Bad News Lyrics - The Underground Ep - D-12

[chorus] 

Brigade jump on a couple of punks 

Nigga, we bad news 

(we bad news, nigga) 

To beef for real 

If you step our way it's on 

Anybody, everybody (oh shit) 

Come on 

Brigade jump on a couple of punks 

That's how we're moving it moving it moving it 

To beef for real 

If you step our way it's on 

Anybody, everybody (that's right) 

Come on 

[kon artis] 

We breaking every rule in the book 

Illegal crooks that got your mind shook 

Kon done with spells up 

Poisonous cook 

The kon artis 

Make way for the hell raiser 

Mysterious neighbor 

Cuttin throats with broke coke 

Bottles and rusty razors 

I ain't the one to save you in a crisis 

I kick you while you're down 

Snatch you up and ask you who's the nicest 

Better say me 

Or I'll put your next to some vice crips 

And squeeze until they lifeless 

I stayin confidence with my mind 

About being good or evil 

I'm deceitful 

Lethal when I leave you 

Dead inside your blood brother 

When your hand for help reaches out 

We just chuckle 

Now where the fuck of how we is as individuals 

We raise wrong 

Politics and poverty got us head strong 

You dead wrong 

If you think you'll make it out with all your limbs 

Grab your camera 

So we can put this on film 

[kuniva] 

Hey 

Don't get cut into hundreds over some dumb shit 

I advise you to run quick 'cause we run this 

Guns click on the reg reg 

Put mcs on they death beads 

Either that or leavin' 'em walking on peg legs 

In various locations 

I'll be wylin' out at places 

I'm why they're running out 

Of handicap parking spaces 

Intense dreams 

You want suspense? it's endless 

How I massacre crews 

Leave you solo and friendless 

Contact lens less then lifeless 

The trifest mc 

You never wanna fight with 

Or rock a mic with 

Carry a knife with 

Da brigade on the night shift 

Pack this big dick that I use to fuck your wife with 

You ain't the nicest 

Derelicts with intelligence 

Leaving your grill wide open like pelicans 

Just wait 

My words penetrate through your vertebrate 

Til it snap your neck brace 

And crack your chest plate 

[chorus] 

[kon artis] 

You studies wanna job like assets 

Rough is ready to start teaching niggas 

In ass whippin' classes 

Breaking glasses 

Damage crews by the masses 

Shit talking like cassius 

Get in your e-class and dash bitch 

Kon artis 

The only man that can expand the cervix 

With the tip of my bone 

Get in your girl and keep fucking 

Until she starts screaming "leave me alone" 

Walking predacone 

Looking for weak grade to set it on 

From dusk til dawn I bomb 

Went through hell and remain calm 

The devils to stir us to fight me 

Just to see what type of shit that I was on 

Those bastards is why they got burnt 

And turned into crisp xxxxx 

With lyrics hotter than lava comes 

It's urgent 

That she splurge with 

Before I merge with 

Kuniva will make ya nerves emerge and split 

Heard me bitch 

You weren't worthy with the mic 

Is why I snatch it 

And people think and praise with words that I like 

With things that I say on you 

You need someone to spar with 

Put you in the back of my trunk 

Get in my car trick 

Running with nothing but thugs 

With the fug 

We more dangerous than l.a. cops with big clubs 

Who's arresting you when you're drunk 

You sick munk 

Spitting up bills scriptures and gumps 

Till you punks get the picture 

Get it? 

If rap was a whore you couldn't hit it 

I make it my business 

Twenty four seven to try and stick it 

[kuniva] 

Gotta get it 

I gotta give it to you non-stop 

Bombs drop lyrical warfare we onslaught 

Dead bodies rot 

We making your body rock 

Licking them off like lollipops 

That the shotty pop 

Kuniva snatch rolex chains, watches and anklets 

Dissin' the stank bitch 

Packing heaters to make you thank quick 

Now ain't this 

Something you don't want a piece of 

Don't worry about waiting these ones 

Chillin' with me buds 

[chorus]