D12 Lyrics

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Bad News Lyrics

[Chorus]

 Brigade jump on a couple of punks

 Nigga, we bad news

 (We bad news, nigga)

 To beef for real

 If you step our way it's on

 Anybody, everybody (Oh shit)

 Come on

 Brigade jump on a couple of punks

 That's how we're moving it moving it moving it

 To beef for real

 If you step our way it's on

 Anybody, everybody (That's right)

 Come on

 

 [Kon Artis]

 We breaking every rule in the book

 Illegal crooks that got your mind shook

 Kon done with spells up

 Poisonous cook

 The Kon Artis

 Make way for the hell raiser

 Mysterious neighbor

 Cuttin throats with broke Coke

 Bottles and rusty razors

 I ain't the one to save you in a crisis

 I kick you while you're down

 Snatch you up and ask you who's the nicest

 Better say me

 Or I'll put your next to some vice crips

 And squeeze until they lifeless

 I stayin confidence with my mind

 About being good or evil

 I'm deceitful

 Lethal when I leave you

 Dead inside your blood brother

 When your hand for help reaches out

 We just chuckle

 Now where the fuck of how we is as individuals

 We raise wrong

 Politics and poverty got us head strong

 You dead wrong

 If you think you'll make it out with all your limbs

 Grab your camera

 So we can put this on film

 

 [Kuniva]

 Hey

 Don't get cut into hundreds over some dumb shit

 I advise you to run quick cuz we run this

 Guns click on the reg reg

 Put MCs on they death beads

 Either that or leavin' 'em walking on peg legs

 In various locations

 I'll be wylin' out at places

 I'm why they're running out

 Of handicap parking spaces

 Intense dreams

 You want suspense? It's endless

 How I massacre crews

 Leave you solo and friendless

 Contact lens less then lifeless

 The trifest MC

 You never wanna fight with

 Or rock a mic with

 Carry a knife with

 Da Brigade on the night shift

 Pack this big dick that I use to fuck your wife with

 You ain't the nicest

 Derelicts with intelligence

 Leaving your grill wide open like pelicans

 Just wait

 My words penetrate through your vertebrate

 Til it snap your neck brace

 And crack your chest plate

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Kon Artis]

 You studies wanna job like assets

 Rough is ready to start teaching niggas

 In ass whippin' classes

 Breaking glasses

 Damage crews by the masses

 Shit talking like Cassius

 Get in your E-Class and dash bitch

 Kon Artis

 The only man that can expand the cervix

 With the tip of my bone

 Get in your girl and keep fucking

 Until she starts screaming "Leave me alone"

 Walking predacone

 Looking for weak grade to set it on

 From dusk til dawn I bomb

 Went through hell and remain calm

 The devils to stir us to fight me

 Just to see what type of shit that I was on

 Those bastards is why they got burnt

 And turned into crisp XXXXX

 With lyrics hotter than lava comes

 It's urgent

 That she splurge with

 Before I merge with

 Kuniva will make ya nerves emerge and split

 Heard me bitch

 You weren't worthy with the mic

 Is why I snatch it

 And people think and praise with words that I like

 With things that I say on you

 You need someone to spar with

 Put you in the back of my trunk

 Get in my car trick

 Running with nothing but thugs

 With the fug

 We more dangerous than L.A. cops with big clubs

 Who's arresting you when you're drunk

 You sick munk

 Spitting up bills scriptures and gumps

 Till you punks get the picture

 Get it?

 If rap was a whore you couldn't hit it

 I make it my business

 Twenty four seven to try and stick it

 

 [Kuniva]

 Gotta get it

 I gotta give it to you non-stop

 Bombs drop lyrical warfare we onslaught

 Dead bodies rot

 We making your body rock

 Licking them off like lollipops

 That the shotty pop

 Kuniva snatch rolex chains, watches and anklets

 Dissin' the stank bitch

 Packing heaters to make you thank quick

 Now ain't this

 Something you don't want a piece of

 Don't worry about waiting these ones

 Chillin' with me buds

 

 [Chorus]