like every other day the fucking cops arrest me (yea!) But the shit would never stick I make one phone call and he'll be out by quick Cause uncle Tan had my back And now niggaz gettin' jealous cause they know I'm livin' fat Talkin shit around the way and over block But never in my face cause they knew I'd clap the glock And my crew is mad deep I'm punchin crazy puerto rican, so why yo don't sleep (word!) And all you bitch ass niggaz know the deal, check it out The fucking shit is real Chorus Verse Three: Let me let ya know why I made this song (why!) Brothers can't deal with the real, word is bond I'm sick and tired of these fake ass niggaz Sayin' that they're catchin' bodies when they never pulled a trigga I know ya style, I've seen it before You wearin' army suit, now you think you're hardcore Drinkin on your 40's, smokin on your blunts Then afford a chainsaw, yo there ho fronts ,yeah You fakin' the funk, kid And you'd be *kidnapped* the ass if you ever did a fucking bid It's time to separate the real from the phony The name is Fat Joe, punk, act like you know me I come from crypt with that ruff shit Nowadays I can't believe the *bull/boo* rappers come up with And all y'all bitch ass niggaz know the deal, check it out The fuckin shit is real Chorus Outro: Word up! I wanna say peace to my peeps, the Beatnuts Messengers Of Funk, strictly Roots My man Four Flex, Zulu Nation Jazzy J in the house Diamond D, the whole Diggin' In The Crates crew And rest in peace to my man Tony Montana Aiyo, I'm out, word is bond The shit is real (*Premier cuts Fat Joe's in town *)

Klondike Shit

MICK JENKINS "Trees & Truths"
You say you a bad bitch You got ass, you got ass You got ass and tits Where you buy that, girl? Where you cop that? Where you buy that, girl? Where you cop that? Where you cop-cop that? You say you a bad bitch You got ass, you got ass You got ass and tits Where you buy that, girl? Where you cop that? Where you cop that, girl? You say you a bad bitch I say you just average What, you got a man out in Beverly Hills? Man-man out in Beverly Hills? Some dumb nigga pay your bills? You do coke, you pop pills, got no skills Except for your last dude All of your girls stand in line for the bathroom Screaming out "Cash rules" Coming out faded And I swear that she used to be darker, no Peter Parker Could spin a web of lies like this A measure of a woman is defined by thick What would you do to be noticed? Singing, what would you do on some Klondike shit? And her pussy on point She ain't never been afraid of needles A simp ass nigga gone fuck, resistance is feeble Fuck pilates, you purchased the perfect body She look too good to do work in lobbies You don't even work You just come fuck with some clothes and a purse, it's the perfect hobby All of your relationships worthless, probably Thirst is probably got you parched You got niggas out here thirsty with them ass shots in starch Stiff as hell Then a piff in hell You fugitive. You infidel. You faded And I swear that she used to be darker, no Peter Parker Could spin a web of lies like this The measure is a woman who's defined by thick What would you do to be noticed Screaming what would you do on some Klondike shit? You a bad bitch You got ass, you got ass You got ass and tits Where you buy that, girl? Where you cop that? Where you buy that, girl? Where you cop that? Where you cop-cop that? You say you a bad bitch You got ass, you got ass You got ass and tits Where you buy that, girl? Where you cop that? Where you cop that, girl? You say you a bad bitch I say you just average World star hip hop Do this shit [?] Even though you put my motherfucking video out there Showing my cooty-cat Who does that? Y'all ain't even pay me for that But you know what, I'm a' let you have that cause I'm a real bitch And I'll let you keep that little bit of money, it's okay You know, you put my business out in the streets World star hip hop But guess what? Y'all can kiss my ass Cause I'm still the baddest bitch Cooty-cat or not And I have a pretty pooty-cat For y'all motherfucking haters Get with the program The baddest bitch alive The Puerto Rican princess Shout out to the real niggas! My booty is fat, my titties are fat, my stomach is flat And I'm the baddest bitch And bitches don't hate Get with the motherfucking program Get like me Don't be mad at me cause I do what I do You say you a bad bitch You got ass, you got ass You got ass and tits Where you buy that, girl? Where you cop that? Where you buy that, girl? Where you cop that? Where you cop-cop that? You say you a bad bitch You got ass, you got ass You got ass and tits Where you buy that, girl? Where you cop that? Where you cop that, girl? You say you a bad bitch I say you just average

Straight Like That

Capone -N- Noreaga "The Reunion"
[Intro] I'll murder you...you...and you Don't give a fuck about you..you... [Chorus 1] [Capone] It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga [Final Chapter] Straight like that [Capone] We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack [Algado] Straight like that [Capone] We eat, sleep, shit street life [Algado] Straight like that [Capone] We get knocked bail the same night [Algado] Straight like that [Chorus 2] We gettin bitches, bitches, money, money, basically There ain't no kissin, we just fuckin honeys, basically You see y'all snitchin niggaz talkin funny, basically Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically [Capone] I'm off Beezlebub, I walk wit the mac in my sweats Air forces, wife beater, fitted cap to the left My chain hang 35 inches, my heat 7 and a quarter Beard 8 and a third, and my piece be Orca There's no need for peace offers, my niggas be shootin, we riot We run the streets quiet, cuz the law's biased Skip the battles back in 86, now niggaz tattle, chop crazy bricks Cop new kicks, quick to say they rich Fantasize and flatten the hills, for niggaz in ghettos Its crack, bullets that kill, dreams are fulfilled Murders, ink in cold blood, holdin grudges for years I keep two bitches, two hot biscuits, four dot sixes The sorrow to swallow, I follow my motto Squeeze first, since the day I slung, ready rockin a bottle I stand and deliver like Edward Olmos, wet whatever Respect whatever, I talk with a tech forever [Algado] Our show's at your service on behalf of Final Chapter ? I'm not a rapper, quick to slap ya Got scheme, its not a factor, we gotta shine first Have 'em coppin your album just for our verse Straight like that, y'all better tell 'em I hope they don't act like we won't smack to back of their cerebellum Oh and did I mention? if I feel tension Get the full arm extension, get the whole block's attention I know you keep your life in your cash Your cash in the stash, stash in the car, car in the lot So when I blow up the lot ::BOOM:: your whole shit stop Y'all rappers is backwards, make the game flip flop I'll take you to the spot with no witnesses and no cops Better have your glock out and cocked, about to pop To hustlers like Flynt, sellin cracks like Sprint A dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it [Chorus 1 2] [Final Chapter] Aiyyo, aiyyo I peeped your true colors while y'all niggaz was blinded I been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhymin You know me, illest flow, ain't no seconds for timing My sixteens'll rip through beats, cut deeper than diamonds Make ya niggaz start to worry cuz my hood is dark and blurry When shots flurry, niggaz point guard like Marbury Ain't no arguing, all my click'll do is get the targeting Final Chapter split pies in two, its half bargaining I've seen you niggaz come up quick and then fall I've seen you frontin for your broad like her pussy's the bomb Clowns findin their stash gone but my cash is long So I'ma let y'all pass on, cuz you ass like a thong My click is movin out, now is you rollin along? Til I perish I'm spittin strong, it's that shit that I'm on Final Chapter's comin at ya, now the drama is born Settle in this street life from the hoods to the lord [Noreaga] Aiyyo I'm still ghetto, that's why these niggaz love me I'm still on the run eatin so I got chubby I spaz up in the Tunnel, stab niggaz with pens That's why til this day they don't let me in I be in New York smokin LA weed I hate a bitch named Pebbles like LA Reed I dead niggaz like Pac and BIG, blocks to live These niggaz can't eat like hostages Fuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords I rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards And everything that went down was cool with me As long as I came back with my jewelry We had machine guns, I think we had two or three And two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo For bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window You know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3 [Chorus 1 2]

Straight Like That

NOREAGA "The Reunion"
[Intro] I'll murder you...you...and you Don't give a fuck about you..you... [Chorus 1] [Capone] It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga [Final Chapter] Straight like that [Capone] We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack [Algado] Straight like that [Capone] We eat, sleep, shit street life [Algado] Straight like that [Capone] We get knocked bail the same night [Algado] Straight like that [Chorus 2] We gettin bitches, bitches, money, money, basically There ain't no kissin, we just fuckin honeys, basically You see y'all snitchin niggaz talkin funny, basically Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically [Capone] I'm off Beezlebub, I walk wit the mac in my sweats Air forces, wife beater, fitted cap to the left My chain hang 35 inches, my heat 7 and a quarter Beard 8 and a third, and my piece be Orca There's no need for peace offers, my niggas be shootin, we riot We run the streets quiet, cuz the law's biased Skip the battles back in 86, now niggaz tattle, chop crazy bricks Cop new kicks, quick to say they rich Fantasize and flatten the hills, for niggaz in ghettos Its crack, bullets that kill, dreams are fulfilled Murders, ink in cold blood, holdin grudges for years I keep two bitches, two hot biscuits, four dot sixes The sorrow to swallow, I follow my motto Squeeze first, since the day I slung, ready rockin a bottle I stand and deliver like Edward Olmos, wet whatever Respect whatever, I talk with a tech forever [Algado] Our show's at your service on behalf of Final Chapter I'm not a rapper, quick to slap ya Got scheme, its not a factor, we gotta shine first Have 'em coppin your album just for our verse Straight like that, y'all better tell 'em I hope they don't act like we won't smack to back of their cerebellum Oh and did I mention if I feel tension Get the full arm extension, get the whole block's attention I know you keep your life in your cash Your cash in the stash, stash in the car, car in the lot So when I blow up the lot ::BOOM:: your whole shit stop Y'all rappers is backwards, make the game flip flop I'll take you to the spot with no witnesses and no cops Better have your glock out and cocked, about to pop To hustlers like Flynt, sellin cracks like Sprint A dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it [Chorus 1 2] [Final Chapter] Aiyyo, aiyyo I peeped your true colors while y'all niggaz was blinded I been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhymin You know me, illest flow, ain't no seconds for timing My sixteens'll rip through beats, cut deeper than diamonds Make ya niggaz start to worry cuz my hood is dark and blurry When shots flurry, niggaz point guard like Marbury Ain't no arguing, all my click'll do is get the targeting Final Chapter split pies in two, its half bargaining I've seen you niggaz come up quick and then fall I've seen you frontin for your broad like her pussy's the bomb Clowns findin their stash gone but my cash is long So I'ma let y'all pass on, cuz you ass like a thong My click is movin out, now is you rollin along Til I perish I'm spittin strong, it's that shit that I'm on Final Chapter's comin at ya, now the drama is born Settle in this street life from the hoods to the lord [Noreaga] Aiyyo I'm still ghetto, that's why these niggaz love me I'm still on the run eatin so I got chubby I spaz up in the Tunnel, stab niggaz with pens That's why til this day they don't let me in I be in New York smokin LA weed I hate a bitch named Pebbles like LA Reed I dead niggaz like Pac and BIG, blocks to live These niggaz can't eat like hostages Fuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords I rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards And everything that went down was cool with me As long as I came back with my jewelry We had machine guns, I think we had two or three And two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo For bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window You know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3 [Chorus 1 2]

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