D12 - Smack Down lyrics

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Haha, yea, Mr. Porter(D-Twizee)

That's right muthafuckas we back, say it(D-Twizee)

You know we came it fuckin came up right? come on(D-Twizee)

Say it again(D-Twizee)

I'm sick of niggas all loud with they half ass talk

Like we some hos or something like our heat don't spark

We ain't Royce muthafucka we don't speak in vain

We don't act like we street, we don't not say names

We don't ask Em to book us

And turn our back on him when he need his boys for real

You got dropped by everybody I know

Goon Sqwad, AWOL, and a couple of hoes SO

That's neither here nor there dawg

His first video was shot up in NY ya'll

Is this nigga the king of detroit

Or the king of gettin his ass whipped and left by his boys

(I heard his crew was hot) is you serious dawg?

D-Elite? I ain't even gonna speak on ya'll

Ya'll ain't worth it, half of your boys wear turbans

And Cha Cha's a toss up nigga, keep on perpin

I wanna see that lil nigga Tre one up

I fight him with one arm, tell Peter put the gun up

I don't need it, I'm swift on my feet

With women orthepedics, tell Kino to stop pagin me

When I'm a

Takin ecstasy and speakin out the side of your neck nigga

You need to retract statements you made you reject

JIGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA hahahaha

You act like you from the D

But you from Mo Peak

You ain't hard you need to put that

CRACK DOWN

I know you wish you

Was Jay-z, 50, D-Twizee

Bitch but you ain't so

BACK DOWN

Yo

How can he right now?

I ain't seen D12 ass around

That's Ryan Montgomery

Thinkin out loud

With rhinestones in his doo rag

You tough dawg WOW

So what? your father taught you how to box(get him!)

You didn't say that shit when Goon Sqwad hit the spot

(nigga left yo

Ask Guv I beat yo ass with some bean pies(you know it, I know it)

So what if Journalist is your cousin?

Who gives a fuck? bitch

Or Runyan Ave will put 2 in your face(BOW!)

Put the ketchup case don't make me have to run up in sudden place

Is it our fault you a fake LL?

D12(D12!) the reason your lil record won't sell (7 thousand copies nigga)

Marshall made your hood, gave you a million in cash

Goddamn, didn't you wanna get wall street tight on his ass?

King of Detroit, aww so sweet

Hahaha... and they through your chain back at you nigga!

(TAKE THAT SHIT BACK NIGGA)

D-Twizee!

I ain't even gotta say shit on this track nigga

You ain't the king of Detroit, you a ho ass nigga

You from oak park nigga, fuck you, fuck the D-Elite

Fuck little ass Tre!

Bo Little, nigga, all ya'll muthafuckas

Knahmsayin? yo

And you mad cause we made you

You ain't

Until we die! nigga, you ain't from Detroit

So you a muthafuckin lie! what?

D-Twizee!

You act like you from the D

But you from Mo Peak

You ain't hard you need to put that

CRACK DOWN

I know you wish you

Was Jay-z, 50, D-Twizee

Bitch but you ain't so

BACK DOWN