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d12 - i made it lyrics

[intro: trick trick]
(this sh-t ain’t funny)
yeah, ok!
y’all didn’t know what it is, n-gga?
the game has officially changed
that’s right
i don’t know what you thought you wanted, but you really don’t want it, n-gga
goon sqwad, d12
mcvay, crack they heads n-gga!

[verse 1: swifty mcvay]
this is the tales of the dark side
i park right in front of your spot
put a hole in your car right
i never been playing like they told
that i lean over that p-ssenger side
it ain’t rovin’ while it’s golden, i give you hoes a makeover
pole pose a sh-t and his arms a break your both of them
and i’m a dash faster than locomotive
i can tresp-ssing a ram shaking
murder your families and it ain’t no closure
i cast sn-tcher, i stop all type of transactions
when i get back on the block these n-ggers mashing
i got the world in my palm and i’m a smash it
sprinkle the ashes in the atmosphere
i’m just an animal, p-ss it enough to grab the back of your neck
and stuff your face in a half of cake
force you to take a breath, i could care less about who you be
or what you do for the community
we taking it over i’m on a shootin’ spree

[hook]
time and time again i get it, speak your hustling i get it
i get it, what? i get it, what? i get it, yes i get it
whenever i drop the line they faded
single top of the world i made it
i made it, what? i made it, what?
taking over this b-tch and y’all hate it

[verse 2: trick trick]
it’s the return of the aggravated -ssault-slash-robbery
possession with intent to deliver federal property
another -ssault with intent to great bodily
and i ain’t pleading guilty to sh-t, and won’t cop a plea
3 strikes in and motherf-ck the 4th
continue to take the 5th and i ain’t going to court
then life an outlaw on the run, with g-sh-t to do
i ever get caught i’m a fourth degree habitual
just for me splittin’ and everyday ritual, 74 st-tches
just from me trippin’ you, your blood bleeds your -ss, i’m a a show what trick trick’ll do
n-gga you don’t want it with me and i ain’t sh-tting with you
up top d cap one and black tees no holster, 30 round clip the black squeeze
verses smell proof, looking like black cheese
i’m backing these rap n-ggers up with a rap sheet

[verse 3: bizarre]
pacquiao punches, mayweather swag
mike tyson att-tude, ali jabs (uhh..)
back at the lab, cookin’ up sh-t
f-ck your yellow pages, you ain’t looking up sh-t
convict lunatic, no gang banger
throw the towel in like apollo creed’s trainer (stop the fight!)
suck everybody’s d-ck you ain’t got no choice
i ain’t t-pain but i do something to your voice
ak47 i shoot up your crib, get your -ss in the house like michael jackson’s kid
trick trick and d12, cl!ck cl!ck and see sh-lls
5 o’clock news catch the details
and f-ck weed, n-gga i’m on angel dust
i got some talk that makes rosa parks get off the bus (get off the bus!)
and god forbid if i ever get shot
give me 6 vicodin and michael jackson’s doc
bizarre, b-tch!

[verse 4: kuniva]
it’s best to shut your mouth up
bullets flying through your window
hit your pit-bull, split your sister and your spouse up
gotta keep the hustle going, a shady f-ckin’ omen
hollows rip your shirt like hulk hogan with his muscles showin’
we on the paper route, if he ain’t talking right, take him out
i don’t need cameras when i fade em out
get your patron mob, trick trick boom squad
d-12 loonie chop, shooting from the roof top
gotta keep the green up, you can tell i’m seeing stuff
making mess with you the corner player cleaned up
do it for the gusto, what up doh
you a b-tch you n-gga, you can take it how you want like a sl-t ho
if it ain’t about that bread then i ain’t listening
if she ain’t talking about head then ain’t kicking it
way worst than est about my dividends
to finish you off in the hospital while i’m visiting

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