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d12 - smackdown (back down royce) lyrics

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[intro: kon artis]
haha, yea, mr. porter (d-twizee)
that’s right m-th-f-ckas we back, say it (d-twizee)
you know we came to f-ck the game up right? come on (d-twizee)
say it again, who? (d-twizee)

[verse 1: kon artis]
i’m sick of n-ggas all loud, with they half -ss talk
like we some hoes or something, like our heat don’t spark
we ain’t royce muf-cka, we don’t speak in vain
we don’t act like we street, we do not say names
we don’t ask em to book us in the door to get a deal
and then turn our back on him when he need his boys for real
you done got dropped by everybody i know
goon sqwad, awol, and a couple of hoes so
that’s neither here nor there dawg
his first video was shot up in ny y’all
is this n-gga the king of detroit
or the king of gettin’ his -ss whipped and left by his boys?
(i heard his crew was hot) is you serious dawg?
d-elite? i ain’t even gonna speak on y’all
y’all ain’t worth it, half of your boys wear turbans
and cha cha’s a toss up n-gga, keep on burping
i wanna see that lil’ n-gga tre one up
i fight him with one arm, tell peter put the gun up
i don’t need it, i’m swift on my feet
with women orthopedics, tell kino to stop pagin’ me
when i’m in meetings, you like ja rule
takin’ ecstasy and speakin’ out the side of your neck n-gga
you need to retract statements he made you reject
jiggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa hahahaha

[hook: bizarre]
you act like you from the d but you from op
you ain’t hard you need to put that -ss and
crack down
i know you wish you was jay-z, 50
d-twizee, b-tch but you ain’t so
back down

[kon artis]
yo eminem has got him a deal
how can he write now?
i ain’t seen d12 mess around
that’s ryan montgomery, thinkin’ out loud
with rhinestones in his doo rag, you tough dawg (wow)

[verse 2: bizarre & swifty mcvay]
so what? your father taught you how to box (get him)
you didn’t say that sh-t when goon sqwad hit the spot
(n-gga left yo’ -ss n-gga)
d-elite y’all n-ggas ain’t tough guys
ex gov i beat yo’ -ss with some bean pies (you know it, i know it)
so what if journalist is your cousin?
who gives a f-ck? b-tch my employment dirty dozen (what?)
or runyan ave will put 2 in your face (bow!)
quick to catch a case, don’t make me have to run up in sutton place
is it our fault you a fake ll?
d12 (d12!) the reason your lil’ record won’t sell (7 thousand copies n-gga)
marshall made your hook, gave you a million in cash
godd-mn! don’t you want me get wall street tatted on his -ss?
king of detroit, aww so sweet
that city heat with your -ss beat in the middle of the street (f-ck that)

hahaha….and they threw your chain back at you n-gga! (take that sh-t back n-gga)
remember all your battles? hahaha, i know you don’t, but your brother do!
d-twizee!

[ad-libs: swifty mcvay]
i ain’t even gotta say sh-t on this track n-gga
you ain’t the king of detroit, you a ho’ -ss n-gga
you from oak park n-gga, f-ck you, f-ck the d-elite
f-ck little -ss tre!
bo little, n-gga, all y’all m-th-f-ckas
youknowhatimsayin? y’all can’t fade us
and you mad ’cause we made you
you ain’t make us, we d12 n-gga
until we die! n-gga, you ain’t from detroit
so you a m-th-f-ckin’ lie! what?
d-twizee!

[hook: bizarre]
you act like you from the d but you from op
you ain’t hard you need to put that -ss and
crack down
i know you wish you was jay-z, 50
d-twizee, b-tch but you ain’t so
back down

[bizarre]
haha…don’t f-ck with us n-gga…haha



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