G-Shottie Ft/infa 1, Pretty Ugly & Scotty Po-Che
D12 · Other Songs - D12
Infa 1:
Niggaz is dead sick yeah i said it
Sayin yall burf'd me
Man yall aint bred shit
So y yall talkin i aint listenin
"EURF TA CHRIS!!!"
Yall can keep talkin shit
Suck my dick fuck wit me
Yall can get touched by a angel
U fuckin' touch me
Itz i was fuckin' touched by a bitch
Hell yeah d12 send deadly shotz through e-mail
Fast & quick so u c hell and i hope u get caught
& send u ta jail
Real papha da money we gettin'
And da honey's we dippin
Just know their "brainz" will be splittin'
But they real degenerent
Chi-Town niggaz tell u how real it is
And who killin' it
Like 50 da realist niggz doin' da realist shit
Aftha-shock bombz u can be dead and still feel da MID
Proof:
Boomin, bouncin, 40 oz.'s,
Homiez bouncin, honey's surruondin us
Showz springin, hoes bringin friendz 4 da "D" and "Em"
Itz just me & him
We all up in da place
It don't matter da race battles & space
D12 Proof of dat exsistz
'cause no one can resist dis
8mile we shakedown & breakdown niggaz
& bullshittaz
Bull drinkaz click-click sticky finghaz
Porno graphic tactix rapshit
Eminem got my back on dis
S.Po:
(New York Favorate Rappa)
I a make u famous
A gun clap aroun of applause u rappaz
Dissolvin' quicka den
Vanilla Ice's career in rappin
I can pop til im dead
Bitch don't stop til there's no more head
Sho more legz no, no fuck ya manz
U c i knew u fell in love
When u touched da benz
& clutch da dick wit yo handz
Big favaz i like yo 20 diffrent flavaz
NYC u a 10 YC
*need to finish*
Niggaz is dead sick yeah i said it
Sayin yall burf'd me
Man yall aint bred shit
So y yall talkin i aint listenin
"EURF TA CHRIS!!!"
Yall can keep talkin shit
Suck my dick fuck wit me
Yall can get touched by a angel
U fuckin' touch me
Itz i was fuckin' touched by a bitch
Hell yeah d12 send deadly shotz through e-mail
Fast & quick so u c hell and i hope u get caught
& send u ta jail
Real papha da money we gettin'
And da honey's we dippin
Just know their "brainz" will be splittin'
But they real degenerent
Chi-Town niggaz tell u how real it is
And who killin' it
Like 50 da realist niggz doin' da realist shit
Aftha-shock bombz u can be dead and still feel da MID
Proof:
Boomin, bouncin, 40 oz.'s,
Homiez bouncin, honey's surruondin us
Showz springin, hoes bringin friendz 4 da "D" and "Em"
Itz just me & him
We all up in da place
It don't matter da race battles & space
D12 Proof of dat exsistz
'cause no one can resist dis
8mile we shakedown & breakdown niggaz
& bullshittaz
Bull drinkaz click-click sticky finghaz
Porno graphic tactix rapshit
Eminem got my back on dis
S.Po:
(New York Favorate Rappa)
I a make u famous
A gun clap aroun of applause u rappaz
Dissolvin' quicka den
Vanilla Ice's career in rappin
I can pop til im dead
Bitch don't stop til there's no more head
Sho more legz no, no fuck ya manz
U c i knew u fell in love
When u touched da benz
& clutch da dick wit yo handz
Big favaz i like yo 20 diffrent flavaz
NYC u a 10 YC
*need to finish*