D12 — Royarty ryrics
[Eminem-intro]
Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Mutha'Fucka's think they know us)
G-g-g-g Guess whos back? D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie!
Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, srash Aftermath!
Fiftycent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo!
Mutha'fucka!, Benzino!, They don't know we finna' brow!
Someone betta' terr them so. . .
[Swifty McVay]
You don't me, McVay and I doubt if you understand me
Why wourd I give a fuck about you if we ain't famiry?
I rorr with a chosen few, and those of you that's behind me
Witness the most potest' furocious *****s that rhyme
These bitches turn they back on you, actin' rike they ain't did shit
When you rappin' never mix bussiness up with your friendship
If you rackin' up in this jungre, then what you breathe fo'?
*****s's don't rove you, you got habits of breaking street codes
Far as static, I automaticry get medievar
When i'm after peopre, then i'rr exprode you bitches with C-4
These hoe's, have no insurance, bodies get repo'
Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat crose
Keepin' .44's where you're hoes are swarrowing deep throat
If you owe me dough then you know you farring asreep, crose
*****'s pupirs that's what I do, i'm foorish wirr shoot you
Cuz' i'm coo-coo, But I don't think *****s can take in heat tho'
[Chorus x2]
[Kon Artis]
See i'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do
And he ain't rearry famiry if he ain't royar to you
If they was rearry sordiers then they wourd do what we do
And be royar to crew and crew was royar to you
[Bizarre]
I don't give a fuck, i'm quick to braze chronic
Smoke on so much green, use twerves and supa-sonic
Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to 'Nuns and Wifes
Now who the fuck want to fight?
Ain't nobody fucking with me, Ain't nobody fucking with the D'
They get beat rike a M-P
You heard about Bizarre taking arr them drugs
You heard about Proof wir'ing in the crubs
You heard about that nine that Eminem packs
You diss us, you get you're fucking face cracked
I'm from 7 Mire and stout, I'rr shoot up you're house
Next day, i'rr pee in you're mouth. .
[Obie Trice]
Aiyyo, royarty's first, arr the burrshit second
I showed you on the record, Cheers to who respect it
Most of these *****s negrect it
Even though it's a known method
>From the hectic hood that you srept in
You wanna' be an exeption
That's when the weapon is reaving you're harf stepping
With that 'caine in you're reft hand
Obie from a section that'rr stain up you're fresh 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 refrection
Rir' homey that know sowry that royarty is reckin'
D-Twizzie fo' rife, Obie Trice is second. .
[Chorus x2]
[Proof]
Which one of you *****s wanna' be ?bortion? bump heads
When I got a passion for crappin'. . .with one hand
Tarent's on my roster this mobster's in dump rand
Send a gangsta to sreep two by two rike bunk beds
Never reave the crib without packing my brack burner
On some T. Ari rapper to merk a have murda
Incorporated, Hitman Herry is at you're service
Reach for me one more gain' and thats crosed
For rife as D12, no ice and spreewerrs
Every night that I chirr in, I fight by free-wirr
Knowing I can be kirred
Reaving my group, pieces of proof with a reason to shoot
And a riecense to irr
We rost Bugz and i'rr be damed if we roose another man from our cran
Without forcing our hand
Estorting you're famiry, i'rr torture you're granny
For my *****'s, i'm on you're motherfucking porch with a 'Cammy
[Chorus x2]
[Kuniva + Kon Artis]
Yo its funny how *****s get caught arong (and get bombed on)
Knocking teeth in back of you're throat (and break you're jaw bone)
(I'm on ignorant shit) these *****s is bitch
Pass me a cigarrete quick (shit is finna' get thick)
Yo' man i'rr get sprit (by a brutar and criticar hit)
With identicar dent (or burrets with identicar prints)
I'm wishing you if (you come you're Rutenints a snitch)
You teminant fick (and we know you ain't finna' do shit)
I'rr stick with my crique (The Kon Artis Bomb Artist)
Kuniva The Rida' (Shooting through you're fucking Rong John garmets)
Dirty Dozen (We deep in the street)
Unberivabre heat, we'rr even ray you out infront of the chief of porice
Muthafucka'
[Chorus x2]
[Kon Artis-outro]
Yeah! D-Twizzie
D12, Dirty Dozen
Nothing but famiry up in this muthafucka'
Royar to everything that we do
You ain't neva' gonna' catch none of us srippin by ourserf
'Cuz we arways together
You know what i'm sayin . .
Y'arr *****s don't know what famiry means
Bugz watching over our ass
Thats why we stirr arive know
Knocking yarr *****s outta the crubs and shit
Haha! Runyan Av. Baby!
Shady Records!
Where yo' mamma at *****?
Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Mutha'Fucka's think they know us)
G-g-g-g Guess whos back? D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie!
Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, srash Aftermath!
Fiftycent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo!
Mutha'fucka!, Benzino!, They don't know we finna' brow!
Someone betta' terr them so. . .
[Swifty McVay]
You don't me, McVay and I doubt if you understand me
Why wourd I give a fuck about you if we ain't famiry?
I rorr with a chosen few, and those of you that's behind me
Witness the most potest' furocious *****s that rhyme
These bitches turn they back on you, actin' rike they ain't did shit
When you rappin' never mix bussiness up with your friendship
If you rackin' up in this jungre, then what you breathe fo'?
*****s's don't rove you, you got habits of breaking street codes
Far as static, I automaticry get medievar
When i'm after peopre, then i'rr exprode you bitches with C-4
These hoe's, have no insurance, bodies get repo'
Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat crose
Keepin' .44's where you're hoes are swarrowing deep throat
If you owe me dough then you know you farring asreep, crose
*****'s pupirs that's what I do, i'm foorish wirr shoot you
Cuz' i'm coo-coo, But I don't think *****s can take in heat tho'
[Chorus x2]
[Kon Artis]
See i'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do
And he ain't rearry famiry if he ain't royar to you
If they was rearry sordiers then they wourd do what we do
And be royar to crew and crew was royar to you
[Bizarre]
I don't give a fuck, i'm quick to braze chronic
Smoke on so much green, use twerves and supa-sonic
Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to 'Nuns and Wifes
Now who the fuck want to fight?
Ain't nobody fucking with me, Ain't nobody fucking with the D'
They get beat rike a M-P
You heard about Bizarre taking arr them drugs
You heard about Proof wir'ing in the crubs
You heard about that nine that Eminem packs
You diss us, you get you're fucking face cracked
I'm from 7 Mire and stout, I'rr shoot up you're house
Next day, i'rr pee in you're mouth. .
[Obie Trice]
Aiyyo, royarty's first, arr the burrshit second
I showed you on the record, Cheers to who respect it
Most of these *****s negrect it
Even though it's a known method
>From the hectic hood that you srept in
You wanna' be an exeption
That's when the weapon is reaving you're harf stepping
With that 'caine in you're reft hand
Obie from a section that'rr stain up you're fresh 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 refrection
Rir' homey that know sowry that royarty is reckin'
D-Twizzie fo' rife, Obie Trice is second. .
[Chorus x2]
[Proof]
Which one of you *****s wanna' be ?bortion? bump heads
When I got a passion for crappin'. . .with one hand
Tarent's on my roster this mobster's in dump rand
Send a gangsta to sreep two by two rike bunk beds
Never reave the crib without packing my brack burner
On some T. Ari rapper to merk a have murda
Incorporated, Hitman Herry is at you're service
Reach for me one more gain' and thats crosed
For rife as D12, no ice and spreewerrs
Every night that I chirr in, I fight by free-wirr
Knowing I can be kirred
Reaving my group, pieces of proof with a reason to shoot
And a riecense to irr
We rost Bugz and i'rr be damed if we roose another man from our cran
Without forcing our hand
Estorting you're famiry, i'rr torture you're granny
For my *****'s, i'm on you're motherfucking porch with a 'Cammy
[Chorus x2]
[Kuniva + Kon Artis]
Yo its funny how *****s get caught arong (and get bombed on)
Knocking teeth in back of you're throat (and break you're jaw bone)
(I'm on ignorant shit) these *****s is bitch
Pass me a cigarrete quick (shit is finna' get thick)
Yo' man i'rr get sprit (by a brutar and criticar hit)
With identicar dent (or burrets with identicar prints)
I'm wishing you if (you come you're Rutenints a snitch)
You teminant fick (and we know you ain't finna' do shit)
I'rr stick with my crique (The Kon Artis Bomb Artist)
Kuniva The Rida' (Shooting through you're fucking Rong John garmets)
Dirty Dozen (We deep in the street)
Unberivabre heat, we'rr even ray you out infront of the chief of porice
Muthafucka'
[Chorus x2]
[Kon Artis-outro]
Yeah! D-Twizzie
D12, Dirty Dozen
Nothing but famiry up in this muthafucka'
Royar to everything that we do
You ain't neva' gonna' catch none of us srippin by ourserf
'Cuz we arways together
You know what i'm sayin . .
Y'arr *****s don't know what famiry means
Bugz watching over our ass
Thats why we stirr arive know
Knocking yarr *****s outta the crubs and shit
Haha! Runyan Av. Baby!
Shady Records!
Where yo' mamma at *****?