D12 - 100 lyrics

[Intro: Bizarre] A lot of n***as say they real man But these n***as ain't real [Hook: Bizarre] (x4) I keep it a hundred [Verse 1: Kuniva] You know how we do it, Dirty Dozen, G-Unit Overcook the beef until its over and you leak fluid I speak fluent, real talk, you at peace? Prove it Cause n***as swear they run sh** until they cease moving So who are you fooling if you ain't getting money then what are you doing Get caught without a gun and you're ruined You better connect with some thorough cats before its over with Ride through in the rover then cave your whole shoulder in I know some homies importing boulders, straight soldiers Who sip coffee, read all day, chill in their loafers Who never tell even if the odds are against them In the pen trading favors, while they puffing on the Winston D12 we stick together, thin and thick And keep it family over money, my team are sick and loyal So when it comes down to giving a f** about your squad n***a, I don't I keep it a buck [Verse 2: Swift McVay] McVay season, meat cleaver, car Beamer When they see us they start beefing and turn vegan Start speaking about me and they stop breathing They not leaving an autopsy, the cop's even Got me in a hot seat and I'm not speaking I start cheesing, motherf** the precinct The realest n***a I keep pissing these hot heads off without the penicillin I been a k**er since O-Dog was getting audition Don't push me I [?] to get rid of these b**hes It's that simple I hold strength compared to Conan with a four-fifth Hold it, expose it and put a hole in him the size of a doughnut when I hit him Grim reaper in denim jean, what I'm seeing: you're life is ending They higher than a flight attendant when I mention they start sh**ting An OG with a hitman's pension [Hook: Bizarre] (x4) I keep it a hundred [Verse 3: Kidd Kidd] I'm the one who put the G back in G-Unit I know a lot of G's n***a you ain't it Stop claiming that you that when you ain't this I come through, n***as backed up, you ain't sh** Put my hand on the Bible, swear I'm the truth Got my hand on this rifle, support the troops Black gloves, black mask can't provide the proof I'm in the D with 12 n***as riding for Proof Kidd Kidd, the same n***a, ask about me Type of n***a to hit you, make a rap about it Then sit down 50 and let him laugh about it Smile in your momma face while she sad about it I don't bang colors but I'm very violent No pics, my gun got American flag around it Anybody can get it just let me know who want it If they're riding, I'm riding 100 or nothin' [Verse 4: Young Buck] I'm raw, I wake up just to break the law, Bizarre I just threw my baby momma out the car, 100 Shots to a n***a face, he shouldn't have done it Hit him in his main artery just to keep him from running Jack Daniels and this 40 with this black handle I got powder and pills all in my door panel Barricaded in these bricks looking at door cameras And any time, breaking news, I be on your channel I tell the Pope I sell dope, I got no manners f** a rich b**h broke, I got no standards f** your birthday, I don't even blow candles I'm just looking out for them police cars with no antenna [Hook: Bizarre] (x4) I keep it a hundred