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Loyalty (feat. Obie Trice)

Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Motherfuckers think they know us)

G-g-g-g Guess who's back? D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie!

Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, slash Aftermath!

Fifty cent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo!

Motherfucker!, Benzino!, They don't know we finna' blow!

Someone better tell them soYou 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' ferocious niggas that rhyme

These bitches turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did shit

When you rappin' never mix business up with your friendship

If you lackin' up in this jungle, then what you breathe for?

Niggas 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 see-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

Niggas pupils that's what I do, I'm foolish will shoot you

'Cause I'm coo-coo, But I don't think niggas can take in heat tho'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 youI don't give a fuck, I'm quick to blaze chronic

Smoke on so much green, use twelves and supersonic

Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to nuns and wife's

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 wilding 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.Aiyyo, loyalty's first, all the bullshit second

I showed you on the record, Cheers to who respect it

Most of these niggas neglect it

Even though it's a known method

From the hectic hood that you slept in

You want to' 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 secondWhich one of you niggas want to be abolition 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 murder

Incorporated, Hitman Harry is at you're service

Reach for me one more gain' and that's 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 license to ill

We lost Bugz and I'll be damned if we loose another man from our clan

Without forcing our hand

Escorting you're family, I'll torture you're granny

For my niggas, I'm on you're motherfucking porch with a 'CammyYo its funny how niggas 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 niggas is bitch

Pass me a cigarette 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 Rider (Shooting through you're fucking Long John garments)

Dirty Dozen (We deep in the street)

Unbelivable heat, we'll even lay you out in front of the chief of police

Muthafucka'Yeah! D-Twizzie

D12, Dirty Dozen

Nothing but family up in this motherfucker

Loyal to everything that we do

You ain't never gonna' catch none of us slippin' by our self

'Cause we always together

You know what I'm sayin',

Why yall niggas don't know what family means

Bugz watching over our ass

That's why we still alive know

Knocking why yall niggas outta the clubs and shit

Haha! Runyan Av. Baby!

Shady Records!

Where yo' mamma at nigga?

Songwriters

Stevenson, Michael / Williams, Bryan / Johnson, Daniel / Carter, DwaynePublished by

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