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,
this two Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed It get you But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol [swifty mcvay] Nigga, we violently active,
Traduction: D12. Pistol Pistol.
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
in you're neepo 'Cuz you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws You gotta hit a little closer if you wanna try Pistol whip a soldier,
move man Somebody get these niggas some wheelchairs or somethin Goin to war is still a scary issue But in my hood they train to kill wit every pistol
(feat. Mike D) [Killa Kyleon:] It's boss hogg Kyleon, and I'm fuckin' with the king We bout to drop a fo' in a twenty ounce blue cream I place the order
you rapping single bread Already knowing I'm throwed when my pen is pimping Having visions of me in a V-12 motor corners my benz bending Straight down to the T I'd
But I was just a younger nigga; gettin older and lovin this shit But what was I doin in this place? To the fakes without a pistol in the first, facin
our pops We both don't like the cops, we don't know when to stop You know Kim is Shaniqua and Hailey is Marquise D-12's G-Unit and we always in beef Ja
my Beemer You never know when I slide up 19 in my nina, red dot when I ride up Hundred deep in that K.O.D King Of Diamonds that's me nigga No you bitches
and manage to damage all y'all I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up I'd rather say that
the inside. The squad, gettin' ready for the rumble, heard them mumbles, pull me gun and laughter. 12-guage eruptions; all that mattered when them busta's scattered. Reachin' for them pistols
baby, burn burn burn, set em on fire And I'm really not near with a nigga but see it's whatever, whatever, I'm wired Feel the 12 gauge eruption - Playa
(feat. D12) Good mornin Haha, wake your mother fuckin arses up Yo what is the what? Well come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleepin on my roof
(feat. D-12) [Bizzare:] [Echo] Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids
you 'bout to get relapsed any minute Honkey, I hit 'em up! Hahaha, yo check this out You faggots ain't even on my level I'ma let D-12 ride on you bitch
