Текст (слова) песни: D-12 f Bugz - Fuck Battlin

Ha ha, ha ha, yeah yeah!
Dirty Dozen! Detroit City (Detroit Michigan)
What (What)

[Bugz]
You won`t last long like weed in brass bongs
Just another fag blowin some sad bitch-ass songs
I shine sober, cause Bugz is a soldier
Beat that ass like Roy Jones if ya bite I`m pissin(?)cola
Doin the randisco at a disco with a big ho
Bought the stupid bitch from Sisqo now she won`t let my dick go
Bugz a stupid nigga, take a shower with my pistol
Walk up in your (?) and pistol ripped you
It`s simple, see I`m from the D like Eric Hippo
Sick son of a bitch, robbin a nigga and his kinfolk
Got my gun on my hip, some in the clip, one in the chamber
It`s danger, fuckin with this super powered stranger
Fuck a battle - we brought knives, niggaz and guns
Beat yo` ass and run, tryin to catch a case for fun
Bustin at the po`-po` high off weed speed and cocoa (yeah!)
Pumpin Makaveli, heavy handed with my fo`-fo`

[Proof]
Bomb like Saddam, split America in two
Then wrap all around your head like Erykah Badu
My issues, misuse, human anatomy
Tearin your flesh, and you muscle tissues
Knock `em out his shoes, then check `em in
And stand firm hold my nuts waitin on yo` second wind
The nine shot (put Denaun out!)
Punch you in your navel and rip your spine out
Talkin bout you run this shit when you ain`t got no legs
Plus you all booty like Jennifer Lopez
D-12 (?), work these
Scratch the skin off your back like fur theives
Grab your throat like a nurse squeeze, make the earth freeze
Stick you for a lifetime - like herpes
Challenge Evil Kanivel, (?) jumpin in a Regal
Challenge Officer Riggs, and be in "Lethal"
Challengin fiends to stealin aluminum sidin
Challenge Eminem smokin dope, while hang glidin
Challengin hickville honkies, to a square dance
And climb up Everest blindfolded with my bare hands
Aint no fair chance Dirty Dozen run the D
Anybody want beef then, come to me

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Fuck battlin, we on some gang shit
Duck quick, cause you niggaz might get hit
United we stand, united we fall
I swear to God, Dirty Dozen we gonna kill all y`all

[Bizarre]
10 seconds, kiss yo` ass good riddance
(It`s a BOMB!) Told y`all niggaz I wasn`t bullshittin
We could fight like a kung-fu flick, choose your weapon
Shake hands, knock yo` ass out in 10 seconds
Bizarre needs a counselor
I done shitted on so many MC`s, (?) should be my sponsor
Have Prince rob ya for your "Diamonds and Pearls"
While I`m in the next room, havin my way with your girl
I swear, I kill any MC up in here
My niggaz pop so many guns, you swear it was New Year`s
They`re gon` need an ambulance when I finish battlin you
Pop shit? My gang`s on Runyan Avenue
You niggaz ain`t crooks, plus you all shook
Have you mom suck my cock while I read Playboy books
I aint sayin I`m the illest MC
But ask ten outta ten niggaz, and the ten gon` say me

[Chorus] - 1/2

[Kon Artis]
Bitch, what? Uh-huh, yeah
Yo, shuttup, yeah
(?) walker, ass gripper and shit talker
Got a love for +dyno-mite+ like Jim Walker
Jim Beam, and have you missin like Jim Hoffa
Coughin I`ll be splittin your throat for thinkin of talkin
Love beef, that`s why half the click don`t even walk in
No love for hoes but shit, I fucks `em often
May as well give `em the dick, shit on `em
And when they ask why I ain`t called `em I just tell `em I`m sick
Same shit I tell every chickenhead that I bone
They don`t believe it, but they know I got a fetish for chrome
Pushin cats in wheelchairs down flights of stairs
Startin fights with chairs (somebody died!!) like we care
Invitin bitches to go hikin with me, up a mountain
Throw `em off and tell their moms
she died from skinnydippin in the fountain
Mr. Porter stay live on wax
While you throw records into crowds just to say you have a hit track

[Kuniva]
I`m the alcoholic bringin catastrophe to others
Make you C-Murder like Master P`s little brother
Flatterin punks, shatterin junk, get your cavity lumped
with the force of a rim-shatterin dunk
Now you wanna be "Thuggish Ruggish" so I`ma let a slug hit
And call you Broken Bone, and if you got a crew
I`ma name `em all after you
Fractured Bone, Neck Bone and Funny Bone
You can`t flash when all your money`s gone
I`ll give you a thirty minute head start, fuck that
I`ll even wait `til it`s dark and hunt you down - swing an axe
and watch how many dumb thoughts leak out when your head parts
Fuck yo` automobile to me it`s just a red car
Runyan Ave. gon` run yo` ass clean out of existance
In an instant, I`ll fire persistant, shots consistant
Terrorist terrorizin your block
See all these niggaz when I step in the club, I`m bringin them
And any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King`n `em
Malice Greene`n `em, and gasoline`n them with premium
Light a cigarette flick at him and spit it at him
Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him
Boxin without gloves, deeper then glee clubs
While you stand in tha back and look mean like E-Luv
Can`t no other crew stand us
Put my hands on you quicker than a nigga playin two hand touch
Yo Kuniva in the ruggedest, hop in the truck and hit
everybody on your block, jump out and cut a bitch
Another fuck I gotta put a stain on
In the middle of the street screamin bring the pain on

[Chorus]

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Detroit City (Detroit Michigan) What (What) [Bugz] You won`t last long like weed in brass bongs Just another fag blowin some sad bitch-ass songs I shine sober, cause Bugz is a soldier Beat that ass like Roy Jones if ya bite I`m pissin(?)cola Doin the randisco at a disco with a big ho Bought the stupid bitch from Sisqo now she won`t let my dick go Bugz a stupid nigga, take a shower with my pistol Walk up in your (?) and pistol ripped you It`s simple, see I`m from the D like Eric Hippo Sick son of a bitch, robbin a nigga and his kinfolk Got my gun on my hip, some in the clip, one in the chamber It`s danger, fuckin with this super powered stranger Fuck a battle - we brought knives, niggaz and guns Beat yo` ass and run, tryin to catch a case for fun Bustin at the po`-po` high off weed speed and cocoa (yeah!) Pumpin Makaveli, heavy handed with my fo`-fo` [Proof] Bomb like Saddam, split America in two Then wrap all around your head like Erykah Badu My issues, misuse, human anatomy Tearin your flesh, and you muscle tissues Knock `em out his shoes, then check `em in And stand firm hold my nuts waitin on yo` second wind The nine shot (put Denaun out!) Punch you in your navel and rip your spine out Talkin bout you run this shit when you ain`t got no legs Plus you all booty like Jennifer Lopez D-12 (?), work these Scratch the skin off your back like fur theives Grab your throat like a nurse squeeze, make the earth freeze Stick you for a lifetime - like herpes Challenge Evil Kanivel, (?) jumpin in a Regal Challenge Officer Riggs, and be in "Lethal" Challengin fiends to stealin aluminum sidin Challenge Eminem smokin dope, while hang glidin Challengin hickville honkies, to a square dance And climb up Everest blindfolded with my bare hands Aint no fair chance Dirty Dozen run the D Anybody want beef then, come to me [Chorus: repeat 2X] Fuck battlin, we on some gang shit Duck quick, cause you niggaz might get hit United we stand, united we fall I swear to God, Dirty Dozen we gonna kill all y`all [Bizarre] 10 seconds, kiss yo` ass good riddance (It`s a BOMB!) Told y`all niggaz I wasn`t bullshittin We could fight like a kung-fu flick, choose your weapon Shake hands, knock yo` ass out in 10 seconds Bizarre needs a counselor I done shitted on so many MC`s, (?) should be my sponsor Have Prince rob ya for your "Diamonds and Pearls" While I`m in the next room, havin my way with your girl I swear, I kill any MC up in here My niggaz pop so many guns, you swear it was New Year`s They`re gon` need an ambulance when I finish battlin you Pop shit? My gang`s on Runyan Avenue You niggaz ain`t crooks, plus you all shook Have you mom suck my cock while I read Playboy books I aint sayin I`m the illest MC But ask ten outta ten niggaz, and the ten gon` say me [Chorus] - 1/2 [Kon Artis] Bitch, what? Uh-huh, yeah Yo, shuttup, yeah (?) walker, ass gripper and shit talker Got a love for +dyno-mite+ like Jim Walker Jim Beam, and have you missin like Jim Hoffa Coughin I`ll be splittin your throat for thinkin of talkin Love beef, that`s why half the click don`t even walk in No love for hoes but shit, I fucks `em often May as well give `em the dick, shit on `em And when they ask why I ain`t called `em I just tell `em I`m sick Same shit I tell every chickenhead that I bone They don`t believe it, but they know I got a fetish for chrome Pushin cats in wheelchairs down flights of stairs Startin fights with chairs (somebody died!!) like we care Invitin bitches to go hikin with me, up a mountain Throw `em off and tell their moms she died from skinnydippin in the fountain Mr. Porter stay live on wax While you throw records into crowds just to say you have a hit track [Kuniva] I`m the alcoholic bringin catastrophe to others Make you C-Murder like Master P`s little brother Flatterin punks, shatterin junk, get your cavity lumped with the force of a rim-shatterin dunk Now you wanna be "Thuggish Ruggish" so I`ma let a slug hit And call you Broken Bone, and if you got a crew I`ma name `em all after you Fractured Bone, Neck Bone and Funny Bone You can`t flash when all your money`s gone I`ll give you a thirty minute head start, fuck that I`ll even wait `til it`s dark and hunt you down - swing an axe and watch how many dumb thoughts leak out when your head parts Fuck yo` automobile to me it`s just a red car Runyan Ave. gon` run yo` ass clean out of existance In an instant, I`ll fire persistant, shots consistant Terrorist terrorizin your block See all these niggaz when I step in the club, I`m bringin them And any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King`n `em Malice Greene`n `em, and gasoline`n them with premium Light a cigarette flick at him and spit it at him Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him Boxin without gloves, deeper then glee clubs While you stand in tha back and look mean like E-Luv Can`t no other crew stand us Put my hands on you quicker than a nigga playin two hand touch Yo Kuniva in the ruggedest, hop in the truck and hit everybody on your block, jump out and cut a bitch Another fuck I gotta put a stain on In the middle of the street screamin bring the pain on [Chorus] Нравится песня? 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