D12 Lyrics

Album: D12 World

Loyalty Lyrics

(feat. Obie Trice)

 [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!, slash Aftermath!

 Fiftycent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo!

 Mutha'fucka!, Benzino!, They don't know we finna' blow!

 Someone betta' tell them so. . .

 

 [Swifty McVay]

 You don't me, McVay and I doubt if you understand me

 Why would I give a fuck 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' furocious *****s that rhyme

 These bitches turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did shit

 When you rappin' never mix bussiness up with your friendship

 If you lackin' up in this jungle, then what you breathe fo'?

 *****s'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 bitches with C-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

 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 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

 

 [Bizarre]

 I don't give a fuck, i'm quick to blaze chronic

 Smoke on so much green, use twelves 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 like a M-P

 You heard about Bizarre taking all them drugs

 You heard about Proof wil'ing in the clubs

 You heard about that nine that Eminem packs

 You diss us, you get you're fucking 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. .

 

 [Obie Trice]

 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 wanna' 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. .

 

 [Chorus x2]

 

 [Proof]

 Which one of you *****s wanna' be ?boltion? 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 murda

 Incorporated, Hitman Herry is at you're service

 Reach for me one more gain' and thats 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 liecense to ill

 We lost Bugz and i'll be damed if we loose another man from our clan

 Without forcing our hand

 Estorting you're family, i'll 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 along (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'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 shit)

 I'll stick with my clique (The Kon Artis Bomb Artist)

 Kuniva The Rida' (Shooting through you're fucking Long John garmets)

 Dirty Dozen (We deep in the street)

 Unbelivable heat, we'll even lay you out infront of the chief of police

 Muthafucka'

 

 [Chorus x2]

 

 [Kon Artis-outro]

 Yeah! D-Twizzie

 D12, Dirty Dozen

 Nothing but family up in this muthafucka'

 Loyal to everything that we do

 You ain't neva' gonna' catch none of us slippin by ourself

 'Cuz we always together

 You know what i'm sayin . .

 Y'all *****s don't know what family means

 Bugz watching over our ass

 Thats why we still alive know

 Knocking yall *****s outta the clubs and shit

 Haha! Runyan Av. Baby!

 Shady Records!

 Where yo' mamma at *****?