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Livio f D-12

Udontwantnun

196 3 часа назад

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[intro]You don`t want none of it, none of itYou know we come wit it, come wit itGo get your guns and clips, guns and clipsGive them their punishment, punishment(Kill who we wanna kill, bust who we wanna bust)(Steal what we wanna steal, fuck who we wanna fuck)[verse one: Livio]Eh yo, I need a mic, I kick rhymes at the speed of lightI`m a different person everyday, I wonder who I be tonightI got split personalities for niggas that try to challenge meI make `em walk through galleries and get on they nerves like allergiesI make `em burn calories, I make `em earn salariesLivio, I`m the one, I make rappers call me Your MajestyI`m blindin` ya eyesight, I feel like I been alive twiceThe SOURCE can`t even deny this deserves more than five micsMy style is hard, if ya bite me, you`ll be chippin` ya toothAs soon as I get in the booth, niggas witness the truthI hit ya hard and tell Bizarre to get me the ProofYou niggas might be dyin` to win, but ya livin` to loseI`m givin` you clues, you already forgettin` the newsI came to make ya feet stank and take a shit in ya shoesNow, I got two niggas wit me, but you`ll hear what I said firstI`ll make ya head burst and keep it rollin` like Fred DurstIf you got a live album, I`ll turn it into a dead verseI go berserk `cause of the way my brain networksNo matter where ya at, you do it here, do it thereAin`t nothin` jockin` you niggas but a little bit of pubic hair, mothafucka[chorus]Niggas can`t fuck wit meAnd you niggas is stuck wit meD-12 is up wit meAnd you niggas can`t fuck wit me(2X)*2nd time background voice says*Kill who we wanna kill, bust who we wanna bustSteal what we wanna steal, fuck who we wanna fuck[verse two: Bizarre]Marchin` 90 ghosts, gold roast, plus plaqueYou laid on ya back, Bizarre overreactsBitches and ballers, I`m stickin`Give you a 2-piece like Kentucky Fried ChickenFrom Seattle to Detroit, I gets gullyI beat a bitch`s ass who swear to God I`m HuggyYou wanna fight? Let`s throw upAsk Three-6 Mafia about the clubs we done tore upBizarre come through wit a street cleanerYou see so much Blood, you`d swear you was in PasadenaBattle? I`ll run through ya crewMad `cause you ain`t out like Playstation 2Detroit, what?! You dealin` wit a fuckin` nutFuck ya grandmother in the butt, call her a dirty slutYou wanna battle? Skidaddle!`Cause you ain`t needed like Patrick Ewing in Seattle[chorus: (2X)][verse three: Proof]I spit flames, Dirty Harry`s the nicknameKidnap sluts and feed `em crack like Rick JamesNeighborhood Spiderman, hype off VicadenAnd generic vitamins snypin` through a rifle lensAt ya church at who recitin` them triflin` Bible kinsThen gank the Billy Blanks for his rank and tae-bo gymsCome hard when I write, wit slugs slide viagaraMake you fall like Niagra, marvelous is hagglerThe bad batter that smash matterMake your chin a glass shatter, ya moms, I`ll blast at herI`m a glock holder born in OctoberA pot smoker that was high when I shot OprahMy cradle was knocked over, I`m not soberBumpin` Biggie Smalls, run by wit two of Tupac`s postersProof and Livio love to spit a flowMake ya Faces of Death out ya next video[verse four: Livio]Yo, pass the mic and watch me come off fast as lightThey love to hear what I say when they got questions, they ask me twiceI answer once, I don`t spit rhymes to rhyme toI spit shit so you could tell when you bein` lied toI don`t wanna be lied to, so I got nothin` to ask a liarWhy even bother wit a man that make `em suck like pacifiers?So pass the fire, fa sho, I drop the guillotine, fa sho, I got the killa greenThat shit that make me look like I`m from the PhillipinesI`m talkin` chinky-eyed, I`ll make a man scream so loud everyone think he diedI`ll cut off four of his fingers and let his pinky slideAnd take him deep down under, I mean it, brothaI`ll jam you up like peanut butterAnd shine ya ass up till I make ya fart replenishI`ll make ya heart diminishI take you start to finish, I plan on gettin` high as a cloudAs soon as I break apart the spinach, yooo...You don`t want beef wit me, my beef is heavy enough to break ya dishWhen you see me, make a wish `cause I`m a leave you wet as a fishI ain`t the type to tell `em twice, Livio, let `em learnThey treatin` rap like doorknobs, and lettin` everyone get a turnLet the air hit emcees, be a part of hip-hopMan, you niggas couldn`t rap if you worked at a giftshopFuck you, fuck you, uh... mothafucka![chorus: (6X)]

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