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d 12 - bring it to you lyrics

(chorus play’s in background while bugz talks)
“yeahh, robert beck
robert b. beck, the b stands for bugz
you know me, dirty-dozen”
(talking, to low to hear)

(bugz)
yeah, my name is bugz
bud is my favourite drug
i like to get p-ssy, drinking whiskey from the jug
and if i stumble, into you we gon’ rumble
and if you swing first, i’ll block your shot like ???
“but bugzy, got a gun tho, ain’t you about to run”
no, if i was’nt packin’, what the f-ck would i come fo
one of my percausions??, he’s wipin’ on my slugs
holdin’ my clips ????
f-ck scr-ppin’, i got a pistol and an issue
kidnap your b-tch with demands written on tissue
that n-gg-z p-ssy, and that’s the reason why i diss you
your stage show is wack, and i’m glad that i missed you
your ???? my n-gg-z don be bustin’, and there is nothin’
that can f-ck wit’ dirty-dozen, i spit filth cousin
f-ck comin’ clean, my rhymes are dirtier than ridin’ with a triple beam

(chorus)
bring it right to you
bring it right to you
(bugzy) bring it right to you
bring it right to you
boy i’ll bring it right to you
bring it right to you
yo i’ll bring that right to you
(yeah) bring it right to you

(bugz)
sittin’ on a p-ssy mattress
with two b-tches bendin’ backwards
watch you lick each others -sses
while feed d’em b-tches acid
halucnigents, got the stupid tricks
on stupid sh-t, but still to proven this
i f-ck the hoes and have quadropulets
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bugz, me on some coolie sh-t, c-ck and let the doolie spit
high and flyin’, b-tches cryin’, n-gg-z dyin’
you try to battle bugz, you gon’ be losin’ like the lions (lions)
proof and all defiance, my dirt d alliance
set up shop, on you ??? block, n serve ya cliants
brace shots, with my in shot??
even around the way cops, even though we talk ‘pac through his ???
motherf-cker, with a mouth like chris parker, tellin’ b-tch n-gg-
take your fat -ss to the usher, won’t hesitate to bust ya in your mouth
when you a busta, gon’ kill that motherf-cker that took out my little brotha

(chorus)

(bugz)
bugzy make it hot, like a h-rney hoes crotch
or the dude who shot the cops, up in the known dope spot
run up in your crib, put my gun up to your rib
ask your woman where the treasure but she stuck to run her lips
my hood is full of fiends, crack pipes and broken dreams
little children watching mommy smoke up everything
n-gg-z got the nerve to ask why i rhyme like this (why do you rhyme?)
’cause every coin got a flipside to it
i run with drug dealers, that’s ready to plug n-gg-z
the ones who just grin when you call ’em a “thug n-gg-”
i love n-gg-z, it’s all in me
my middle fingers at the camera, for the world to see
detroit city, u.s.a. 6 mile motherf-ckers
the ones who bring the ruckus, it’s you n-gg-s who walk in crutches
the words together, so i can keep my ??? together
you got your beef with bugz, then you can dance with the dev-ler

(chorus)

“yeah, don’t mess around and get dumped on homeboy
want style, 6 mile bring it to you, you wanna hit?
i’ll bust it to you??, yeah dirty-dozen, outsidaz
good life boy, learn about it”

- d 12 lyrics

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