your biz Pop, they caught me off guard, I was stuck the beat shit fucked I went down to my knees and put out the trees I sat down on the benches He
then reload the shit Head straight to the airport and unload some bricks No lying, you niggaz see me comin' down the streets You'd think I was flyin', 12
of the street thugs yo, I don't mean to brag But I'd be drivin' in a Jag I wouldn't be hittin' the East side lowridin' I'd be in Hollywood or Venice
Front Street, program, all your SP-12 beats Y'all roll up dust, smokin PCP, I come with big heat Y'all run y'all knowledge down, send your Rolex down
crack You better worry bout you, don't worry bout me I pop three, out the drop-e I smoke broccoli, you know we got D Duece Poppi and T double D We got
the smoke go? I take the heat, and take it back where they "Lo'joe" I blow the point Compton's Loc'd Out On the D.L keep a low profile Niggers don't
Fat Mack keep 12-Mack ??? be down for the brawl That nigga pimpin' small Got some fire off the wall V-Dog you know he boss hard ??? playa you know that nigga down
mothafuckin real thug shit. You niggaz ain't ready. Gone (gone) down (down), shut'n shit down (shut'n shit down). Completely down (completely down).
black wall chain, you know im gona ride and aint shit change but the right to claim both sides ( east side west side ! ) notorious ! nigas know me down
then reload the shit Head straight to the airport and unload some bricks No lie, you niggas see me comin' down the streets You'd think I was flyin', 12
brids and a tre pound But this time I riding for family Like Khaled did for Ross, they hold it down in Miami On my way to Michigan, not to see D12 I'
Yo Capri, yo this is Diamond, um Check it out um, I moved the session to next Wednesday At 12 noon, plug me in at D' You'll be outta there by one o'clock
' about how that dick be all that, he blowin' backs out Please, I was in the drop three it was D and his man from D.C. On some straight P.D., I ain't
am I s'posed to go, hey See me ridin' in a Chevy 44 on the seat With a quarter or a blow get low than we see No tag, no license, trunk loaded with D Ridin' Fulton in D
the clock strikes 12 on the wall I see your eyes are saying Ooh, let's take it back to the way it was And how we know it should be Ooh, we'll turn down
m on 03' cash Such a CEO, like my homie D-Dash Gas... we mash like Pac and the outlaws and we stand-up, and try not to down-fall tryin to reach my goal
pipe and whipe down, Think for a minute cause the hype had died down, That I wont go up in the oval office right now, And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down
intro) bang bang im back shady n konvict (verse 1) with ma crew d12 i shot n kill kim but before i tell you despoles her body in the bin