D12 - 6 Reasons lyrics

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D12 - 6 Reasons lyrics

Proof) You wish that you could bear me black D12 standing back No planning that Def methods, we got a hand in that Whoever run this sh** You get a jammed knee cap Make the healthy get sick And your fam handicapped You a fan of rap My clan attack Your school, home, your b**h house Pull my nine milli You gon' die with your fist out Him an his It's over with Venom is this cobra spit Agressive dialect with agressive Sober b**h My bionic fires demonish atlonics Demonic is tainted chronic Impossible to hold down like vomit Mics I palm it You stay to bomb it Like tourists that's Islamic I enter your atmosphere like a comet The new god of rap Call me n***a Thor Snap your back When I slap your a** in a figure four From miles around they can feel it's lethal I make hardcore groups like Wu Tang Look like the Village People (f*gs) No sequel The general let the senistal Abort your mind state and k** your inner child (Bizarre) It's been a while Since you b**h n***as heard of me Cuz the last six months I been doing R&B But now I'm on some sick sh** n***as better duck quick You don't know who you're f**ing with I'll leave you n***as breathless Seeing me and Bugz rolling in the blue hummer You a b**h, scared to shoot like Lindsay Hunter Don't need to be a father Cuz I'm just to illmatic I'll probably poison my kids Like flowers in the alley f** your anorexic neglects it f** a Lexus I'm doing drivebys on XXX BMX's (Bugz) I know a girl who said she's prio And her sign is a Leo Bugzy f**ed her in a Regal And then she took me to my P.O. f** rollin' ceelo I'm down to a c-note Lost a g' rollin' dice at that punk a** casino But f** it (sh**) cuz when times get bad See me and drag with the mags On unsuspecting f*gs (b**h) I gotta shoot b**h you got the boot And hurry up with it I'm trying to catch this prostitute (I got ten) (Kuniva) I'm the n***a that spotted ya Spit something hot at ya Rip your Nautica Saw you backstage and shot at ya And k** subliminally You can go on And spin your group name 25 times in one song I'll still write about you Hip hop is better off without you Blowing n***as outta they bathrobes And funky house shoes For the hell of it I f** Missy Elliott Don't give a f** if her belly gets In my way, I'm still nailing it Got this verbal tech nine Spitting at you for telling sh** Get this dead body off the mic I'm f**in smelling it (Kon Artis) f** it Let's have a scrub out f** around with us and see what happen We all got them guns blappin Got y'all n***as back tracking Ya, we dump bodies in seashores Busting DJs over they backs with keyboards Turn up my levels Your crew is fruitier than pebbles Changin you razor back MCs to running trebles Bust up Kon Artis, quick to smack your s*ut up Keep a pack of rubbers Just in case I gotta nutt up Brigade style hold 'em out down That's how it's meant to be You kick the same sh** Your whole tape sound like a symphony Don't say sh** to me It's DP carry your daughter Talking b**hes outta they panties Dollars and last quarters Like that horsemen I'll leave your whack crowns hutless Watch Defarius come to my show And leave dreadless Whoever said this slash rapper and producer Wouldn't make your head twist Guard your grill and your necklace (Chorus) I got 6 reasons why we keep sh** coming Dirty Dozen left n***as running for cover Hiding behind your lovers Skirting off peeling rubber As we shout "DON'T fu*k WITH DIRTY DOZEN" 6 reasons why keep sh** coming Dirty Dozen left n***as running for cover Hiding behind your lovers Skirting off peeling rubber As we shout "DON'T fu*k WITH DIRTY DOZEN" I got 6 reasons why we keep sh** coming Dirty Dozen left n***as running for cover Hiding behind your lovers Skirting off peeling rubber As we shout "DON'T fu*k WITH DIRTY DOZEN" Yeah yeah b**h (what what) We'll bring it to your crew We'll bring it to your crew Any of y'all Die b**h Don't f** with Dirty Dozen Dirty Dozen Bugz Proof Bizarre Don't f** with Dirty Dozen Da Brigade b**h DJ Head Don't f** with Dirty Dozen The saga starts right now If you ain't down with us from this day on Then f** you