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d12 - keep talkin (bonus track) lyrics

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yeah, detroit, motherf-cka
dj green lantern
d12, we ain’t goin’ nowhere
we still smokin’ crack n-gg-, let ’em know

b-tch, keep talkin’, keep on poppin’ off
flip them jaws because we ain’t stoppin’
we ain’t got to prove sh-t to y’all
so all y’all can lick the b-lls and keep walkin’

keep on poppin’ that sh-t you poppin’
’cause we ain’t stoppin’ ’cause you ain’t stoppin’ us
we ain’t got to prove sh-t to y’all
so all y’all can lick the b-lls and keep walkin’

yo, the derelict’s back, i’m blazin’ n-gg-z
while they up in the sheraton, ‘laxed, i even sold my therapist crack
you n-gg-z is b-tches, straight up, i’m bearin’ the facts
i love p-ssy with all my heart but i married to gats

and n-gg-, i’m top pedigree, so don’t play with me
i’ll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat
kids and all get hit, peers and all
the mossberg’ll take your back, liver, ribs and all

kuniva’s a street talker, heat sparker to beef starter
packin’ guns when i’m sleepwalkin’, talk, b-tch keep talkin’
throwin’ firebombs down your chimney
while you’re eating at wendy’s, i’m in your bushes c-ckin’ a semi

knife with the hands, never bow down to another man
i was poppin’ guns while you was still poppin’ some rubber bands
smother your clan, sever your hand and your legs
and mail your brother your heart and send your mother your head

i’m the only one, you b-tch, that touch ya, type of brother
that’ll f-ck your mother wit a fishnet rubber
a belligerent and rowdy motherf-cka
that’ll dump your body and still fly away to maui on atella

when it comes to beefin’, it ain’t no explainin’
i change your language with a stainless
i’m contained wit an anguish to leave you famous
i’m a deranged pit, i lift an ak to paint your face with

n-gg-z don’t say sh-t, f-ck your hype man
if there’s a bystander standin’ by, i’m firin’ at cha
’cause i can, you get squashed like pop cans
i’ll be shooting 7up in your mouth, man

i’m about to sell your mama bud and lace it
so when she fire it up she coughin’ blood, i love to see ’em wasted
i’m made to behave in this case
you try to be brave in a rage, your legs will be replaced

b-tch, keep talkin’, keep on poppin’ off
flip them jaws because we ain’t stoppin’
we ain’t got to prove sh-t to y’all
so all y’all can lick the b-lls and keep walkin’

keep on poppin’ that sh-t you poppin’
’cause we ain’t stoppin’ ’cause you ain’t stoppin’ us
we ain’t got to prove sh-t to y’all
so all y’all can lick the b-lls and keep walkin’

bizzy, come on, i ain’t here to talk about benzino or ja rule
i’m here to talk about lil’ ray ray and what i’ma do
sorry, i ain’t gonna mention it, he’d probably sue
next week, this sh-t’ll be out on dj clue

the first time i had s-x, a dirty mattress
no condom, my grandmother, bent over backwards
bizarre been f-ckin’ raw all summer
let’s make a trade, my wife for your brother

psych, i’m not bis-xual
i’m an intellectual, transs-xual with one t-st-cl-
and i ain’t sayin’ sh-t ’cause it rhyme
i got colon cancer, i’m dyin’

yeah, yeah, rest in peace jam master jay
2 pac and notorious big, c’mon
i’m widely the best, god in the flesh
blow your heart out of your chest
and your chest out of your vest

leave your body a mess, streets bl–dy as h-ll
study my 12, i cut him he fell
a druggie on bail, nutty as well
with search light bud he revealed, dead or in jail
they’re headed for h-ll

together with bells and blonde guy, get your lungs hard
leave you full of holes like sponge bob
we can take this from your front door to your ceo office
got the key to your coffin, so b-tch keep talkin’
leavin’ your office, we takin’ over or get china white
mixed with baking soda, ya hear me, get crack

f-ckin’ crack heads!
and this is just mix tape sh-t, you f-ckin’ morons
this ain’t brains over brawn
this is bullies over f-ckin’ p-ss-es, come on

b-tch, keep talkin’, keep on poppin’ off
flip them jaws because we ain’t stoppin’
we ain’t got to prove sh-t to y’all
so all y’all can lick the b-lls and keep walkin’

keep on poppin’ that sh-t you poppin’
’cause we ain’t stoppin’ ’cause you ain’t stoppin’ us
we ain’t got to prove sh-t to y’all
so all y’all can lick the b-lls and keep walkin’

- d12 lyrics

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