you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you Fuck you, fuck you nigga, muthafuck you Fo' sho' nigga, I'm gon' ride 'round
When a nigga goin' for a ugly chick She gotta get up off her ass Get a ugly chick, ugly chicks can screw Looking at my Rolex, it's 12:00 And my dick
: Fuck these nigga's who dropped me on my head When I was younger, I did some wild shit To make these nigga's wonder Am I craze, or am I straight sick Round
Be a winner not a problem admitter un quit Better to be a hepper than a healthy 12 stepper, forfeit You wanna keep it goin? but you don?t know how Everyone
Lucky dice roll got my lawyers screaming "Yatzhee" Who the fuck can stop me run away freight train Mike Vick's redemption, big doggin like a great dane 12
blame Dealin' drugs on the corner, you don't have to, but you wanna A meal is hard to make, but you tell yourself you're gonna Dealing 12 to 12, day
Crack Corn but I don't care See me in your videos, I'm like (Oh yeah) See me right up close, you're like (Oh Em) And where is D12 at, they're like
I gotta play the clubs like an old ass woman Life is a movie, pick your own role Climb your own ladder or you dig your own hole Sit around crying thats like sitting round
I tried me a 9 to 5 but it'n work Put my trust in a bitch end up getting nerved [verse 2] I was 12 years old in the vista cove I didn't want to get a
New York moon Pounds as we dip increase these New York tunes It?s the universe I have Nappy and happy, June 12th I self don?t say that exists, imported
than the nigga that make (Flashing Lights) I'm the king of the jungle I'll stop all the scoring of your block without bringin' Mutumbo A 100 round drums
that money, cop work, then push packs to get paid An' we don't care what people say Momma say she wanna move south Scratchin' lottery tickets, eyes on a new house 'Round
Im comin down pop trunk, Im out that H-town (Yungstar) Out H-town showin surround by sound, yes they yall got mad when I shown nuthin but round Im talkin
Rollin through the city, old school on them big boys, 12 inch woofers in the trunk making big noise, Got the big toys(toys), dont make me have to blast, Let a hundred rounds
shit again, Pressie blue like Michigan I put on for my city I should ball with Vick and them When I get my D12 I'ma be a Sixer then Riding round with
Canin MC's like they in Singapore Klep Been through more wards than Humphrey Shore Put together catchin' leathers On the regular, got that net, push me round
But far from a star, 22's made her choose me Like oowe, tellin' all her friends in the benz He don't really look 16 do he? One 12, youngest thing in
to exhaust Catch fire, we aspire to extort Kids with valuables in all resources Cops will never find where the corpse is While we driving 12's, and box