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6 Reasons


(feat. Bugz)




[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


Him an his


It's over with


Venom is this


cobra spit


Agressive 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


Cuz the last six months


I been doing R&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


Cuz 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 XXX 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) cuz 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 (Texts of songs )


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 crowns 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



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