14 Emcees Lyrics - Return Of The Dozen Vol. 2 - D-12

I go by the name of DJ Young Mase 

Good 2 be back, but this time 

I brought 14 friends 

Matter fact, 14 Emcees! 

Fat Father dunn showed up 

And a couple boxes of doughnuts 

No time for stunts, I'm one militant grownup 

Crunk, willing to hold up chumps 

To get exposed. Fat Michigan soldier 

Cats hit you in the? 

Trapped in this ridiculous culture: fuck Oprah! 

No hope, my brain is broke, I'm bipolar 

You microwave shit? I pop trunks with the toaster (3Six) 

Beef with ya beef, Guarantee the whole crew will ride 

And we make the homicide look like suicide 

So nigga, you decide! 

Either you run with the squad 

Or you can keep playing God and get crucified 

Use the 9, I don't ride when it's Valentine 

Send you to the angels like you been traded to Anaheim 

Bring the caskets out whenever I'm spazzing out 

Fire in the woods somewhere, like? house 

Bodybag em, toe-tag em 

Lyrically, I beat these beats up like a Magnum (Get 'Em) 

You getting fucked tonight, you better grab something 

Fuck boy, I can hire you to go bag something 

My money long, I don't even need a bank account 

Big bank take little bank, what your bank about? 

Mine read whole numbers plus six zeroes 

I be turning 16s into a pocket full of Euros 

(Kid Vishis) 

[Kid Vishis] 

Yeah, Kid Vishis the Prince 

Sickest in Michigan since 

I've been spittin', rippin' niggas is a tradition 

I spaz, I can box, but I ain't jabbin' 

Imma pop his light bulb like a good thought gone bad 

Give her the hit stick like Madden 

Fly as Aladdin, higher than Saturn with stilts 

Every time I hit your white bitch twat, it's a gift 

Call that shit my Cracker Jack box 

Shim Bango, F.K., the boy is me 

My goal is to be as high as Charlie Sheen 

Its hard to take MCs seriously on screen 

When they prancin' dancin' harder than Ben Vereen 

Ill skills, I spill fo'real, one shot put him in the chair like chill 

Im in the sky rollin'up cuz he be like blill, I know your momma wont but yo' man would 

Become a drug mover and a rider, big wheel blata 

Beef like Kobe Im the shooter 

Shoot till you see straight through your garage 

Then slide off feelin like Hakuna Matata 

I dont hide lady drama, stick her with 7 pounds 6 ounces like baby mama 

.380 Llama, yeah I even got one wit me cuz I aint tryna let em do me like they young beef 

Im blowin ganja smoke, 

packin' all kinds of toast 

Thatll make you change your lifestyle like the condom broke 

Give her the work, Im on the turf move slabs often 

Ill push your shit back like a bad barber 

I lines em up well, aim sharp Steve Harvey 

Im Cheech and Chong blowin hong like three Marley I know they hate me 

I aint in low definition so I'mma be the first one to do murders in HD 

Damn! There you have it 14 Emcees 

You know what time it is, Pay Attention! 

We Back muthafuckers!