Loyalty

[Intro: Bizarre] Mic Strings Welcome to Our World Turn your CD's up! [Eminem] WOOO!!!!! Yeah! AAAAAAHHHH!!!! (Motherfuckers think they know us) Guess who's back? D-Twizzie! O-Trizzy! Doc-Drizzy! Shady-Twizzie slash Aftermath! 50 cent! G-Unit! Here we go! Free Yayo! Motherfuck a Benzino! They don't know we finna blow! Someone better tell them so [Verse 1: Swifty McVay] You don't 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 coldest, ferocious niggas that rhyme These bitches turn they back on you, acting like they ain't did shit When you rapping never mix business up with your friendship If you lacking up in this jungle, then what you breathe for? Niggas's don't love you, you got habits of breaking street codes Far as static, I automatically get medieval When I'm after people, then I'll explode you bitches with C-4 These hoes have no insurance, bodies get repo' Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat close Keeping .44's where your hoes are swallowing deep throat If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep, close Niggas pupils that's what I do, I'm foolish will shoot you Cuz' I'm coo-coo, but I don't think niggas can take in heed though [Hook: Kon Artis] (2X) 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 when crew was loyal to you [Verse 2: Bizarre] I don't give a fuck, I'm quick to blaze chronic Smoke on so much green, you swear I was a supersonic Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to nuns and wives 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 wilding in the clubs You heard about that nine that Eminem packs You diss us, you get your fucking face cracked I'm from 7 Mile and Stout, I'll shoot up your house Next day, I'll pee in your mouth [Verse 3: Obie Trice] Ayo, loyalty's first, all the bullshit second I showed you on the record, Cheers to who respect it Most of these niggas neglect it Even though it's a known method From the hectic hood that you slept in You wanna be an exception That's when the weapon is leaving you half steppin' With that 'caine in your left hand Obie from a section that'll stain up your flesh and Have you on bed breast Questioning your affection for streets D-Twizzie no question One of the best groups that done it And Obie is their reflection Lil homie that know soley that loyalty is reppin' D-Twizzie for life, Obie Trice is second [Hook] (2X) [Verse 4: Proof] Which one of you niggas wanna be bulsh' and bump heads When I got a passion for clapping... with one hand Talent's on my roster this mobster'll dump lead Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds Never leave the crib without packing my black burner On some Chi Ali rapper to murk and have murder Incorporated, Hitman Harry is at your service Reach for me one more gain' and that's curtains 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 license to ill We lost Bugz and I'll be damned if we loose another man from our clan Without forcing our hand Extorting your family, I'll torture your granny For my niggas, I'm on your motherfucking porch with a Cammy [Hook] (2X) [Verse 5: Kuniva & Kon Artis] Yo, it's funny how niggas get caught alone (And get bombed on) Knock your teeth in back of your throat (And break you're jaw bone) (I'm on ignorant shit) these niggas is bitch Pass me a cigarette quick (Shit is finna get thick) Your man'll get split (By a brutal and critical hit) With identical dents (Or bullets with identical prints) I'm wishing you if (You come your Lieutenant's a snitch) Your tenement's sick (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 your fucking Long John garmets) Dirty Dozen (We deep in the street) Unbelievable heat, we'll even lay you out in front of the chief of police Motherfucker [Hook] (2X) [Outro: Kon Artis] Yeah! D-Twizzie D12, Dirty Dozen Nothing but family up in this motherfucker Loyal to everything that we do You ain't never gonna catch none of us slipping by ourself Cause we always together You know what I'm saying Y'all niggas don't know what family means Bugz watching over our ass That's why we still alive know Knocking y'all niggas out of the clubs and shit Haha! Runyon Ave Baby! Shady Records! Where your momma at, nigga?