touchin the ground Bitch nigga I am not your homeboy We are not from the same home boy My Nina Baker bring your joy I'll destroy who ya employ I shoot 12
freedom from jail I want all u dirty bitches to rot in hell [chorus:] Cities Fuck ?em Narcotics Fuck em Feds Fuck em D.As Fuck em We don?t need you bitches
begin Yeah, let the party begin, bitch Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis My nigga Chingy, disturbing the peace Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes Yeah bitch
18's, we ride 26's Big truck, big wheels rollin' ova ditches Crome rims, loud pipes heated like a kitchen Ice chain, ice watch gettin' at these bitches
no need for that, hustlers and hardcores Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs The green-eyed bandit can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch
us the questions Like who's D12, how we get started (But what about Eminem?) Bitch are you retarded? Anyway I'm the popularest guy in the group Big ass stomach, bitches
left her home alone I used the V-12, powers, weight loss, powers From Phat Farm to Iceberg Slim in one shower Get a room in Trump Towers just to hit the P hours Kicked the bitch
all We gon' make one fo' the haters like fuck that Old school nine eight can you see the Camilion Below in the celing wood with wheel on With a flyin' bitch
childhood i did Sometimes i just want to know why is it that you surcame to yours And mine i survived it, you ran the streets, i 9 to 5'd it We grew
fools wanna slang, would you Tell them bitches they sang or would you Lie to get that thang 'cause they gameless Them aimless, niggas get extinguished But they're just muthafuckas got bitches
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you' But ain't no love, bitch Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the Pope I
't stop at the tolls we got E Z passes, nigga Multiple cars and divas with D-classes Iceberg sweat with I B on the elastic Shit, bitch! What the fuck
type to go sleep walkin' with a knife Like Jason Nikitcha, tryin' to slit ya wrist and the bitch wit'cha Did ya forget its been three years since I fucked wit'cha (Bitch
evidence or clues bitch you gets a date wit yo moms But you gets robbed by the luniz fool If I was a bum I'd be straight to ride out Fuck a piece of
and B You bitch, you already know the remainin' Let us jealousy, I don't entertain it I got a cave bitch, she's a cheerleader I split a 12 with her,
my box Chevy Tell them other whack motherfuckers get that pine box ready Catfish Billy is lately, don't get slapped wit' the medley Still sippin' on Jack D