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d12 – high lyrics

{-“yo yo, yo yo yo yo yo-yo” repeated in background throughout
the whole song-}

[swifty mcvay]
yo.. uhh, where your mom at? uhh, uhh

watch these motherf-ckers macks like guilian, a hooligan
n-gg-z see my face and be like “oh my god, it’s you again?!”
it don’t matter what crew you in
i let loose and sent slugs, all in your face like hallucigens
(ahh!) you had no clue to what the f-ck we do to men (uhh)
smash ’em heads with aluminum (yeah), bats if i ain’t shootin ’em
(take that!) i collect the loot you spend, to whom it may (b-tch)
concern, you learn not to f-ck wit swifty mcvay
you’ll burn n-gg-, i get into ya
like drew barrymore wit clamedia, i’m gettin rid of ya
now all the witnesses be (uhh, yeah, uhh) pointin fingers i’m serial
when i bomb first, it’s gon’ be worse than bicentennial
(haha) all ya appear when expected like cold soars
when in world wars, puttin slugs through wh-r-‘s doors
the chance is all yours, so motherf-cker take it (uh-huh)
treat ya life like it’s sacred or get robbed b-tt-naked (uhh)

[bizarre]
guess who’s back, it’s mister f-ck-all-y’all (what!?)
ya n-gg-z get my b-lls, quick to break all ya laws
(yeah) i’m smokin hashin green wit the mayors
smack the mic out ya hand, quicker than lawerence taylor
(haha) i shoot up ya whole block for no apparent reason
n-gg-z ain’t comin back like barry shunder’s next season
(ya down!) bizarre from the outsidaz, smoke like easy riders
(haha) hindu n-gg-z off like a plate of appetizers
your girl talk trash (shut up!) n-gg- i’ma buck her
(that b-tch got aids) what that gotta do wit me f-ckin her?
disrespect my squad, watch me start swarmin (uh-huh)
you hear so much stuff you just think kurt franklin was performin
bizarre half dead, full of dough and bread (what?)
make opponents fit with your local crackhead (uhh)
i’m doing a promo, live at the (?) (yeah)
with some h-m-s drippin wit the electrifyin mojo

[chorus]
cause the only motherf-ckers that’ll die tonight
smoke weed and cocaine just to get you high
motherf-ckers come prepared cause they startin to fight
stab you dead in your back wit a rusty kniiife!
cause the only motherf-ckers that’ll die tonight
smoke weed and cocaine just to get you high
motherf-ckers come prepared cause they startin to fight
stab you dead in your back wit a rusty kniiife!

[kuniva]
aiyyo, talkin sh-t will only get you f-gs high (uh-huh)
you gon’ get your dad shot, take his portable labtop (gimmie that)
(hey!) you probably heard that you now we stealin halfs
and food stamps, dining room sets and gold lamps (uh-huh)
i’m drunk as h-ll cussin out old tramps (shut up!)
like the boy scouts did up camp and hit more licks than stamps
i’m quick to crash, let the shottie blast
grab the dolly and drag the bodies of n-gg-z that lolly gagged
finish; you might as well climb in this body bag
so the e.m.s. won’t waste time puttin your -ss in it
(hey) i’m out cold like b-ms and frost bite in blizzards
dirty dozen be payin rappers, run freely, visit {-punch-}
a big portion p-ssed a normal artist with a deal (uh-huh)
i’m heartless, comin outta battles scarless wit the skill
for real, i feel i was born to lyrically kill at will
wit the power to sell wheel i’m killed (i’m serious!)
d-mn my man is ill, so don’t you get caught
kuniva, obliterate rappers with just a meare cough
i’m fierce, hungry on the prawl so you’re aloud to run
before i drop the mic and jump in the crowd with a gun
{-punch-} shootin blind, hittin turntables and speakers
djs and bouncers be catchin bullets through they beepers

[verse four]
yo, yo, uh-huh
i embrace violence (uh-huh), loud mouth to hate silence
(yeah) a grace tirent to encourage kids to go rob (?)
(smoke weed) a bus driver that’s near-sighted
i could see -ss but not people
i’m supposed pick up from stops cause i ride p-ssed it
(hey stop!) who the h-ll you know jump in a lake of piranas
go to church just to slain ganja and driven off drama
f-ck ya mama, i’d kill her for stackin sh-t that high
your nose got shot cause i missed your eye
a wise guy who get high off his own supply
zombie fire ya own family and make you verify
the corpses, had his hors-m-n and’ll leave your stage torchin
screamin “beat” as soon as i show, ya n-gg-z fault then
(let’s leave!) beats bang, got ears bleedin throughout this
that’s why people ignore you, like you ain’t even talkin
you chit-chatted and got splatted by disease
be attict and spits spontaneous like greg maddux
i cut ’em off crooked in ganja green
ya mans is high, get ignorant, or beats, by loosin his spleen
your troop’ll be seen as soon my team get on
we ruinin citys like “godzilla” through hong kong
you ding-dong dummys ain’t dumb enough to try and dodge bullets
as soon as i pull it, i douse ’til you’re full of it
i love beef, i’m mackin lit wit the heat
my technique is well spoken even when i don’t speak
i sent a n-gg- twistin wit heat
so many times that when he knownful he facin the back of his feet

[verse five]
i’ma fall to those sworn, i split your capricorn
and forewarn your first born and forms a snow storm
i flip caps, like kittins on gym mats and get under your skin fast
battle me, i’m slim (?), i crack brains like egg sh-lls
and scramble your brain cells and shatter your veins well
the fatter the pains well (hahaha)
who wanna jump, plainly rob with this pistol? (what?)
step back, drew heat without heal like i was sisqo
(ahh!) sicko, individual, from the get go (uh-huh)
stab you wit the pencil just to watch the blood trickle
tickle you to death then i rhyme like don ripples (hahahaha)
crack you in the back with an ax, i hide sickles (ahhh!)
i got three dimes in my hands and three nickels (uh-huh)
leavin a bad taste ya mouth like sweet pickels (haha!)
i’ll ask to borrow ya car then drive through a police station
jump out then start shootin like a bunch of crazed haitians
plus i’m too skinny cause my att-tude is sh-tty
plus my record label shifty, it’s enough to make me pretty
(what?) i’ll make you mother hate me, you could place ya car bets
(what?) call me a vigilante like my man benard (?)

[chorus]

[verse six]
the only things missin is for me to shatter these b-st-rds
cause i breathe toxic fumes and spit battery acid
and had to be a drastic
situation for you to step through the ghetto snort size gun powder
and pounce fortys and jet fumes, necess fuel!
we make the sh-t shake, to break the break
to tearin rappers out the brain, like ex-b-tches picture
(ha) so look when i’m tore up off liquor
i’ll steal ya mics and beat your dj down with his own muh’f-ckin mix uhh
(b-tch, stay down!) the name is don i spit on rappers and they wifeys
bang yo’ b-tch when you ain’t home and walk out wit yo’ nikes
(your lyin) yeah i might be (what?)
just ask her where she got them bruises on her -ss
cause all ’em knucks stay on the night (shut up b-tch)
the mighty whitey, i drive you rappers f-ckin crazy
you wonderin “how the h-ll my lady had this white baby!”
(what?!) in the richest city, the crew and ’em suit me name
leavin you (?) like j.f.k. and juniors playin

[verse seven]
i’m nasty, i hack a loogy in your face {-hach-}
then dig in my -ss crack before i fix your dinner plate
(eat this) for evil sakes, i kill man for penny weight
what plenty hate, i took out my many dates (b-tch)
i’m the addition that make you fled p-ssin
if you stay there they’ll find your body with your head missin
(ahh!) you’re dread dissin, so it wouldn’t be wise too
you know you biggers f-ck but they make coughers in your size too
tresp-ss, and you will get your chest mad
the lord’s prayer, it would keep you outta (?) well
(our father, amen!) i love drama, i make fems like madonna
(like a virgin!) i’m f-ckin ya moms, granny, and great grandmama

[chorus]

yo, hahaha, what? hahaha, yo yo yo, da ruckus in the house
i thought ya kneeew! hahaha, haha, bizarre – ill or not
detriot city y’aall! yeah, swifty mcvay, don’t stop boy
the game, hahahaha-ha, d-12, where your mama at?
da ruckus, peein, i’m peein on you, i’m peein on you!
what the f.. i’m peein on you! yo we out, hurry up

[chorus 2x]

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