D12 - Keep Talkin' lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent] Ay yo, what's up, yo this is 50 cent You're here with mah man Green Lantern And you know how the f** it go down You wanna hate? Okay, it's okay, You can hate me baby! I'm on fire right now ya b**h a** n***a, ya heard me.. [Ad Lib: Bizarre] Yeah Detroit motherf**er DJ Green Lantern (the evil genius) D12 We ain't going nowhere We still smoking crack n***a! Ha ha Let them know HA-HA [Hook: Eminem] b**h, keep talking Keep on popping off with them jaws because we ain't stopping We ain't got to prove sh** to yall So all yall can lick the balls and keep walking Keep on popping that sh** you're popping Cause we ain't stopping, cause you ain't stopping us We ain't got to prove sh** to yall So all yall can lick the balls and keep walking [Verse 1: Kuniva] Yo, (Kuniva!) the derelict's back I'm blazing n***as while they up in the Sheraton last I even sold my therapist crack You n***as is b**h, straight up, I'm bearing the facts I love p**y wit all my heart but Im married to gats And n***a I'm top pedigree so don't play wit me I'll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat Kids and all be hit Peers and all mausberg will take your back, liver ribs and all Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter Packing guns when I'm sleep walking (b**h, keep talking) Throwing fire bombs down your chimney While you eating at Wendy's I'm in your bushes co*king the semi Nice with the hands Never bow down to another man I was popping guns while you was still popping some rubber bands Smother your clan Sever your hands and your legs Mail your brother your heart and send your mother your head [Verse 2: Swift] I'm the only one your b**h let touch her Type of brother that will f** your mother With a fishnet rubber A belligerent and rowdy motherf**er That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on Atella When it comes to beefing, it ain't no explaining I'll change your language with a stainless I'm contained with an anguish to leave you famous I'm a deranged pit you all lift an AK to beat your face with n***as don't say sh**, f** your hype man If it's a bystander standing by I'm fire in at your, cause I can You get squashed like pop cans I be shooting 7 up in your mouth, man I'm about to sell your mama bud and lace it So when she fires it up she's coughing blood I love to see 'em wasted I'm made to behave in this case You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced [Hook] [Verse 3: Bizarre] (Bizzy, come on!) I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule I'm here to talk about little Ray Ray and what I'mma do Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it, he'd probably sue Next week, this sh**'ll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive) The first time I had s**... a dirty mattress No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards Bizarre been f**ing raw all summer Lets make a trade, my wife for your brother Psyche, I'm not bis**ual I'm an intellectual, transs**ual, with one testicle (one nut!) And I ain't saying sh** just cause it rhyme I got colon cancer, I'm dying [Verse 4: Proof] YAY! YAY! Rest in peace Jam Master Jay, 2Pac and Notorious BIG I'm probably the best God in the flesh Blow your heart out your chest And your chest out your vest Leave your body a mess streets bloody as hell Study my trail I cut and me fail A druggy on bail nutty as well Which such like Buddy Revel Dead or in jail Still heading for hell The ghetto rebels the wrong guy Now get your lungs, heart Leave you full of holes like Spongebob We can set this from your front door to your CEO office Got the key to your coffin To pee on you often Greet me wit offers we taken over Or get China white mixed wit baking soda Your hear me Get CRACKED! [Outro: Eminem] f**ing crack heads And this is just mix tape sh** you f**ing morons This ain't brains over brawns This is bullies over f**ing pussies Ha ha, come on [Hook]