Artist: D12 f/ Obie Trice Album: D12 World Song: Loyalty Typed by: Link10JK@aol.com * * send corrections to the typist [Eminem] Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Motherfucker's think they know us) G-g-g-g Guess whos back? D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie! Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, slash Aftermath! Fiftycent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo! Mutha'fucker!, Benzino!, They don't know we finna' blow! Someone betta' tell them so... [Swifty McVay] You don't me, 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 potest' furocious niggaz that rhyme These bitches turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did shit When you rappin' never mix bussiness up with your friendship If you lackin' up in this jungle, then what you breathe fo'? niggaz's don't love you, you got habits of breaking street codes Far as static, I automaticly get medieval When I'm after people, then I'll explode you bitches with C-4 These hoe's, have no insurance, bodies get repo' Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat close Keepin' .44's where you're hoes are swallowing deep throat If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep, close niggaz pupils that's what I do, I'm foolish will shoot you Cuz' I'm coo-coo, But I don't think niggaz can take in heat tho' [Chorus: Kon Artis - repeat 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 and crew was loyal to you [Bizarre] I don't give a fuck, I'm quick to blaze chronic Smoke on so much green, use twelves and supa-sonic Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to 'Nuns and Wifes 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 wil'ing in the clubs You heard about that nine that Eminem packs You diss us, you get you're fucking face cracked I'm from 7 Mile and stout, I'll shoot up you're house Next day, I'll pee in you're mouth. [Obie Trice] Aiyyo, loyalty's first, all the bullshit second I showed you on the record, Cheers to who respect it Most of these niggaz neglect it Even though it's a known method From the hectic hood that you slept in You wanna' be an exeption That's when the weapon is leaving you're half stepping With that 'caine in you're left hand Obie from a section that'll stain up you're flesh and Have you on bare breast Questionin' you're affection for streets D-Twizzie no question One of the best groups that done it And Obie is their reflection Lil' homey that know sowly that loyalty is reckin' D-Twizzie fo' life, Obie Trice is second. [Chorus] [Proof] Which one of you niggaz wanna' be ?boltion? bump heads When I got a passion for clappin'. . .with one hand Talent's on my roster this mobster's in dump land Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds Never leave the crib without packing my black burner On some T. Ali rapper to merk a have murda Incorporated, Hitman Herry is at you're service Reach for me one more gain' and thats closed 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 liecense to ill We lost Bugz and I'll be damed if we loose another man from our clan Without forcing our hand Estorting you're family, I'll torture you're granny For my nigga's, I'm on you're motherfucking porch with a 'Cammy [Chorus] [Kuniva + Kon Artis] Yo its funny how niggaz get caught along (and get bombed on) Knocking teeth in back of you're throat (and break you're jaw bone) (I'm on ignorant shit) these niggaz is bitch Pass me a cigarrete quick (shit is finna' get thick) Yo' man I'll get split (by a brutal and critical hit) With identical dent (or bullets with identical prints) I'm wishing you if (you come you're Lutenints a snitch) You teminant fick (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 you're fucking Long John garmets) Dirty Dozen (We deep in the street) Unbelivable heat, we'll even lay you out infront of the chief of police Muthafucker' [Chorus] [Kon Artis] Yeah! D-Twizzie D12, Dirty Dozen Nothing but family up in this motherfucker' Loyal to everything that we do You ain't neva' gonna' catch none of us slippin by ourself 'Cuz we always together You know what I'm sayin Y'all niggaz don't know what family means Bugz watching over our ass Thats why we still alive know Knocking yall niggaz outta the clubs and shit Haha! Runyan Av. Baby! Shady Records! Where yo' mamma at nigga?