Loyalty Lyrics - D12 World - D-12

Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Motherfuckers think they know us) 

G-g-g-g Guess who's back? D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie! 

Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, slash Aftermath! 

Fifty cent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo! 

Motherfucker!, Benzino!, They don't know we finna' blow! 

Someone better tell them so 

You don't me, McVay and I doubt if you understand me 

Why would I give a fuck about you if we ain't family? 

I roll with a chosen few, and those of you that's behind me 

Witness the most potest' ferocious niggas that rhyme 

These bitches turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did shit 

When you rappin' never mix business up with your friendship 

If you lackin' up in this jungle, then what you breathe for? 

Niggas don't love you, you got habits of breaking street codes 

Far as static, I automaticly get medieval 

When I'm after people, then I'll explode you bitches with see-4 

These hoe's, have no insurance, bodies get repo' 

Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat close 

Keepin' .44's where you're hoes are swallowing deep throat 

If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep, close 

Niggas pupils that's what I do, I'm foolish will shoot you 

'Cause I'm coo-coo, But I don't think niggas can take in heat tho' 

See I'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do 

And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you 

If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do 

And be loyal to crew and crew was loyal to you 

I don't give a fuck, I'm quick to blaze chronic 

Smoke on so much green, use twelves and supersonic 

Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to nuns and wife's 

Now who the fuck want to fight? 

Ain't nobody fucking with me, Ain't nobody fucking with the D' 

They get beat like a M-P 

You heard about Bizarre taking all them drugs 

You heard about Proof wilding in the clubs 

You heard about that nine that Eminem packs 

You diss us, you get you're fucking face cracked 

I'm from 7 Mile and stout, I'll shoot up you're house 

Next day, I'll pee in you're mouth. 

Aiyyo, loyalty's first, all the bullshit second 

I showed you on the record, Cheers to who respect it 

Most of these niggas neglect it 

Even though it's a known method 

From the hectic hood that you slept in 

You want to' be an exeption 

That's when the weapon is leaving you're half stepping 

With that 'caine in you're left hand 

Obie from a section that'll stain up you're flesh and 

Have you on bare breast 

Questionin' you're affection for streets 

D-Twizzie no question 

One of the best groups that done it 

And Obie is their reflection 

Lil' homey that know sowly that loyalty is reckin' 

D-Twizzie fo' life, Obie Trice is second 

Which one of you niggas want to be abolition bump heads 

When I got a passion for clappin', with one hand 

Talent's on my roster this mobster's in dump land 

Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds 

Never leave the crib without packing my black burner 

On some T. Ali rapper to merk a have murder 

Incorporated, Hitman Harry is at you're service 

Reach for me one more gain' and that's closed 

For life as D12, no ice and spreewells 

Every night that I chill in, I fight by free-will 

Knowing I can be killed 

Leaving my group, pieces of proof with a reason to shoot 

And a license to ill 

We lost Bugz and I'll be damned if we loose another man from our clan 

Without forcing our hand 

Escorting you're family, I'll torture you're granny 

For my niggas, I'm on you're motherfucking porch with a 'Cammy 

Yo its funny how niggas get caught along (and get bombed on) 

Knocking teeth in back of you're throat (and break you're jaw bone) 

(I'm on ignorant shit) these niggas is bitch 

Pass me a cigarette quick (shit is finna' get thick) 

Yo' man I'll get split (by a brutal and critical hit) 

With identical dent (or bullets with identical prints) 

I'm wishing you if (you come you're Lutenints a snitch) 

You teminant fick (and we know you ain't finna' do shit) 

I'll stick with my clique (The Kon Artis Bomb Artist) 

Kuniva The Rider (Shooting through you're fucking Long John garments) 

Dirty Dozen (We deep in the street) 

Unbelivable heat, we'll even lay you out in front of the chief of police 

Muthafucka' 

Yeah! D-Twizzie 

D12, Dirty Dozen 

Nothing but family up in this motherfucker 

Loyal to everything that we do 

You ain't never gonna' catch none of us slippin' by our self 

'Cause we always together 

You know what I'm sayin', 

Why yall niggas don't know what family means 

Bugz watching over our ass 

That's why we still alive know 

Knocking why yall niggas outta the clubs and shit 

Haha! Runyan Av. Baby! 

Shady Records! 

Where yo' mamma at nigga?