[Proof – Intro]
Yeeaah! This is DJ Seven Deuce, live at
Club Runyan, where all girls with burgundy hair get in free.
G-Unit in da house! What up baby.
Performin’ live tonight live on stage. . .Captain Save-’em-hoe(?),
and the fabulous Case y’all. Stick ’em out y’all.
All my Detroit playas, let’s go!

[Kon Artis – Chorus]
I ain’t set the stroke and I ain’t for games,
I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain.
I got a woman at the crib so I ain’t your man.
I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned.
You know all I really wanna do is fuck. I ain’t
gon’ let a money hungry women set me up.
And if you think I’m that stupid you done pressed your luck.
I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned, I’ll be damned.

[Kon Artis]
You gave right. Yes I love monage-魴ois
and I got drawers as big as guys’s big “wah”.
I’m a trick daddy nigga, so bitch how you figure
that I wouldn’t turn my niggas on to you when I hit ya.
I probably could forget ya if I hadn’t been drunk,
but choke a dunkadunk, keep my mind on hump.
When my mind’s on hump to me my .9’s in the trunk,
and Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I hunt.
Not once, twice, but three times the lover
that your man is, and I’m a freak undercover.
I got plans for you, trick, I don’t need a baby mother.
I got five of them motherfuckers tryin’ to smother me already.
We can’t go steady, but you can give me head.
Give me that, get the hell out my bed, and leave the shit.
My chap lips will cut nipples when breast fed,
and on the way, leave the bread with Achman(?).
I’d love for you to stay but I got another date,
with a fat chick that eat cake on playskates.
She rubbed my funky ass feet and feed me grace
plus my man in the closet ran out of sözleritape.

[Chorus]

[Swift]
I’ma make this one thing clear,
ain’t no woman hear gon’ ruin my career.
All the hell you doin’ is pursuin’ a dream,
that’s when you find out that life ain’t truly what it seems.
All these hoes be lyin’, bullshittin’ each other.
And why the hell Kobe Bryant didn’t wear a rubber.
He might as well have went and told the hoe that he love her.
I’m sure as hell ain’t gonna go to court for my mother,
or my wife, and my sisters. So motherfuck a mistress.
They signin’ a contract before these bitches hit this.
Never will a woman take me out that way.
I keep a RCA camera in there motherfuckin’ face.

[Chorus]

[Bizarre]
What’s your name again? It doesn’t matter.
My name is Bizzy, a bodygaurd for Mr. Mathers.
Sit down girl. Let me get you a drink.
I’ma buy you a mink, and rape you in the sink.
From day one, I knew you was a hoe.
I put a rubber on my toe and fucked you some mo’.
Turn around, let me see your nasty ass.
Put on a Jason mask while I take off your maxi pads.

[Kuniva]
These hoes be on some bullshit. Always tryin’ to pull shit
outta they ass. Get mad and put you on blast.
Tell ’em bitches how she fucked you,
sucked you, put it on you, boned you.
Yappin’ off with they mouth sayin’ she loved you.
All on your dick, callin’ your phone, spazzin’ and shit.
Havin’ a fit until you feel like callin’ it quits.
Then she starts callin’ your chick,
wantin’ to fight. Everytime you show up at a gig,
she front row with her friends. Flippin’ you off.
Follow you to the bar, the bathroom,
the parkin’ lot, to the car, pissin’ you off.
Until you blackout, now you and the hoe is havin a scrapout.
You get locked up for assault and now you asked out.

[Chorus]

D12 – How Come

[Eminem:] So I changed huh? You got a phone, pick it up, call me

[Chorus: Eminem]
How come we dont even talk no more
And you dont even call no more
We dont barely keep in touch at all
And I dont even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grape vine we even beefin now
After all the years we been down
Aint no way no how, this bullshit can be true
We family and aint a damn thing changed, unless it’s you

[Verse 1: Eminem]
So young, so full of life in vibrant side by side wherever you
weres ridin i went
So close, almost on some bonnie and clyde shit
When ronnie died you weres right by my side with a sholder to
cry on
Tissue to wipe my eyes, and a bucket to catch every tear i cried
inside it
You even had the same type of childhood i did
Sometimes i just want to know why is it that you surcame to
yours
And mine i survived it, you ran the streets, i 9 to 5’d it
We grew up, grew apart, as time went by us, then i blew up
To both yours and mine surprises
Now i feel the vibe i just cant describe it
As much as your pride tries to hide it
Your cold, you touch its like ice
In your eyes is the look of resenment
I can sense it, and i dont like it

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Kon Artis]

It was my dream at first to be on spittin a verse
On my own album with a deal but shit got burst
So i came out i woulda killed a nigga first
Before i let him disrespect me and check me over some worste
Some bitch that i wasnt with i would hit her then quit
But you would pull a talk with her and tell her she was the
shit
I told you dont get involved in it, you was smokin the chron
with her
Comin out of the bar with her stumblin half drunk
Like yall was husband and wife or somethin
But me catchin you f**kin other niggers musta hurt you pride or
somethin
Cuz you wont f**k at the mouth with people like you wanted with
me
When all i tried to do was show your bitch was shifty
And ever since the fans and all the shit that i produced
You actin like i aint you man and lyin like she can’t be loose
But i am really you friend, i’m jus trying to tell you the
truth
But dont hate the game or the player
Cuz the one that is changing is you

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Proof]

You’re only at the top cuz my homie had to stop
Now we actin like i gotta live only for the block
Homies in the hood only she be on the tube
Only gossip on the porch get to speakin on who
Fools i used to rap with all expect magic
Like my finger get to snappin and *poof* it jus happen
But PROOF is jus actin out the party was stoned
Shady made it so my babys aint starvin at home
See the devil in you grin since the ghetto we been friends
Whenever real intelligence thats forever till the end
I be the hatred in your eyes and the satan in your lives
And wastin my times with these snakes in disguise
(how come) when you talk its with bitter is fight
And (how come) it’s my fault for what you did with your life
And everytime i go to hear you and play you look away
We barely embrace, you can’t even look me in my face.

[Chorus]

D12 – Git Up

[Eminem]
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 ,4, 3, 2, 1
Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club
11,12,13, pistols big as M 16’s
How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans
Nina, 2 nina’s, a peace and they dont even see us
Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon’ think its machine guns
Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels
Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles
Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
Who come back all bananas, banna clips loaded
Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers dont want us
To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of
motherfuckers from Runyan, steady poppin them onions,
Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
Fixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up
You know we finna loc’n when we mixin coke with coke and nut rum up
Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up
See you talk that hoe shit now when you down you dont get up
And can’t sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up
They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up
Heater no heater, automatic no matic
Mac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have it
You never know what im packin’ so you just dont want no static
And open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to
risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli
Really homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really
You’re just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy
Fuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!

[Eminem] [Nakarat]
Git Up Now!
Lets get it crackin, Git, Its on and poppin
Its D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin
We’re gonna get it crackalatin
What you waitin for the waiters orders
Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin
Git Up Now!
Notice you’re sittin, what the fuck is you deaf
You motherfuckers dont listen, I said,
We bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin’
Quit, procrastinatin’
What the fuck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin

[Swift]
I keep a shit load of bullets a pitpull to pull it out (?)
and automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth be closed permanently
you get burned until i quickly you can not hit me *****z to terrified to come get me,
tempt me if you think Swifty won’t send a slug, people run,
when the reaper comes, the repercussions’ gon’ leak your blood,
Inglewood, steepin’ without a weapon, you leave, you gone,
I’m still runnin’ with stolen toasters while on parole,
snatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe,
when I unload, I’m known to never leave witnesses to roam,
when I’m blowed, I’ll write the wicked in scroll,
at the toll, when I’m sober I’m prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, *****.

[Kuniva]
Now it’s proven it’s about to be a misunderstanding
in furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing
cause *****s don’t know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
it’s sickening, you can’t even walk in my jurisdiction rippin’ it,
grippin’ the pump and who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic
pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats
and maybe thats the reason that you gon’ get it the worst a
and since you jumpin’ in front of everybody you gon’ get it first
I dispurse the crowd with something vigor and versatile
so go on and record you verses now while you got a mouth,
and it’s not a joke, it’s some kind of riddle,
Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle,
and a glock that ? stop you from waking,
bullets’ll hit your liver, I’ll even shoot native americans,
a ? *****, we back in you life and back in your wife,
hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin’ tonight.

[Nakarat]

D12 – Devils Night

Albüm Adı : Devil’s Night

[Eminem]
I make music to make you sick of fake music
Hate music
Like devil worshipping Satan music
So say your prayers, your Hail Mary’s, and Jesuses
Take two sticks and tape ’em together to make a crucifix
Try to stop it but you can’t do it
A whole generation of kids blowing out their fucking brains to this
Kurt Cobain music
Students converted to ‘caine users
As soon as they heard it
Went out and murdered and main to it
What’s your name…

[Swift]
Judas
Got my nine with six sharp shooters
Now let’s do this
I got niggas that’s used to static
You don’t understand how I’m all up in you niggas TV’s like Carolan
I’m a poltergeist
Lyrically I’m supposed to strike
Trying to snatch this mic
You get cracked with moisonite(??)
(Swifty get your own woman)
I want his wife!
I’m the type to go to gambling parties with trick dice
I rob casinoes
Slugs eat those
You think it was the Devil feeding your jalapeños?
Now you out of the scene hoe
Shot at your clean clothes
A four-four
Prone to make you niggas breathe wrong

[Eminem] [Nakarat]
It’s Devil’s Night
It’s Devil’s Night
It’s Devil’s Night
Cuz I came back to rule this time
It’s Devil’s Night
Cuz I came back to take what’s mine
It’s Devil’s Night
It’s Devil’s Night
It’s Devil’s Night
Cuz I came back to rule this time
It’s Devil’s Night
Cuz I came back to take what’s mine
It’s Devil’s Night

[Kon Artis]
I’m on the john
Trying to shit and get no response
Constipated bitch tell these pigs to back off
The mind of a rapist
Denaun never changes
Beat up strangers without a reason
I’m an anus
Walk the street
Then beat a jack with a glove to match it
Drop the hatchet I put my head on opposite and step backwards
Walking zombie that’s ornery
Pulling on robberies on politicians without a sense of comradery

[Kuniva]
I can concoct the nine flat
Plus I run with the best
Hop on the motorcycle busting wheelies over ya chest
Bystanders standing by thinking nowhere to mess
Blast you every hicky that them bitches put on your neck
What the fuck do you expect when the slugs get dealt?
And make you feel every ounce of pain that Bugz had felt
A deranged teen
Smoking ganja and greens
This carbean’ll make your fucking head shake like tambourines
I pledge alleigance to the streets of the D
And if you think you out cold catch a piece of this heat
And when it blast it’ll take off every piece of your *niece*
From her berets to her cheeks to her cute little feet

[Nakarat]

[Bizarre]
STOP TAKING DRUGS
I’m trying
My little boy’s dying
He’s losing too much iron
And if I die it won’t be because I got shot
It’d be because I tied my arm in a sock and smoked rock
Taking drugs is cool
That’s why I buy ’em
Shoot ’em in my ass
Let your little brother try ’em
Ten years is what I’m facing
Police breaking in my house
Lil’ Bow Wow in the basement
A rapist that’ll bust in your mouth
I’ll probably be in jail ‘fore this fucking album comes out
I’m eighteen years old still shit in the bed
Beating till I’m red
Fear nothing but water and bread
Me and Ken
Fucking dirty Jen
So what if it burns
Bitch when I stick it in
No medication
I’m out of percasets
I lost my weed
Plus my fucking diaper’s wet

[Nakarat]