[Intro: Bizarre, Eminem & Swifty McVay]
Mike Strange
Welcome to our
Turn your CD's up!
WHOOOOW! Yeah! AAAHHHHHH! (Motherfuckers think they know us, huh)
Guess who's back?
D-Twizzie!-O-Trizzy!-Doc-Drizzy!-Shad'-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 & Kon Artis]
You don't know 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 me
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 (Yo) niggas be taking heed though
Mike Strange
Welcome to our
Turn your CD's up!
WHOOOOW! Yeah! AAAHHHHHH! (Motherfuckers think they know us, huh)
Guess who's back?
D-Twizzie!-O-Trizzy!-Doc-Drizzy!-Shad'-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 & Kon Artis]
You don't know 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 me
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 (Yo) niggas be taking heed though
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