New D12 track... The beat is from Rick Ross's "Boss." It is going to be on the new D12 Mixtape "Return of the Dozen" which is to be released on May 20, 2008. To answer some questions people may be having: Proof WILL be on the mixtape. Eminem WILL be on the mixtape. Those 2 will obviously be on less tracks than the other 4, but they will be on there. The following lyrics were written quickly by ME. Please message me with corrections since I know there must be a couple since I wrote them quickly. [Chorus] I got a fresh line-up, an a fresh outfit About to put the parkin' lot on smash I got a chevy wit a loaded 4-4 in da trunk An SK with 3 extra mags I'm da biggest G dat ya seen thus far I'm da I'm da biggest G dat you've seen thus far I'm da biggest G that you've seen thus far Cuz it's just anotha day in da life of god damn G [Verse 1: Bizarre] I'm from 7 mile, home of the heaven Semi to caprease, got the sounds beatin Fades, braids, carty air frames 50 deep, look at my game Ridin down Jefferson, drinkin gin and Remy Fucking bitches raw, I don't believe in jimmy's I'm from the murder capital, Detroit Michigan Are you listenin, Detroit Michigan [Chorus] [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] You got a rebuddle and Im'a handle that Might not be a fan to rap So why the fuck y'all staring at me like I'm handicap You can cath me scrappin in a 3 piece suit They get unconsious, I'm in their pocket, grabbin their loot I'm an accurate shooter without the range For anybody hanging around this bitch, like noodles or catch this thang And still, impossible to think that your real When double barrels are tickling your tonsils, I'm here I did it, it's me, not easily approached And tease on how you wanna beef with us and don't I learnt they don't wanna walk All they do is talk, but when they mention my name, they vomit on the spot When we show up, it's like a commit hit the block And they starin at us trying to reach slowly for the pot But all I got is this penis and fat sack Thats ill enough to turn into a Venus Fly Trap Mother fucka [Verse 3: Kuniva] Nigga this is real shit poppin All the grinnin ceased when the heat gets the cockin It's nothin to shut down your block Or pull up and ask you for a fair one and let the hood watch Like parents punish kids at the game on lock But it's still plugged in so the game don't stop Flew to Vegas, pulled out a notch And bitches got to linin up like they wanted flava flavs clock You got beef, better save it for some hoes You a bum, if you gettin money save it for some clothes When I say what up doe with that 4-4 Niggas freeze after they see it ain't tone tone Detroit bread, I'm a hip hop head With a street mentality and Runyon Ave cred So enough said, I'm about that bread I cocks to J-Holliday and puts them to bed [Chorus]
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Duration: 3m 2s
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