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[Hook 1: Proof] Go, go, go, go Go, go I got P.A. at your doorway I got Seven Mile at your door way I got Schoolcraft at your doorway We gon' kick the hinges off your doorway for shallow Tips and slugs, to put up in your mug Every nigga on your team already been plugged I'm in to breakin' necks, not in to fightin' scrubs I ain't got no love, D12 ridin' for Bugz Got hollow tips and slugs, to put up in your mug Every nigga on your team already been plugged I'm in to breakin' necks, not in to fightin' scrubs I ain't got no love, D12, ridin' for Bugz

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[Verse 1: Swifty McVay] Ha Y'all ain't seein' Shady Records, who the fuck you thought this was? You beefin' with G-Unit, they gon' throw you out the club You try to front on Obie, you gon' have to see a slug If you fuck with Dirty Dozen, we be killin' who you love We above you bitch niggas 'cause y'all been kissin' ass so long you're not a man, your mama just gave birth to a thong It hurts when I'm around and worse when I'm gone I smother ya, label me "murder", "dirt coverer" Slash "hersh burglar" Your ass'll burn more than a lab spilled with acid It won't be goin' further than that drastic ass-kick Niggas gettin' clowned, we dick pissin' They caught pissin' sittin' down I'll snatch your wrenches, so bitches can cancel Christmas

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It ain't no color shit, and fuck wearing trenches You swimming with the fishes (nigga) I don't need a mask, I got pictures in your kitchen I leave a nigga linched for even mentionin' a mission And all of the attention gon' be sent back to your henchmen And they get different pigment I can't keep it lyrical, once you walk the streets They'll consider niggas "missing", it's all apart of beef I keep beaters all around me, approach me and start it They won't eat I'll have you stealin' out of grocery markets Hoes just be retarded, supposed to be the hardest But the only thing they smart at, is posing as a target [Bridge: Swifty McVay] Y'all think, y'all heat could stop McVay

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Y'all see me, y'all ain't got shit to say Y'all creep, y'all peeps, y'all streets was deep D12 don't give a fuck about you anyway [Verse 2: Kuniva] Yo Now when niggas get to babblin', bullets get to travelin' Have 'em on some Judgement Day, Jesus and Heaven shit Send your body flyin' through the air like a javelin On some Manson shit and I ain't talkin' about "Marylin" You know Kuniva, nigga I'll be rowdy as fuck Roll up on you with a gauge and blow you out of your truck And I ain't no John Gotti, more like a sawed shotty I don't wear minks, I wear full length dead bodies Whattup do'? I don't play cards, I'm real cutthroat

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Take the finest bitch that you datin' and run a busto Hot shots settlin' inside your stomach now it's simmerin' Bullets calm hype niggas down better than Ritalin You little son of a bitch, packin' one in a clip You always runnin' your lip, you probably born with a clit [Interlude] "I'm the king of this muthafucka, we run shit, been runnin' it We been gettin' money around here" "Fuck y'all niggas, this First Born, niggas" (Gunshots and ricochets against cars and metal) (Woman screams in terror) [Verse 3: Proof] Cap n' Town, drop it down, got the drool in my face

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It's all Proof, finger streets, just caught in the case Had to do him, yeah I knew him, but he fronted on "P." Called out 'cause his mouth just runnin' on feast Now how the fuck you gon' act like Proof is just dizzy? E'rybody know me, I'm the truth in the city You don't want me against ya, the inventor of beef Turn the streets of the D against ya P-Pis-P-pistol, pulverizin' the punks, period Provin' the P-power, it's painful Fuck your energy, your plain flow, I stay cold I got more Gs in my bank account than Suge got on his payroll The Proof is in it like Prego In Detroit I've been poppin', more than Faygo I never speak what's not true Bush will fuck with Osama, but not Proof

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D12 [Hook 2: Proof] I got my chain your doorway I got Promatic at your doorway I got Raw-C at your doorway 'Cause we gon' hit the fuckin' hinges off your door fo' sho' Got hollow tips and slugs, to put up in your mug Every nigga on your team already been plugged I'm in to breakin' necks, not in to fightin' scrubs I ain't got no love, D12 ridin' for Bugz Got hollow tips and slugs, to put up in your mug Every nigga on your team already been plugged I'm in to breakin' necks, not in to fighting scrubs I ain't got no love, D12, ridin' for Bugz [Outro] Alright hold on, Proof just sat me back in the booth Youknowimsayin', cause I was a little too harsh Youknowimsayin', that's how downtown niggas get down You can catch me down there, [?] one state But um, I'ma put it like this man Real niggas, real street niggas If you got beef with a nigga, you don't, you don't put kids in it, youknowimsayin' Real niggas, you don't have to speak on a nigga's kid Another thing dawg, when your mans need you, and he put you on You don't turn your fuckin' back on him, youknowimsayin And for the two niggas that I'm talkin' about, you feel me dawg But believe me, it's all coming to an end

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