D12 - Throw It Up lyrics

[Chorus 2x: Kuniva] Now when you reppin' in these streets, say it... and if you handlin' your beef, say it... You got your hood on lock, say... If it's crime on your block, say... [Proof] I put men on canvas have they a** off the street cancerous We call that the "Hammer Dancers" That's the 3-5-7, now the feds want us cause we lead dump and head hunters Borough of every hood, in this crime life My name painted on the block or this limelight A G ain't nuthin' but a letter, you can hang, man and these gang wars though out the gang lands Got no problem with hurtin' a church My model was murking 'em first when they said they servin' their turf With no sea food, make 'em see through I'm into slappin' n***as, next n***a [Swifty McVay] ...Me too My eliminations way too hasty, they don't chase me (Uh-huh) I send more red dots than pastries When the medal is sworn, label me the desolate one It ain't no settlin' beef, I'm destined to come to any hood, it ain't no justice, you wishin' it was This crime life got me stealin' your goods I'm a mental patient, on the way to the central station Ain't no wastin' time and I'm sure I ain't facin' time Breaker 1-9, the narcs be swarmim' on they walkie talkies, tryin' to block me with a warnin' I'mma disappear like Spawn, and be gone To the other side of the country, by the morning Yeah! [Chorus 2x: Kuniva] Now when you reppin' in these streets, say it... and if you handlin' your beef, say it... You got your hood on lock, say... If it's crime on your block, say... [Kon Artis / Mr. Porter] Cold nights in the pen turn a heart cold Cold pinches we sleep on keep a back strong My brother told me, "Lil' homie, don't get this wrong If I get locked, make sure you keep the dough flowin' The spots oweing, no slowin', get your grind on" I said, "Fa sho," and now you know I got the hood slowed My lil' bro keep up the front like he the one that owe By the time they figure out, I'll be dead and gone [Kuniva] Now be careful when you see them homies hop out that ride How you can catch a body shot and knock your ribs out your side and the cops are hesitant to come through these parts here We head hunters, so it's evident that we spark fear Token notes, but always give it to a person in need of a serious chin checkin', and we're cursin' indeed to get our point across, clearly ain't no misunderstandin' Now there's nothin' you can do to keep these missles from landin' When the hooligans come out, you should be runnin' for cover By the time you recover from a hit, then here comes another and you know our presence is felt like Christmas Eve Make an example out of you, for her and his to see, boy! [Bizarre] Come to your car window (Yeah), you and your boys get out (Get out!) AK, tech nine, shots rang out It's Christmas time, my kid need some toys That's why I'm in the mini-van, with two of my boys (Yeah!) The king, n***a, I'm a don Detroit: where n***as snatch ?cartneys? and ?alcazon? I'm drunk as (*f***), go lock me out and when I wake up, I'll be at your house chalkin' you out I'm so (*f**ing*) out of my mind A m**m that eats swines with two and a half lines Street wars, my n***as ready to fight Guns, pipes, we ready tonight! [Chorus 2x: Kuniva] Now when you reppin' in these streets, say it... and if you handlin your beef, say it... You got your hood on lock, say... If it's crime on your block, say...