14 Emcees

[Intro: DJ Young Mase] I go by the name of DJ Young Mase D12 representor Good to be back But this time, I brought fourteen friends Matter of fact, fourteen emcees! [Verse 1: Fatt Father] Well what do ya know? Fatt Father done showed up Break out the blunts and a couple boxes of doughnuts No time for stunts, I'm one militant grown up Drunk, willing to hold up chumps to get exposure Fat Michigan soldier, cats itchin’ to fold ya Trapped in this ridiculous culture, fuck Oprah No hope, my brain is broke, I'm bipolar You microwave shit, I pop tarts with the toaster (3Six!) [Verse 2: 3Six] Beef with the beef, guarantee the whole crew will ride Hang you, make your homicide look like suicide So nigga, you decide Either you run with the squad, or you can keep playing God and get crucified Use the nine, I don't ride when it's Valentine Send you to the angels like you been traded to Anaheim Bring the caskets out whenever I'm spazzing out To find you in the woods somewhere, like [?] (Shakia Snow!) [Verse 3: Shakia Snow] Body bag ‘em, toe-tag ‘em Lyrically, I beat these beats up like a Magnum (Get ‘em) You getting fucked tonight, you better grab something Fuck boy, I can hire you to go bag something My money long, I don't even need a bank account Big bank take your little bank, what your bank about? Mine read whole numbers plus six zeroes I be turning sixteens into a pocket full of Euros (Kid Vishis!) [Verse 4: Kid Vishis] Yeah, Kid Vishis the Prince, sickest in Michigan since I've been spittin’, rippin’ niggas is a tradition I spaz, I can box, but I ain’t jabbin’ I’ma pop his light bulb like a good thought gone bad Then get his chick, give her the hit stick like Madden Fly as Aladdin, higher than Saturn with stilts Every time I hit your white bitch twat, I get a gift Call that shit my Cracker Jack box (Shim E. Bango!) [Verse 5: Shim E. Bango] Shim Bang’, F.K., the boy, it’s me My goal is to be as high as Charlie Sheen It’s hard to take MCs serious on screen When they prancin’, dancin’ harder than Ben Vereen Ill skills, I spill fo' real One shot put him in the chair like, “Chill” I’m in the sky rollin’ up ‘cause he be like, “Blill” I know your momma won’t but yo' main bitch [?] [Verse 6: T. Dot] I’m a drug mover and a rider, big wheel Blata Beef like Kobe, I’m the shooter and the driver (T. Dot!) Shoot ‘till you see straight through your marauda Then slide off feelin’ like Hakuna Matata I don’t have lady drama Stick her with seven pounds, six ounces like baby mama, .380 llama Yeah I even got one wit’ me, ‘cause I ain’t tryna let ‘em do me like they [?] (Let’s go Beez!) [Verse 7: Beez] I’m blowin’ ganja smoke, packin’ all kinds of toast That’ll make you change your lifestyle like the condom broke Get rid of work, I’m on the turf move slabs often I’ll push your shit back like a bad barber I lines ‘em up well, aim sharp Steve Harvey I’m Cheech and Chong, blowin’ hong like three Marleys I know they hate me I ain’t in low definition so I’ma be the first to do murders in HD [Verse 8: Reddbone] (Reddbone!) Who the fuck is she? The [?] of these wolves, is that bitch a beast? I eat the weak, chew ‘em up, floss my teeth You hoes is sweet, Willy Wonka [?] Yo, regurgitate ya, [?] low like Terminator Stomp rat bitches like roaches, exterminata Wig split up, kush hit a [?] A rhyme spitta, you want it? Niggas can come hither (Seven the General!) [Verse 9: Seven the General] Ugh, guess who’s next to bat? The Warith Dean Fard Muhammad of the beans and crack OC’s, stick weed, coke, speed and smack Low speed, no keys in an egregious Lac Look, filipicus bone, fallopian tube That’s one to the face and one to the boob, no interlude I’m, a regular dude with metals and jewels The Veteran, General on you letterman noobs (Korona!) [Verse 10: Miz Korona] It’s Korona, the sixteen queen, spit sick things, six sixteen Since I split sixteen, I’ll use eight to show you I’m a problem If X marks the spot hand me the problem now ‘Cause I ain’t movin’, it’s gruelin’ how I murder beats You must be deaf, if you niggas ain’t heard of me Detroit’s most wanted, the queen, head honcho Bitch get out of line I’m puttin’ hoes [?] (Mae Day, come on!) [Verse 11: Mae Day] These niggas ballin’ [?] all them babies You ain’t in my league, JV, maybe, I NBA in HD DOAO break beats, break bread, lay cheese On a nigga head like he [?] Stay clean, not a speck of dust on me Flow so cold could ride a Zamboni on it My green yawnin’, meanin’ the money stretchin’, good morning And this ain’t Egypt, dethrone you niggas (Moe Dirdee!) [Verse 12: Moe Dirdee] I don’t answer questions, I ask ‘em Came from the bottom, just ask ‘em, ask ‘em My name’s Moe Dirdee, what you know about me? What you know about work? Beef come, I’ma squirt Chief blunts got purp, boat loads of hoes with throat action Sniper rifle, thirty thirty, bolt action Moe knows pros from zones I’m runnin’ through the green till I’m retired, vault Jacksons [Verse 13: Chacity] Illest in the city, I’m your number one draft pick (Chacity!) And most them bitches actin’ like they never had shit A1 and them hoes a C, average Hand ware, like tags on a mattress I hit the track with more crack than B Mo Your rhymes foul, you don’t even get a free throw Everybody might dig ya, but me know Put the Tommy gun to him, bleed slow (Calicoe!) [Verse 14: Calicoe] These rap niggas a disappointment This shit I got stick like tats, so get your ointment The shit I got fire, it probably could keep your joint lit My gun’s pointin’ like the refs ended the coin flip It’s Calicoe, if you don’t know me better check the net The only young nigga to stand out when he next to vets Disrespect? You can get your whole section wet When shit shakin’, niggas disappearin’, Etch A Sketch [Outro: DJ Young Mase] Damn! There you have it, fourteen emcees D12, Young Mase! You know what time it is, pay attention! We back muthafuckas! Shady Records!