d 12 - slow your roll lyrics
[ intro ] [ eminem ]
guess who, new sh-t!
d12 world, d-twizzy!
[ chorus ] [ eminem ]
you don’t got a reason to want no beef
you ain’t got no ends to justify the means
you don’t got a cause, you better put it on pause
you don’t got the b-lls to fit in them draws
so whatever it is you thinking that’s got you g-ssed
you better start rethinking and thinking it fast
ain’t n-body told you, homie, ya wanna ask
you better put them brakes and let off the gas
and slow your roll
[ verse 1 ] [ swifty ]
??? a menace to many, i’m not friendly you get shot in da kennedy fast
you popped willingly you walkin around with pac’s ident-ty
i’m a mockery you bout to watch what its fin to be
i’m not mentally focused but lyrically we got it locked
and its not about droppin alb-ms, i’ll sock a n-gg- on da spot
you cant help it but to imagine this walkin m-ssacre
a madman strapped with a magnum blow that spasm out ya back
and just stand there and sn-tch your medallion
see i cant fear any n-gg- that can not happen
the immaculate mack handler
that got this wrappin by the back of his neck
a scavenger i’m a threat then you fear me like a hand full of syringes
i’m ill enough to scream at your front do’, blow it off the hinges
i’m marksmatic to press marksman outta walkin
cause soon your body can catch me shootin up your carcus
so dont provoke sh-t, i wish the whole mankind was a neck so i can choke it,
furocious and you aint gonna be knowin where ya folks is
f-ck the milk cartons and posters its over, they ghosts
[ verse 2 ] [ proof ]
n-gg-z is b-tch instead of diggin a ditch
i’ma see how fill this river can get even b-tches get hit
i’ma walk a dog on all fours embark ’em with long claws
just fight for the wrong cause your boss with thong drawers
you aint in my racket b-tch followin f-ggots wit w-nksta tats on their -ss
eminem: magic stick if i get hit once you get hit twice ( backwards )
these thugs need to do what he love and just play the back
before i’ll put a sword on ya head like a raider cap
you bust i’m sprayin back, leave your hood layin flat
now what you gonna say to that?
[ chorus ] [ eminem]
[ verse 3 ] [ bizarre ]
pull up ??? truck, throw up, blow up, beat a handicap b-tch up
f-ck b-tter i kill the dj
i dont need you b-tch i got a instant replay
lay down b-tch get b-tt naked
and f-ck the v–gr- i’m tryna nut in two seconds
all around the world, f-ck wit different cliques
you aint got no weed get the f-ck out my room b-tch
[ verse 4 ] [ kuniva ]
i’m calm but i steal on n-gg-z like i was clepto
put that chrome sh-t to ya head like you was destro
why stop n-gg-z, why not pop n-gg-z, we cop figures
keep them toast like i hop n-gg-, we breathe dirt so be alert
or get them guns on ya chest like a welcome to the hood t-shirt
let’s go back before throw backs, before i dro sacks
i used to blow gats, bullets’ll find you like a low jack
i’m hopeless, a ferocious dosage of dope sh-t
a culprit of culture a chaotic comotion
kuniva will blow sh-t off the map i post it
knock you off your penny load so f-ck that cold sh-t
[ chorus ] [ eminem ]
[ verse 5 ] [ kon artis ]
i point my fingers to the ground, throw my waist to left of me
to knuckle should ship like a em upside down and you best be
on your p’s and q’s people we sees to use
no one see’s your views, so now you see’s exclusives
and put it in your little magazine, but you should
know that was the most desperate thing that you could
pull out of your crotch you f-ggots all owe us much
start doing herion lines for as much as you gossip
like b-tches with oscars, ya’ll actresses
45’s make bodies flip like flabby t-ts
bullets coming at your doom like a buck up 6th
now what the f-ck you gonna do to get up out of this sh-t?
your record was released 17 years ago you dumb b-tch
do the math, you’ll never have a shady / aftermath ring
and that kind of staff to back that -ss up so back that -ss up
before we clap that -ss up …
[ chorus ] [ eminem ]
[ outro ] [ kon artis ]
n-gg- you better ask somebody
these n-gg-z think they can just put sh-t out on their own, f-ck ’em ..
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