D12 - Biggest G [WITH LYRICS]
- Durée: 3:1
- Notation: 4.69 (39 votes)
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- Publié par: D12mpic
Thématique: 2008 Artis Bizarre Bizzy D-12 Detroit dj hip hop Kon Kuniva mase McVay Mixtape new rap Shady Swift Swifty t-pain young
New D12 track... The beat is from Rick Ross's "Boss." It is going to be on the new D12 Mixtape "Return of the Dozen" which is to be released on May 20, 2008. To answer some questions people may be having: Proof WILL be on the mixtape. Eminem WILL be on the mixtape. Those 2 will obviously be on less tracks than the other 4, but they will be on there. The following lyrics were written quickly by ME. Please message me with corrections since I know there must be a couple since I wrote them quickly. [Chorus] I got a fresh line-up, an a fresh outfit About to put the parkin' lot on smash I got a chevy wit a loaded 4-4 in da trunk An SK with 3 extra mags I'm da biggest G dat ya seen thus far I'm da I'm da biggest G dat you've seen thus far I'm da biggest G that you've seen thus far Cuz it's just anotha day in da life of god damn G [Verse 1: Bizarre] I'm from 7 mile, home of the heaven Semi to caprease, got the sounds beatin Fades, braids, carty air frames 50 deep, look at my game Ridin down Jefferson, drinkin gin and Remy Fucking bitches raw, I don't believe in jimmy's I'm from the murder capital, Detroit Michigan Are you listenin, Detroit Michigan [Chorus] [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] You got a rebuddle and Im'a handle that Might not be a fan to rap So why the fuck y'all staring at me like I'm handicap You can cath me scrappin in a 3 piece suit They get unconsious, I'm in their pocket, grabbin their loot I'm an accurate shooter without the range For anybody hanging around this bitch, like noodles or catch this thang And still, impossible to think that your real When double barrels are tickling your tonsils, I'm here I did it, it's me, not easily approached And tease on how you wanna beef with us and don't I learnt they don't wanna walk All they do is talk, but when they mention my name, they vomit on the spot When we show up, it's like a commit hit the block And they starin at us trying to reach slowly for the pot But all I got is this penis and fat sack Thats ill enough to turn into a Venus Fly Trap Mother fucka [Verse 3: Kuniva] Nigga this is real shit poppin All the grinnin ceased when the heat gets the cockin It's nothin to shut down your block Or pull up and ask you for a fair one and let the hood watch Like parents punish kids at the game on lock But it's still plugged in so the game don't stop Flew to Vegas, pulled out a notch And bitches got to linin up like they wanted flava flavs clock You got beef, better save it for some hoes You a bum, if you gettin money save it for some clothes When I say what up doe with that 4-4 Niggas freeze after they see it ain't tone tone Detroit bread, I'm a hip hop head With a street mentality and Runyon Ave cred So enough said, I'm about that bread I cocks to J-Holliday and puts them to bed [Chorus]
Swifty McVay-2 late
- Durée: 3:52
- Notation: ( votes)
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- Publié par: BmoodmusicW
Swifty McVay The Underestimated Mixtape 2 Late
H Dubs - I'm In The Hood
- Durée: 1:17
- Notation: 5.00 (1 votes)
- Visites: 800' favoriteCount='2
- Publié par: furnace9
Thématique: Dubs Furnace Hood In McVay Rap The
Harry is in the hood. To See More Raps Check Out My Account Furnace9
D12 - 6 in the morning
- Durée: 4:39
- Notation: 5.00 (21 votes)
- Visites: 5904' favoriteCount='36
- Publié par: nelsond12
Thématique: bizarre D12 devils Eminem in keniva mcvay morning night proof records shady slim Swifty the world
Intro: Eminem] good morning Haha, wake your mother fuckin asses up You with us or what? Well come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleepin on my group bitch! [Verse 1: Eminem] For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin my ass whipped Cause I'ma have da last lips to ever kiss ass with ( kiss ) I just can't get past these little pissants That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad And they so mad they can't stand it Cause we can and they can't spit (Haawk) And they can't handle it like a man And that's when it just happens And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't rap is it? Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now But it all depends on just how far it get's took on the mic Cause I'm tellin you right now your not gonna like it Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you with me You poke a stick at a pitbull you get bit B These words stick to you like crazy glue When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty! I'm the beatiful-est thing and your gonna miss me when I'm gone Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!) I do this with Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me? [Chorus: Eminem] Good mornin' everybody good mornin' Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on in Cause we get it on until the break of dawn an Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin So have a sing along with the words to the song an If you don't know the words and you can't sing along then Fake like you know 'em motherfucker an join in Everybody good mornin' [Verse 2: Swifty] Its in the media pitted me of a beef starter In a party with heat it's hard to keep me without one Fuck snubs I'm walkin clubs with a shotgun Constantly popin slugs they hot son, better not run The bosses of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious In a house full of dark shit, I'ma gothic death prophet, you stop breathin You die quicker than mach speed without bleedin It ain't about what you readin When you meet me better speak like a season's greetins Either that or we'll be beefin free when You niggaz need a 'E' just to speak shit! Your leader is a botique bitch Keep the heater where you can reach quick I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a secret Nigga I did it from a mind of a mental patient When glocks wave you can save that conversation for satan You brave? [Chorus: Eminem] Good mornin' everybody good mornin' Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on in Cause we get it on until the break of dawn an Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin So have a sing along with the words to the song an If you don't know the words and you can't sing along then Fake like you know 'em motherfucker an join in Everybody good mornin' [Verse 3: Kon Artis] Yo yo I heard you niggas don't like us But so what this beef is like 'What the fuck did he say in his rap Em?' I can see that he's just a punk I mean these niggaz squeeze on me Please I'm seeing guts I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks Am I empty seein them white I emtpy out them white to fight you In front of every reporter that I don't like No need for metaphores I get yours across when I write So emotions enough to say "fuck you bitch, shit I don't like you, WHAT!" I might as well give this up like heavy sales And just fuck an leave D12 and this blunt We can't self destruct I've never felt it this much Come on fellas, get up We got to fight like Bugs last night of his life come on [Verse 4: Kuniva] I walk with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith Your carcus is split even the beef is partially thick We can't take you serious, you a comedy skit You probaly wish that you could be out shootin them G's But the only thing you shoot is the breeze I can't believe you speaking on movin key's But every time we hear you kick it The only thing that you sellin is wolf tickets I look wicked cause niggas will test your nut sack So when they bust you better bust back And get your guts clapped outa your stomach And when they want it (yeah) I bring a hundred niggas from runave So get to gunnin' and if you comin [Chorus: Eminem] Good mornin' everybody good mornin' Kick your shoes off mother fuckers come on in Cause we get it on until the break of dawn an Wake your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the mornin So have a sing along with the words to the song an If you don't know the words and you can't sing along then Fake like you know 'em motherfucker an join in Everybody good mornin'
D12 Pistol Pistol Instrumental
- Durée: 6:1
- Notation: 4.76 (92 votes)
- Visites: 95196' favoriteCount='335
- Publié par: Rapshite
Thématique: akon d12 devils eminem hip-hop instrumental lyrics night pistol proof rap rihanna t-pain timbaland
Eminem D12 Pistol Pistol Instrumental Devils Night Lyrics: [Bizarre] Yeah, welcome to Amityville [Swifty] Detroit, nigga! [Bizarre] The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols! Ha ha ha ha! [Chorus - Eminem] Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to Too many enemies on my list to sift through nobody got my back in this bitch but this two Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed I get you but I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol [Swifty McVay] Nigga, we violently active, so fuck with us see I'm backwards - I slap niggas and punch bitches Just for asking, they must've been wanting to meet the Lord when my parents talk to me they've got mean mugs and ignore They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor shells from the forty-four scattered over their porch Bustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you trying to break your neck to conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for you Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you, you and your ho you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible There's no tomorrow for any nigga, we'll shower you young, Black, and powerful, (BITCH!) and I ain't gotta lie to you [Proof] Stepped in the door waving the four-four blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low They call my (?), but I spit fire I lit five inside a fucking dickrider The clip slider, love to blast a Mag, you're a FAG you love being ass to ass Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya never say that I'm a gangsta, now THAT'S gangsta Yall niggas sound like Jigga but act like Pac yo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough It ain't nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness I'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell outta business It won't be the same since we touching the game make the hardest nigga in your crew tuck in his chain You think this shit's a game and we're bluffing for fame? I'll squeeze off this tech until NOTHING remains [Chorus] [Kuniva] The only time that I'm at piece/peace is when I'm close to one cause I don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are done Tote the gun, it's my way of life and it works these cowardly niggas'll put your fucking life in the dirt Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was priceless alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifeless That's why I'm heated, you never know who starts creepin waking you up with AKs while you lie sleeping I'd rather pack the heat and not need rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic [Gunshot] [Kon Artis] You know the sound when I'm spinnin round spittin these rounds from fo' pounds while the whole crowd is screaming as loud from they're mouths as they possibly allow Nothing is parallel to making you carousel arial sommersault from ferris wheels to a pair of shells Denaun carry the nine where I go bullets whistle and hit you while I'm shooting at five-0 Some semi-automatic for static's the motto spitting like [Columbine kids] from Colorado [Chorus] [Bizarre] This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rock it'll make Jehova's Witnesses think before they knock (Sorry, sorry!) It'll make your grandmother come out of her hearse it'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst (Ha ha!) It'll make Holyfield start fighting it'll make Ma$e say "Fuck church!" and go back to writing It'll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls it'll make R. Kelly give respect to Aaron Hall It'll make Christopher Reeve start walking it'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barking It'll make a nun turn into a filthy slut it'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fucking mutt It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde it'll make a redneck start to read the Holy Koran It'll make Ike stop beating Tina it'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina Christina Aguilera... HA HA HA HA! [Eminem-Chorus] [Swifty] Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga! You better have an aim cause if you don't - you're FINISHED - flat out, nigga, nigga, nigga What? Fuck around and get popped with NO hesitation, straight up [Bizarre] Look at where the fuck we stay at! Nigga, look where the fuck we stay at! Fuck around with us, you get popped http://www.lyricsmania.com
Swifty McVay - Scared
- Durée: 4:43
- Notation: ( votes)
- Visites: 66' favoriteCount='1
- Publié par: SwiftyMcVayDK
Thématique: 2. Department Detroit EP Fyre Hip Hop McVay Rap Scared Swift Swifty Underestimated vol
A track off of Swifty McVays EP, Underestimated EP vol. 2. Enjoy.
SWIFTY MCVAY OF D12 - DOZEN
- Durée: 4:27
- Notation: 5.00 (1 votes)
- Visites: 672' favoriteCount='3
- Publié par: beVids
Thématique: d12 detroit dirty dozen eminem g-unit gunit hip-hop mcvay rap swift swifty
NEW SONG FROM SWIFTY MCVAY OF RAP GROUP D12 http://www.bevids.com
Swifty McVay - U Ain't Hard (The Streets Are Shady 2)
- Durée: 3:59
- Notation: ( votes)
- Visites: 4
- Publié par: GunitEminem50CentDJ
Swifty McVay - U Ain't Hard (The Streets Are Shady 2)
D12 - Throw 'em Up High
- Durée: 5:3
- Notation: 5.00 (2 votes)
- Visites: 875' favoriteCount='1
- Publié par: little1995
Thématique: 2pac asher back bizarre dead DeShaun eminem hip-hop marshall mathers mcvay new rap rare roth shady slim swifty tupac we
Nice song by D12, on their new mixtape Return of the Dozen. Track number 3. Enjoy! R.I.P. Proof & Bugz
D12 - You Never Know
- Durée: 4:45
- Notation: 5.00 (25 votes)
- Visites: 4524' favoriteCount='18
- Publié par: ChasinDatPaper
Thématique: Artist Bizarre D12 Dirty Dozen Eminem hip-hop Kon Kuniva McVay rap Swifty
D12's "Return Of The Dozen" mixtape available May 20,2008. You Can pre-order it now at http://www.d12world.com/mixtape
Swifty McVay - 2 Late
- Durée: 3:58
- Notation: 4.33 (3 votes)
- Visites: 41' favoriteCount='1
- Publié par: SwiftyMcVayDK
Thématique: D12 Department Detroit EP Fyre Hip Hop McVay Rap Swifty Underestimated
A track off of Swifty McVays new EP, Underestimated EP vol. 2. Enjoy.
Menacide - Dude Like Me
- Durée: 3:23
- Notation: 5.00 (1 votes)
- Visites: 77
- Publié par: suckafreesouth
Thématique: coat dayton emerg family gotj hip-hop ice indie insane intrinzik jason juggalo mars mcnastee mcvay menacide poetry porter rap runners throat tunnel vanilla ya
This track is from Mena`s album Drugz
swifty mcvay - yall gone remember me
- Durée: 4:50
- Notation: 4.00 (1 votes)
- Visites: 63
- Publié par: hebikni
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Swifty Mcvay (D12) - I Get Dough
- Durée: 4:28
- Notation: ( votes)
- Visites: 12' favoriteCount='1
- Publié par: lnvasion2
Thématique: d12 dirty dozen eminem hip-hop kahden kilon rap siika swifty
2008
D12-We Deep
- Durée: 3:22
- Notation: 5.00 (23 votes)
- Visites: 5771' favoriteCount='28
- Publié par: burntonion2k7
Thématique: avenue bizarre d12 eminem exlusive hip hop kuniva mcvay mr porter proof rap records runyon shady swifty track
exclusive track by D12
Swifty McVay - Crazy
- Durée: 4:22
- Notation: 5.00 (1 votes)
- Visites: 28
- Publié par: SwiftyMcVayDK
Thématique: Crazy D12 Department Detroit Dirty Dozen Fyre Hip Hop McVay Rap Swifty
A track off of Swifty McVays EP, Underestimated EP vol. 2. Enjoy.
D12 - Suicide (Feat. Sindy Syringe)
- Durée: 3:53
- Notation: 5.00 (13 votes)
- Visites: 1229' favoriteCount='17
- Publié par: Confusious30
Thématique: Bizarre D12 Dirty Dozen Hip-Hop McVay Proof Rap Sindy Suicide Swifty Syringe
NEW D12 shit. Off the Return of the Dozen tape. Look out for verse 3. Proof tears it UP.
I'll Get By by Bionic Jive
- Durée: 4:7
- Notation: 3.00 (2 votes)
- Visites: 335' favoriteCount='3
- Publié par: yankeessuck1987
Thématique: Ako Bionic By Emerg Get Hip-Hop I'll Jive Mack McVay Metal Rap
Song by one of my favorite bands, Bionic Jive. They recorded this one a couple years ago but it didn't make it onto their first cd or their new joint Passion Over Politics. I came across this on Ako Mack's myspace.
D12 - Ain't Nuttin' But Music (Instrumental)
- Durée: 5:11
- Notation: ( votes)
- Visites: 57
- Publié par: TehGangsta
Thématique: Bizarre D12 Detroit Devil's Dirty Dozen Eminem Harry Hip Hop Kuniva Marshall Mathers Night Proof Shady Slim Swift
NOTE: This is only a looped version, it's not the official. I made it because I couldn't find the instrumental anywhere. "D12 - Ain't Nuttin' But Music" [Eminem] It's shit like this I kick to these rich white kids Who just might see how fucked up this sick life is Ooops I did it again didn't I my shit's harder To figure out than what Britney's tit size is Oooh I probably pissed you off again didn't I bitch So what Christina Gaguilera kiss my grits You know how many shits I give. I wish I did So I can quit givin these twisted little kids ideas This just in, Britney just dissed Justin She just fucked Ben, got tit fucked and dick sucked him If Affleck can get his ass licked, how come I can't shit Goddamn bitch I'm rich I can't understand this Are those pictures they made of us together on the internet As close as I'm ever gonna get to hittin it from the back And shit when it comes to that I hit harder from the back Than Everlast when he's pluggin Lethal in his fuckin ass Just give me one more chance Britney hit me one more time Let me know what's on your mind, Whitney give me one more line To sniff, you fuckers know what time it is Fuck your jewelery my record's almost diamond, BEEOTCH! [HOOK 2X: Eminem + Dr Dre] What's goin on in the world today People fightin, feudin, lootin, it's okay Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll Tell 'em Dre- It aint nuttin but music [Bizarre] Eminem doesn't like N'Sync, well I do So fuck him, and the Backstreet Boys too Whatever happened to the cast of Different Strokes Gary's broke, Todd's snortin coke, and Dana overdosed I got two little boys wit me Michael Jackson sent two helicopters to get me I'm up early wit my hair curly Me and Mr. Furly, fuckin Laverne and Shirley! [Kuniva] Alotta rappers are livin in la la land That's why I let my dogs out on the Baha men As bad as a life I had, I'm not mad I don't need to be a jackass to beat up my dad My whole family's country, my grandmother's old fashioned And she keeps askin me why I rap wit a honky But grannie I'm a flunky I could be a junky I could be hangin with the hoochies out at the club scene [Kon Artis] To all the independent women in the house! (HOUSE!) Show us your tits and shut your motherfuckin mouth! (WHAT?!) [Proof] Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney Houston The shit's she's usin' (SNIFF!) Jesse Jackson, reverend scandal Got George Michael's, Tevin Campbells PeeWee Herman's, peep show places Public restrooms, beat those cases [HOOK] [Swifty McVay] Huh, your mom and dad probably mad at us (for what) We done turned their kids into little body snatchers Aint like where I'm from, we don't bite our tongue Are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry guns It's sad but I'm glad that I'm made to rhyme Where you work you aint gettin paid for that overtime It's only music, media know it but they blind I aint in your light, so stay they hell up outta mine Y'all the reason why Princess Diana ended up dyin If you people get offended I don't care (stop cryin) Tryin to get us to leave cuz what we say just aint clean (uh, uh) But holdin back on what I say just aint me [Kon Artis] Now what's these parents all mad for? (Your music is bad for 'um) For teenage kids that drink more than Ted Danson in Cheers Carson drink beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (SHUTUP!) Broke or rich, I still do that same old shit I don't jump in front of a camera and change no shit So when they ask me about my sarcasticness I just slap 'em, turn around and ask 'em this [HOOK] [ www.azlyrics.com ]
D12 ft. Eminem - Fight Music
- Durée: 5:7
- Notation: 5.00 (15 votes)
- Visites: 5769' favoriteCount='35
- Publié par: McMigxeRap
Thématique: 08 2008 call curtain d12 eminem encore feat fight ft. hip hip-hop hop mc migxe music rap sex shady slim video xxx
(Coro: Eminem) This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know - that's the new shit The type of shit that causes mass confusion and drastic movement of people actin stupid (Kon Artis) I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!" A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street This is fight music! (Bizarre) You know why my hands are so numb? (No) Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't cum (oh) Smacked this whore for talkin crap (bitch) So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap I fuckin hate you; I'll take your drawers down and rape you While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!) Satan done got me on this song Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john Tired of wearin this yellow thong Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong) Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms Fuck your love songs (Coro) (Proof) Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on? I'm King Kong, guns blow you [ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/GAQ ] to king-dom come Show you machine gun funk Sixteen m-16's and one pump {*click-clack*} The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source It's fight music (Swifty McVay) I'm a nigga that loves scuffles And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, "You hear that?" I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink I suffocated my shrink just for talkin Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin It's fight music! (Kuniva) These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em with premium Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin your life music! (Eminem) If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it Then spit it back in the faces of you racists and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me I came to save these new generations of babies from parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on And this song is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called.. (Coro) It's fight music!
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