D12 feat. Obie Trice Loyalty Lyrics
sponsored linksWhoa! Yeah! Ahh! (************s think they know us)
G-g-g-g Guess who's back? D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie!
Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, slash Aftermath!
Fifty cent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo!
************!, Benzino!, They don't know we finna' blow!
Someone better tell them so
You don't me, McVay and I doubt if you understand me
Why would I give a **** about you if we ain't family?
I roll with a chosen few, and those of you that's behind me
Witness the most potest' ferocious *****s that rhyme
These *****es turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did ****
When you rappin' never mix business up with your friendship
If you lackin' up in this jungle, then what you breathe for?
*****s don't love you, you got habits of breaking street codes
Far as static, I automaticly get medieval
When I'm after people, then I'll explode you *****es with see-4
These hoe's, have no insurance, bodies get repo'
Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat close
Keepin' .44's where you're hoes are swallowing deep throat
If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep, close
*****s pupils that's what I do, I'm foolish will shoot you
Cause' I'm coo-coo, But I don't think *****s can take in heat tho'
See I'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do
And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you
If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do
And be loyal to crew and crew was loyal to you
I don't give a ****, I'm quick to blaze chronic
Smoke on so much green, use twelves and supersonic
Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to **** to nuns and wife's
Now who the **** want to fight?
Ain't nobody ****ing with me, Ain't nobody ****ing with the D'
They get beat like a M-P
You heard about Bizarre taking all them drugs
You heard about Proof wilding in the clubs
You heard about that nine that Eminem packs
You diss us, you get you're ****ing face cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and stout, I'll shoot up you're house
Next day, I'll pee in you're mouth.
Aiyyo, loyalty's first, all the bullshit second
I showed you on the record, Cheers to who respect it
Most of these *****s neglect it
Even though it's a known method
From the hectic hood that you slept in
You want to' be an exeption
That's when the weapon is leaving you're half stepping
With that 'caine in you're left hand
Obie from a section that'll stain up you're flesh and
Have you on bare breast
Questionin' you're affection for streets
D-Twizzie no question
One of the best groups that done it
And Obie is their reflection
Lil' homey that know sowly that loyalty is reckin'
D-Twizzie fo' life, Obie Trice is second
Which one of you *****s want to be abolition bump heads
When I got a passion for clappin', with one hand
Talent's on my roster this mobster's in dump land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the crib without packing my black burner
On some T. Ali rapper to merk a have murder
Incorporated, Hitman Harry is at you're service
Reach for me one more gain' and that's closed
For life as D12, no ice and spreewells
Every night that I chill in, I fight by free-will
Knowing I can be killed
Leaving my group, pieces of proof with a reason to shoot
And a license to ill
We lost Bugz and I'll be damned if we loose another man from our clan
Without forcing our hand
Escorting you're family, I'll torture you're granny
For my *****s, I'm on you're **********ing porch with a 'Cammy
[Kuniva (Kon Artis)]
Yo its funny how *****s get caught along (and get bombed on)
Knocking teeth in back of you're throat (and break you're jaw bone)
(I'm on ignorant ****) these *****s is *****
Pass me a cigarette quick (**** is finna' get thick)
Yo' man I'll get split (by a brutal and critical hit)
With identical dent (or bullets with identical prints)
I'm wishing you if (you come you're Lutenints a snitch)
You teminant fick (and we know you ain't finna' do ****)
I'll stick with my clique (The Kon Artis Bomb Artist)
Kuniva The Rider (Shooting through you're ****ing Long John garments)
Dirty Dozen (We deep in the street)
Unbelivable heat, we'll even lay you out in front of the chief of police
D12, Dirty Dozen
Nothing but family up in this ************
Loyal to everything that we do
You ain't never gonna' catch none of us slippin' by our self
Cause we always together
You know what I'm sayin',
Why yall *****s don't know what family means
Bugz watching over our ***
That's why we still alive know
Knocking why yall *****s outta the clubs and ****
Haha! Runyan Av. Baby!
Where yo' mamma at *****?
D12 World Track Listing
1 Git Up
3 Just Like U
4 I'll Be Damned
5 Dude (skit)
6 My Band
7 U R the One
8 6 in the Morning
9 How Come
10 Leave Dat Boy Alone
11 Get My Gun
12 Bizarre (skit)
14 Steve's Coffee House (skit)
15 D-12 World
16 40 Oz.
17 Commercial Break
18 American Psycho II
19 Bugz 97 (skit)
20 Good Die Young
21 Keep Talkin'
2 Slow Your Roll