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*
G-Shottie
This track by D12 features guest appearances from Infa 1, Pretty Ugly, and Scotty Po-Che, showcasing the Detroit group's signature blend of aggressive rap and party anthems. Released during the mid-2000s, the song exemplifies the band's ability to collaborate with local peers while maintaining their distinct sonic identity. The recording captures the high-energy atmosphere typical of D12's live performances and studio output from that era, emphasizing themes of street life and camaraderie. As part of their broader discography, the track highlights the group's influence on the midwest hip-hop scene and their reputation for delivering impactful, crowd-pleasing tracks that defined their career trajectory.