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Tytuł: We shine

  • Wykonawca: D12
  • Wy¶wietleń: 300

  
   Songtext: -
  
  Chorus: samples 4X
  "Bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about this?)
  "When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> Keith Murray
  "Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they know about
  this?)
  "When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" ---> Keith Murray
  
  [Verse One]
  I'm rockin shit ,packin shit, while stackin shit
  If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm blastin shit
  You gone phase me, but swingin like Peter Parker
  Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the Goddamn barber
  Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up
  You couldn't be a dope MC if you said his rhymes drugged up
  I told you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
  "You couldn't be shit, if you came out my asscrack"
  Stop frontin kid, you know you ain't paid
  And the only mic/Mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
  Ain't nothin lyrical about you but your lies
  So cut the shit, cause its startin to draw flies
  You're played like my five-year old's newborn toys
  Don't know shit about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz
  Like Robin Leech I display stylish ways
  Thats rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days
  Listen up, all these words take heed
  When I cock and squeeze, no more MC's breathe (none)
  I'm sick of this, here's my final dis
  Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit like this
  
  Chorus: 2X
  
  [Eminem]
  My Smith and Wessy got you layin in some alley messy
  Got your family lookin for your ass on Sally Jesse
  We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
  Leavin your skull split like Steven Seagal
  Let the cat out, flat out, Detroit's a mad house
  So I don't get offended when I hear my city badmouthed
  We quick to pull the gat out and set it
  And leave you with more shit missin than a Lil' Kim radio edit
  Stick up kids be tryin to live paid
  You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
  Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets, Jack
  Or I'ma send you flyin like a rocketpack
  Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
  Break into your crib still your shit and lock it back
  Ten-year old kids be standin on the block with gats
  Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
  Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin?, that's some old Detroit shit
  y'all wouldn't know about that shit, though. Less you come
  to my city, ya know what'm sayin? See where we live,
  cause we shine
  
  Chorus: 2X
  
  [Hush]
  MC's put Detroit up in they rap songs
  Cause without us there careers wouldn't last long
  So like a generation we've been passed on
  Now its our time to shine, put your glasses on
  Got these A & R's and labels with binoculars
  Lookin in, jockin us and not jockin yours
  Too many groups follow trends, unoriginal
  Usin loops that transcend every bitch in you
  Don't ever try to say this is a ghost town
  One million rappers in this bitch, they need to slow down
  Evualute the situation, all the rest are killers
  Fly hoes out on Jefferson with the drug dealers
  Two years in the joint, nobody's touchin Hush
  Try to say you'll put us down, but your under us
  Now who the fuck are you? its just coincidental
  When your rhyme your even worse than the instrumental
  Your just a phone-tapper with no backbone
  Talkin shit, I got a clique that only pack chrome
  Have your ass gone, nowhere to run, when we hit
  Next time you'll think twice of who you fuckin wit
  
  Chorus: 3 and Ą