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No sequel
The general let the senistal
Abort your mind state and kill your inner child
[Bizarre]
It's been a while
Since you bitch niggas heard of me
Cuz the last six months
I been doing R&B
But now I'm on some sick shit
Niggas better duck quick
You don't know who you're fucking with
I'll leave you niggas breathless
Seeing me and Bugz rolling in the blue hummer
You a bitch, scared to shoot like Lindsay Hunter
Don't need to be a father
Cuz I'm just to illmatic
I'll probably poison my kids
Like flowers in the alley
Fuck your anorexic neglects it
Fuck a Lexus
I'm doing drivebys on XXX BMX's
[Bugz]
I know a girl who said she's prio
And her sign is a Leo
Bugzy fucked her in a Regal
And then she took me to my P.O.
Fuck rollin' ceelo
I'm down to a c-note
Lost a g' rollin' dice at that punk ass casino
But fuck it (shit) cuz when times get bad
See me and drag with the mags
On unsuspecting fags (bitch)
I gotta shoot
Bitch you got the boot
And hurry up with it
I'm trying to catch this prostitute (I got ten)
[Kuniva]
I'm the nigga that spotted ya
Spit something hot at ya
Rip your Nautica
Saw you backstage and shot at ya
And kill subliminally
You can go on
And spin your group name 25 times in one song
I'll still write about you
Hip hop is better off without you
Blowing niggas outta they bathrobes
And funky house shoes
For the hell of it
I fuck Missy Elliott
Don't give a fuck if her belly gets
In my way, I'm still nailing it
Got this verbal tech nine
Spitting at you for telling shit
Get this dead body off the mic
I'm fuckin smelling it
[Kon Artis]
Fuck it
Let's have a scrub out
Fuck around with us and see what happen
We all got them guns blappin
Got y'all niggas back tracking
Ya, we dump bodies in seashores
Busting DJs over they backs with keyboards
Turn up my levels
Your crew is fruitier than pebbles
Changin you razor back MCs to running trebles
Bust up
Kon Artis, quick to smack your slut up
Keep a pack of rubbers
Just in case I gotta nutt up
Brigade style hold 'em out down
That's how it's meant to be
You kick the same shit
Your whole tape sound like a symphony
Don't say shit to me
It's DP carry your daughter
Talking bitches outta they panties
Dollars and last quarters
Like that horsemen
I'll leave your whack crowns hutless
Watch Defarius come to my show
And leave dreadless
Whoever said this slash rapper and producer
Wouldn't make your head twist
Guard your grill and your necklace
[Chorus]
I got 6 reasons why we keep shit coming
Dirty Dozen left niggas running for cover
Hiding behind your lovers
Skirting off peeling rubber
As we shout
)
D12 - 6 Reasons
Songtekst van: D12
Zie KLIK HIER voor de songteksten
D12 - Revelation
D12 - Bitch
D12 - How come
D12 - American Pyscho
D12 - Shit On You
D12 - 6 Reasons
D12 - Act A Fool
D12 - Ain't Nuttin' But Music
D12 - Ain't Nuttin But Music
D12 - Aint Nuttin' But Music
D12 - America[Eminem]
D12 - American Psycho II
D12 - Amityville
D12 - Another Public Service Annoucement
D12 - Blow My Buzz
D12 - Bizarre (Skit)
D12 - Chance To Advance
D12 - Devils Night
D12 - Fight Music
D12 - Girls
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