6 Reasons Lyrics - D-12

[Proof] 

You wish that you could bear me black 

D12 standing back 

No planning that 

Def methods, we got a hand in that 

Whoever run this shit 

You get a jammed knee cap 

Make the healthy get sick 

And your fam handicapped 

You a fan of rap 

My clan attack 

Your school, home, your bitch house 

Pull my nine milli 

You gon' die with your fist out 

I'm him an his 

It's over with 

Venom is this 

cobra spit 

Drunken dialect with agressive 

Sober bitch 

My bionic fires demonish atlonics 

Demonic is tainted chronic 

Impossible to hold down like vomit 

Mics I palm it 

You stay to bomb it 

Like tourists that's Islamic 

I enter your atmosphere like a comet 

The new god of rap 

Call me nigga Thor 

Snap your back 

When I slap your ass in a figure four 

From miles around they can feel it's lethal 

I make hardcore groups like Wu Tang 

Look like the Village People (fags) 

No sequel 

The general let the senistal 

Abort your mind state and kill your inner child 

[Bizarre] 

It's been a while 

Since you bitch niggas heard of me 

'cause the last six months 

I been doing R'n'B 

But now I'm on some sick shit 

Niggas better duck quick 

You don't know who you're fucking with 

I'll leave you niggas breathless 

Seeing me and Bugz rolling in the blue hummer 

You a bitch, scared to shoot like Lindsay Hunter 

Don't need to be a father 

'cause I'm just to illmatic 

I'll probably poison my kids 

Like flowers in the alley 

Fuck your anorexic neglects it 

Fuck a Lexus 

I'm doing drivebys on __ BMX's 

[Bugz] 

I know a girl who said she's prio 

And her sign is a Leo 

Bugzy fucked her in a Regal 

And then she took me to my P.O. 

Fuck rollin' ceelo 

I'm down to a c-note 

Lost a g' rollin' dice at that punk ass casino 

But fuck it (shit) 'cause when times get bad 

See me and drag with the mags 

On unsuspecting fags (bitch) 

I gotta shoot 

Bitch you got the boot 

And hurry up with it 

I'm trying to catch this prostitute (I got ten) 

[Kuniva] 

I'm the nigga that spotted ya 

Spit something hot at ya 

Rip your Nautica 

Saw you backstage and shot at ya 

And kill subliminally 

You can go on 

And spin your group name 25 times in one song 

I'll still write about you 

Hip hop is better off without you 

Blowing niggas outta they bathrobes 

And funky house shoes 

For the hell of it 

I fuck Missy Elliott 

Don't give a fuck if her belly gets 

In my way, I'm still nailing it 

Got this verbal tech nine 

Spitting at you for telling shit 

Get this dead body off the mic 

I'm fuckin smelling it 

[Kon Artis] 

Fuck it 

Let's have a scrub out 

Fuck around with us and see what happen 

We all got them guns blappin 

Got y'all niggas back tracking 

Ya, we dump bodies in seashores 

Busting DJs over they backs with keyboards 

Turn up my levels 

Your crew is fruitier than pebbles 

Changin you razor back MCs to running trebles 

Bust up 

Kon Artis, quick to smack your slut up 

Keep a pack of rubbers 

Just in case I gotta nutt up 

Brigade style hold 'em out down 

That's how it's meant to be 

You kick the same shit 

Your whole tape sound like a symphony 

Don't say shit to me 

It's DP carry your daughter 

Talking bitches outta they panties 

Dollars and last quarters 

Like that horsemen 

I'll leave your whack clowns hutless 

Watch Defarius come to my show 

And leave dreadless 

Whoever said this slash rapper and producer 

Wouldn't make your head twist 

Guard your grill and your necklace 

[Chorus] 

I got 6 reasons why we keep shit coming 

Dirty Dozen left niggas running for cover 

Hiding behind your lovers 

Skirting off peeling rubber 

As we shout 

"DON'T FUCK WITH DIRTY DOZEN" 

6 reasons why keep shit coming 

Dirty Dozen left niggas running for cover 

Hiding behind your lovers 

Skirting off peeling rubber 

As we shout 

"DON'T FUCK WITH DIRTY DOZEN" 

I got 6 reasons why we keep shit coming 

Dirty Dozen left niggas running for cover 

Hiding behind your lovers 

Skirting off peeling rubber 

As we shout 

"DON'T FUCK WITH DIRTY DOZEN" 

Yeah yeah bitch (what what) 

We'll bring it to your crew 

We'll bring it to your crew 

Any of y'all 

Die bitch 

Don't fuck with Dirty Dozen 

Dirty Dozen 

Bugz 

Proof 

Bizarre 

Don't fuck with Dirty Dozen 

Da Brigade bitch 

DJ Head 

Don't fuck with Dirty Dozen 

The saga starts right now 

If you ain't down with us from this day on 

Then fuck you