Census Bureau Lyrics - D-12

Yeah, we straight from the Census Bureau 

Haha, Runyan Ave 

We lookin' for yo' momma 

D 12, where yo' momma at? 

Miko, where yo' momma at? 

Young Zee, hey Dame, where yo' momma at? 

I wanna fuck that bitch, her stankin' ass 

Hey 'em where yo' momma at? Yo 

You know me, Denaun the same ol' nigga 

I spray paint your car up like Rain-O nigga 

See me and you are sorta like the same I guess 

We both rock mics but yours is into our chest 

You can't do nuttin' to me, Runyan Ave's unruly 

And truly this ain't a movie, you get slapped with the tooly 

So pass the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy 

To steal every car in this vicinity, you feelin' me? 

Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wild 

Piggity-pow, nigga be out 

You don't really want war, I'm chillin' at your door 

This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor 

I can't be a punk, my daddy wasn't none 

I lose a fight after school and I came home and got one 

You reap what you sow, that shit you oughta know 

I keep it on the flo' under the seat, I ain't a hoe 

You know it's been a while but we feelin' it now 

The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now 

Goddamn, you don't want no problems B 

Get your name in the obituary column sheet 

It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again 

Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again 

Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pass the Gin 

Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again 

A basket case indeed, stronger than a can of mace 

Slap you in the face while you patty-cakin' witcha seed 

I'll be makin' all these niggaz wanna take a beam 

And put it right on my head 

You don't be takin' heed, you probably idol the Feds 

Havin' meetings to recite what I said 

Liable to have you in a medical room 

Walk in that bitch with a cell phone then turn it on 

Got a chrome that be fuckin' up shit worse than I 

You would swear that I'm a Gemini 

I kill a guy for nothin', eye to eye 

And I ain't gotta touch them niggaz face soon as I say somethin' 

Got a pump that'll tear your arm quick, when I leave a carcass 

You would think you in Death Row's office 

I'm ill enough to fall in the middle of moshpits 

Survive and I'm gettin' up high without a flaw bitch 

You know it's been a while but we feelin' it now 

The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now 

Goddamn, you don't want no problems B 

Get your name in the obituary column sheet 

It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again 

Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again 

Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pass the Gin 

Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again 

I'm a dog on the mic that'll brawl out with Christ 

Get to cappin' at your captain 'til he fall outta life 

I'm all outta nice, nigga tuck your chain 

Put holes in your head and finger-fuck your brain 

Fool fuck this game, I'm poppin' at coach 

Momma dropped me on my head and knew that somethin' was broke 

I ain't feelin' nothin' you wrote so I'm stompin' your throat 

Show up at the hospital and start punchin' your folks 

I'm a uzi with arms and legs 

Duty calm your man, before my tooly bomb his head 

You wanna take what my 40-cal since you bitch-made 

Spittin' the right game so yo' ass can get laid 

The fuck down, I don't give a fuck now, whassup? 

Talkin' 'bout "Clappin'", quit actin', you barely bust nuts 

Don't get it twisted at the gates, the name is Proof 

And I'ma kill every man that came with you 

Yeah, yeah, knock knock, guess who showed up? 

44-mag and tear your whole door up 

Pink shower cap and yellow drawers 

My dick's so small, I can pee on my own balls 

When it comes to pussy, Bizarre goes to work 

That's why my mouth smell like hot dogs and yellow Persh 

So tell your momma hit me on my cell phone 

I ain't home, I'm so wet gettin' stoned with Norah Jones 

You know it's been a while but we feelin' it now 

The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now 

Goddamn, you don't want no problems B 

Get your name in the obituary column sheet 

It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again 

Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again 

Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pass the Gin 

Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again 

Yo, I chuck niggaz daily, a six-man crew that's born crazy 

A triple O.G. like Tray Deee 

I stay sparkin', bitch I got a attitude 

I step on your shoes and won't say pardon, be cautious 

Hidin' from the one-time, nutty as I wanna be 

Wild and disorderly, pissin' on your toilet seat 

Nigga now you know it's me, I got a .44 wit me 

Bitches all over me, sayin' yes like Floetry 

Homie you wanna be a G? Go toe-to-toe wit me 

It ain't no hoe in me dawg, I shoot out where your colons be 

Wave the people-mover, crowd-controller 

Rob niggaz 'til my pockets look greener than Yoda 

And you know that I'm the shady type, the crazy type 

That's probably why promoters never pay me right 

We a bunch of hooligans, my hands is on the tool again 

I'm 'bout to bust a Huey and spray up a fuckin' school again 

You know it's been a while but we feelin' it now 

The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now 

Goddamn, you don't want no problems B 

Get your name in the obituary column sheet 

It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again 

Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again 

Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pass the Gin 

Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again 

Yeah, D 12 

Devil's Night, part two 

The drama continues 

KaySlay