D12 - Slow Your Roll lyrics

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D12 World

D-Twizzy!

You don't got a reason to want no beef

You ain't got no ends to justify the means

You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause

You don't got the balls to fit in them draws

So whatever it is you thinking that's got you gassed

You better start rethinking and thinking it fast

Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask

You better put them brakes and let off the gas

And Slow Your Roll

Teenas a menace to many, I'm not friendly you get shot in the Kennedy fast

You popped willingly you walkin around with Pac's identity

I'm a mockery you 'bout to watch what it's fin to be

I'm not mentally focused but lyrically we got it locked

And it's not about droppin albums, I'll sock a nigga on the spot

You can't help it but to imagine this walkin massacre

A madman strapped with a magnum blow that spasm out ya back

And just stand there and snatch your medallion

See I can't fear any nigga that can not happen

The immaculate Mack handler

That got this wrappin by the back of his neck

A scavenger I'm a threat then you fear me like a hand full of syringes

I'm I'll enough to scream at your front do', blow it off the hinges

I'm marksmatic to press marxman outta walkin

Cause soon your body can catch me shootin up your carcus

So don't provoke shit, I wish the whole mankind was a neck so I can choke it

Furocious and you ain't gonna be knowin where ya folks is

Fuck the milk cartons and posters

It's over, they ghosts

Niggaz is bitch instead of diggin a ditch

I'm a see how fill this river can get even bitches get hit

I'm walk dog on all fours embark'em with long claws

Just fight for the wrong cause your boss with thong drawers (Oh No)

You ain't in my racket bitch followin faggots with wanksta tats on their ass

(Magic Stick If I get hit once you get hit twice - backwards)

These thugs need to do what he love and just play the back

Before I'll Put A Sword On Ya Head Like A Raider Cap

You bust I'm sprayin back, leave your hood layin flat (Wraaa!)

Now what you gonna say to that?

Pull up the candy truck

Throw up, blow up, beat a handicap bitch up

Fuck Butter I kill the DJ

I don't need you bitch I got a instant replay

Lay down bitch get butt naked

And fuck the viagra I'm tryna nut in two seconds

All around the world, fuck with different cliques

You ain't got no weed get the fuck out my room bitch

I'm calm but I steal on niggaz like I was clepto

Put that chrome shit to ya head like you was Destro

Why stop niggaz, why not pop niggaz, we cop figures

Keep them toast like I hop nigga, we breathe dirt so be alert

Or get them guns on ya chest like a "Welcome to the Hood" T-shirt

Let's go back before throw backs, before I dro sacks

I used to blow gats, bullets'll find you like a low jack

I'm hopeless, a ferocious dosage of dope shit

A culprit of culture a chaotic comotion

Kuniva will blow shit off the map I post it

Knock you off your penny load so fuck that cold shit

I point my fingers to the ground, throw my waist to left of me

To knuckle should ship like a Em upside down and you best be

On your P's and Q's people we sees to use

No one see's your views, so now you see's exclusives

And put it in your little magazine, but you should

Know that was the most desperate thing that you could

Pull out of your crotch you faggots all owe us much

Start doing heroin lines for as much as you gossip

Like bitches with Oscars, ya'll actresses

45's make bodies flip like flabby tits

Bullets coming at your door like a buck up 6th

Now what the fuck you gonna do to get up out of this shit?

Your record was sellin 10 years ago you dumb bitch

Do the math, you'll never have a Shady/Aftermath ring

And that kind of staff to back that ass up so back that ass up

Before we clap that ass up...

Nigga you better ask somebody

These niggaz think they can just put shit out on their own

Fuck'em...