D12 - Pimp Like Me Lyrics

D12 - Pimp Like Me Video

G-shit

 

What up?

I gotta tell you motherfuckers the truth

This is straight G-shit

And all you can do is respect it

 

(Swifty)

Well I'm a state my name

Swift McVeigh

None of y'all niggas got shit to say

Rhymes keep coming off like a toupee

Plus I'm big headed running things my way

A selfish man

The back of the hand

We slapping the hell outta hoes because I can

Prostitute

I want my loot

And I don't give a fuck about your broke ass man and

Y'all giving niggas what they need and

Till bitches understand the meaning

Swift McVeigh is blowing up

Courvoisier till I'm throwing up

Wanna player hate me bitch so what?

What's your function?

Where's your bucks?

All you wanna do is wanna stick 'em up

You wanna rob me but I got too much

D12 naturally lifted

You niggas better duck when I cock the biscuit

You fuck with me

I fuck with you

Your entourage, nigga, fuck them too

I got grenades

What the hell you little 22 gon' do?

(Y'all ain't gon' shoot)

Your majors' soft

Cops get mad cuz I paid 'em off (what)

Made 'em cough (ya)

Blood and shit (ha)

That's what the hell y'all motherfuckers get

We runs this bitch

So, hey, you ain't gotta be scared to fuck (f'real)

If he want head then prepare to suck (do it)

Even if the nigga don't care to nutt

For every stroke it's a hundred bucks

Respect the game

You just a slut

So open your legs up and get my duck (bitch)

 

(Chorus: Eminem (Dina Rae))

You just a (hoe)

You just my (hoe)

Dirty ass (hoe)

I'm your pimp

You my bitch

You just a (hoe)

You just my (hoe)

Dirty ass (hoe)

I'm your pimp

You my bitch

You just a (hoe)

You just my (hoe)

Dirty ass (hoe)

I'm your pimp

You my bitch

Got get my (dough)

Go bring me my (dough)

Dirty ass (hoe)

I'm your pimp (I work for you baby)

You my bitch

 

(Proof)

I do spit game

No longer than my name

There where my chain hang

My nuts do the same

Don't pay pussy

Pussy pay me

Bitch, slut, hoe, my lady

And knowing the fact I was born to mac

That's why I got a hoe in the back

Blowing my sack

Got good game

It's a hood thang

Got a huge brain

Loot of pootang

But I'm all bank

Run that cheese

Tell that trick nigga (come back please)

I'm a L-7 that's a square

You my bottom hoe

You gotta know

Off to a plan to make a lot of dough

So suck fast bitch and swallow slow

Bitch quit talking back

Now walk the track

 

(Kon Artis)

I don't pay for ass

You pump my gas

You get slapped for a short of cash

I get whip lashed when I hit the gas

And holler out the window with a hash

Where's my scratch?

Bitch, that's it

Suck it, stroke it, make me rich

Cuz a token of my appreciation it's

Another client for you to hit

I don't give a fuck if you gotta go home to the kids

You shoulda picked another occupation trick

You stuck with me

Fuck with me and I'm a smack you up in this truck

You must have lost your mind or something

Crying and whining like you dying and suffering

Go suck some head for an extra buck (or something)

You know what

You made nothing

I'm just another case of a lazy husband

 

(Kuniva)

I want the paper stacked

Buy you an outfit it

Then take it back

When you page me bitch I never page you back

You only act a certain way that I make you act

Hoes recognize and niggas do too

Cuz they realize that niggas who shoot

Don't like a chick that act too cute

Bitch hold my gat down when I shoot hoops

And don't be asking me all kind of questions

All harrassing me calling stressin

Or I may have to release some aggression

And beat you to death and

Teach you a lesson

Looking for handouts

Like you my damn spouse

Pull your pants down

And fuck my mans now

Shut your damn mouth

Or get in the damn house

Open the damn blouse

And suck on my damn crouch

 

(Chorus: Eminem (Dina Rae))

You just a (hoe)

You just my (hoe)

Dirty ass (hoe)

I'm your pimp

You my bitch

You just a (hoe)

You just my (hoe)

Dirty ass (hoe)

I'm your pimp

You my bitch

You just a (hoe)

You just my (hoe)

Dirty ass (hoe)

I'm your pimp

You my bitch

Bring me my (dough)

Got get me my (dough)

Dirty ass (hoe)

I'm your pimp (I work for you baby)

You my bitch

 

(Bizarre)

Love the pussy

Sell that pussy bitch

Get out there and switch and go make Bizarre rich

You gotta itch

You fucking dirty bitch

Now get on the corner and start sucking some dick

Niggas want pussy

And I need cash

So mom get out there and start selling your dirty ass

Bizarre quick to hit 'em

Then stick 'em

Fuck it I'll let you hear one of my victims

(Somebody help, I'm on Seven Mile and Muriel)

Shut up bitch you talk too much

And about to get fucked in your dirty butt

Never seen a pimp like me out here whoring

Shut your fucking mouth and you'll be out by the morning

Cuz I'm the dirtiest pimp you ever heard of

Give me my 5000 and take this cheeseburger (bitch)

Go suck dick at a bachelor party

So what if you on your period (I want my fucking money)

Blood never hurt nobody

 

(Chorus: Eminem (Dina Rae))

You just a (hoe)

You just my (hoe)

Dirty ass (hoe)

I'm your pimp

You my bitch

You just a (hoe)

You just my (hoe)

Dirty ass (hoe)

I'm your pimp

You my bitch

You just a (hoe)

You just my (hoe)

Dirty ass (hoe)

I'm your pimp

You my bitch

Give me my (dough)

Go bring me my (dough)

Dirty ass (hoe)

I'm your pimp (cuz I work for you baby)

You my bitch

 

That's all you is

You just a dirty ass bitch

Dirty ass, nasty ass, skanky ass, filthy ass, stanky ass bitch

But I love you

Kim

 

(Outro: Kuniva as Rondell Beene)

And there you have it goddammit

The fundamentals of pimping

You heard it here first

From the dirtiest dozen you've ever seen in your goddamn life

Well this is Rondell Beene on the scene

And we keep the pussy hole smiling

Because we always wilding

You know what I'm saying?

Fuck what everybody else be talking 'bout

We letting you know right here

That pimping it ain't dead

We love getting head

In dirty ass bed

That's just what we do

You know we were throwing hip heroin parties back in 1968

The pussy is all great

I see you at eight, bitch!

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D12 - American Psycho II Lyrics

D12 - American Psycho II Video

Intro B-Real

Yeah Homie

I thought we told you

We been fuckin' loco

Cypress Hill, D12 Bitch!

 

Chorus B-Real

I'm a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains

That I'm a pyscho

Better get it through your brain, when you say my name, never say it in vain

Cause I'm a pyscho

 

Verse 1 Swift

I'm a motherfucking omen, I bow down to no man

Split a nigga open, killing folks compulsive

A soldier with a motive, scrotum big as boulders

I hold 'em then unload on you, put it on a poster

So everyone can notice who was focused on us

Poking they nose in our business, hoping that I don't come smoke 'em

No one knows my notions or emotions, I'm a vulture

You niggas close to croaking any moment and I know when

I could fuck the culture up, probably rap

A maniac with anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat

Speak when you spoken to and I don't have to read a fucking

Magazine or quotable to notice what you hoes will do

 

Verse 2 Kuniva

We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up

And show up at your residence, light your front door up

Get scared, life ain't fair

And I'm prepared to blast you just as fast as Dre can say Hell yeah!

So watch what you say cause it can happen either today or the next minute

I can draw the heater and spray and I'm dead serious

You could be dead period, end of story

I'm on your porch with a gun and your son, sipping a forty

Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely

I stomp your head when you awake, you be looking like Gumby

Aftermath and Shady, bitch, you can read it and weep

You see my poster in the 'hood for the G of the Week

 

Chorus B-Real

I'm a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains

That I'm a pyscho

Better get it through your brain, when you say my name, never say it in vain

Cause I'm a pyscho

 

Verse 3 Bizzare

They found Saddam, but they ain't gon' find me

I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee

And I don't know too much about my daddy

Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny

I ain't a racist, I just hate whites

Fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites

Thirteen years old and joined a fucking gang

Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking pain

Am I insane? Who really knows?

Cause any second my temper can fucking blow

I get colder than December

Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember

See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about

And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out

Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth

And blow your brains the fuck out!

 

Verse 4 Eminem

I probably got a screw loose or two, or maybe three or four of 'em

Some fell out and hit the floor

All I know is ever since my fucking head hit the snowbank

I been a little neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey

But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's

Trying to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips

Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up

Gives me two hours and six days and I'm still up

I feel like I'm about to snap any minute

There's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up

Pick the new Cypress Hill up

And go find who did that shit to Xzibit

And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss

And shatter his fucking lips with it

 

Chorus B-Real

I'm a little bit off the chain, you can call me insane, but the fact remains

That I'm a pyscho

Better get it through your brain, when you say my name, never say it in vain

Cause I'm a pyscho

 

Kuniva

Karnail Pitts a.k.a. Bugz

Rest in peace, homie

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D12 - Devils Night Lyrics

D12 - Devils Night Video

Eminem

I make music to make you sick of fake music

Hate music like devil worshippin Satan music

So say your prayers, your Hail Mary's and Jesuses

Take two sticks, tape 'em together and make a crucifix

Try to stop it but you cain't do it (ha ha)

A whole generation of kids blowin out their fuckin brains to this

Kurt Cobain music students converted to 'caine users

As soon as they heard it went out and murdered and maimed to it

What's your name?

 

Swifty McVay

Judas

Got my nine with six sharpshooters, now let's do this

I got niggaz that shoots to static you don't understand

How I'm all up in you niggaz TV's like Carole Anne

I'm a poltergeist, lyrically I'm supposed to strike

Try to snatch this mic, you get cracked with Molson Ice

(Swifty get your own woman!) I want his wife

I'm the type to go to gamblin parties with trick dice

I rob casinos, slugs, eat those

You'd think it was the devil feedin you jalapenos

Now you out of the scene hoes shot at your clean clothes

My fo'-fo', prone to make you niggaz breathe wrong

 

Chorus: Eminem

It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah)

It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da)

Cause I came back to rule this time!

It's Devils Night cause I came back to take what's mine!

Yes it's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah)

It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da)

Cause I came back to rule this time!

It's Devils Night cause I came back to take what's mine!

 

Kon Artis

It's like I'm on the john, tryin to shit and get no response

Constipated bitch, tell these pigs to back off!

The mind of rapist, Denaun never changes

Beat up strangers without a reason, I'm a anus

Walk the street in a Beat It jacket with a glove to match it

Drop the hat shit I put my head on opposite and step backwards

Walkin zombied it's ornery

Pullin armed robberies on politicians without a sense of camraderie

 

Kuniva

Yo, I can concoct the nine slot, plus I run with the best

Hop on a motorcycle, bustin wheelies over your chest

Bystanders standin by, thinkin oh what a mess

Blast through every hickie that them bitches put on your neck

What the fuck do you expect, when the slugs are dealt

And make you feel every ounce of pain that Bugz done felt

A deranged team, smokin ganja greens

This car beam'll make your fuckin head shake like tambourines

I pledge allegiance 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 scream

From her barettes to her cheeks to her cute little feet

 

Chorus

 

Bizarre

STOP TAKIN DRUGS!! I'm tryin

My little boy is dyin, he losin too much iron

And if I die, it won't be because I got shot

It'll be because I tied my arm in a sock and smoked rock

Takin drugs is cool, that's why I buy 'em

Shoot 'em up my ass, let your little brother try 'em

Ten years is what I'm facin

Police breakin in my house, Lil' Bow Wow in the basement

(Jermaine!) A rapist that'll bust in your mouth

I'll probably be in jail 'fore this fuckin album comes out

I'm eighteen years old, still shit in the bed

Beaten 'til I'm red, fear nothin but war and bread

It's me again, fuckin dirty jinn

So what if it burns, bitch when I stick it in

No medication, I'm out of perkasets

I lost my weed, plus my fuckin diaper's wet

 

Chorus

 

Eminem

It's Devil's Night!

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D12 - Commercial Break Lyrics

D12 - Commercial Break Video

Yo, testing.

This thing back on again.

Alright, perfect, God damn good.

Yo, this is Rondell Beene,

I'm back on the motherfuckin' scene,

And I'm upset as a motherfucker.

I mean first I didn't get paid for the D12 shit.

You heard me rippin' on there, they just edited my verse out.

Then I was on Obie's shit, I was in Obie's video,

And that Obie go ahead and I didn't get paid for that shit.

And now they got this bald head weed smokin' mother fucker,

And his name is. . .

 

Young Zee

Young Zee, keep movin' for the macs. Be cubin'.

Hmm? I'll make you sing like big Ruben.

Man, in the hood, I'm the American Idol.

First I fight you, and then run up on your stairs with a rifle.

Bang. Tech claims make you wipe out like X-Games

Next sprain's in your motherfuckin' leg bang?

Tryin' to shoot me like they tryin' to shoot 50.

Either you gon' die or need a new kidney.

Till I drop, I'm a sell to your friends.

Till I get some of that tin, in the federal pin.

I spit better than them.

Niggas wanna fight me, better go get in the gym

Or the metal'll spin. Since smokes' in 'Nam,

Doin' drugs than Eminem moms.

Ten times, Dirty Dozen. All x times.

Bash your ride, crash when you drive,

Flip your dumbass out the passenger side.

Uhh

(Car crash)

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D12 - Girls Lyrics

D12 - Girls Video

Eminem

Girls (Limp Bizkit Diss)

 

Ayo dog

I got some shit on my motherfuckin chest that

I need to get off cuz

If I don't

I'ma fucking explode or somethin

Now look

This is the story about

Some little fuckin girls that I know

It goes like this

 

It's so easy for me to make enemies anymore it's sickenin

People are lookin for an excuse to jump on my shit list

Stickin their noses in shit that isn't none of their business

I never asked, cared, gave a fuck, or wanted opinions

Now I'm in a position that

I don't wanna be in shit

I never had beef with you corny son of a bitches

But now this shit is broke and you can't do nothin to fix it

So I'm telling you right now

Motherfucker Limp Bizkit

Now I'ma be real

B-Real was real

He ain't say shit the whole time me and Whitey was beefin

See he chilled

He was cool with the whole situation and kept it neutral

I'da never involved my crew if it wasn't for Pupils

Peoples, whatever your backpacking cyphering name is

Had I not opened a magazine and seen what you sayin

I'da never involved you

But you had to add your two pennies

Now I gotta go grab my shit list and add some new enemies

Hit the studio and I'll admit I had a few in me

Fuck it, I roasted you, I ain't mad at you any

But let it be known

That song was never released, it leaked

I'da never gave you that much attention intentionally

Then I look on the TV

Now look who's mentionin me

That little fuckin weasle, DJ Lethal, on MTV

After I gave you props on that song you on national TV

Talking 'bout Everlast is gonna whip my ass when he sees me

Come on dawg, you was supposed to be on that song

Talkin 'bout how bad you hate him

Now you all in his thong

What's wrong, you scared, and Fred, you said you was dissin him too

I shoulda knew better than to listen to you

You fuckin sissy

Up on stage screaming how people hate you

They don't hate you

They just think you're corny since Christina played you

And I dare you motherfuckers to try to diss me back

That's a sissy act

And don't call me kissin my ass

Cuz I swear to God this ain't just a song

I'm trying to prewarn you

Lethal, when I fuckin see you dawg, I'm swingin on you

Motherfuckers must think cuz I'm in trouble with the law

That I won't jaw

Up my sentence and double it tomorrow

Y'all are some

 

Girls (y'all are some God damn girls)

Why do you act this way? (why do you act this way, huh?)

Why do y'all act like fuckin sissies

You pussies keep talkin shit behind my back

You just some bitches for that

And we all know (we all know, ha)

How fuckin cowards roll (keep rollin' rollin' rollin')

In fucking Bentleys

And pretend to be down

But as soon as someone calls you out

You put your tail between your legs and bow down

 

Now I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs

Or be involved in my beefs

I'm a man

I can stand on my feet

So if you don't wanna be in 'em

All I ask is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion

And I won't put you in 'em

Cuz I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs

Or be involved in my beefs

I'm a man

I can stand on my feet

So if you don't wanna be in 'em

All I ask is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion

And I won't put you in 'em

 

Now see if you diss me and I respond

The beef is on

But if I help you sell one record

And I see you at a show I'll strip you naked

See I was smart

I came back and scooped up my friends

Now I got five dawgs that'll die for me like I'll die for them

I'll fight for them, swing or shoot, like I'll fight for Kim

All of them been with me through this fucked up life that I'm in

That goes for all my dawgs from Royce to Dre

From Xzibit to Melman

Till I'm hoist away

In my coffin

I'll never soften no matter how often I'm tested

I never give a fuck

I won't ever be interested

Love me or hate me

As much as Fred wants to be hated

I will solemnly stand by every statement I've stated

The shit that I been through

My pencil never could pencil

But I won't ever be this gullible ever again, no

Next time I'll know when someone's copyin off me

I'm not bein cocky

I just know when somebody's mockin me

I stick up my middle finger

He sticks up his finger

I say fuck Christina

He says fuck Christina, but meaner

So from doin a song with Method

To beggin to get accepted

I'm peggin Fred

With the bottle of dye that he bleached his head with

And as for Lethal don't forget what I said

I'm fuckin you up punk

You're dead

Don't think that I'm playin

And fuck Bizkit

Cuz I know you're sayin fuck D12

Only not to our face, under your breath, and to yourselves

Little

 

Girls (motherfucking females)

Why do you act this way? (why do you act this way, huh?)

Why do y'all act like fucking sissies

You pussies keep talking shit behind my back

You just some bitches for that

And we all know (now we all know the truth)

How fucking cowards roll (keep rollin' rollin' rollin')

In fucking Bentleys

And pretend to be down

But as soon as someone calls you out

You put your tail between your legs and bow down

 

Now I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs

Or be involved in my beefs

I'm a man

I can stand on my feet

So if you don't wanna be in 'em

All I ask is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion

And I won't put you in 'em

Cuz I don't ask nobody to share my beliefs

Or be involved in my beefs

I'm a man

I can stand on my feet

So if you don't wanna be in 'em

All I ask is that you don't open your mouth with an opinion

And I won't put you in 'em

 

And that's it

That's all there is to it dawg

If you don't wanna do the fuckin song

Don't say you're down with doin the fuckin song

And then back out at the last minute

And then go on motherfuckin MTV

Talking about Everlast can whip my motherfuckin ass

If you're scared of Whitey Ford dawg

Just say you're scared of Whitey Ford

That's it

That's all you had to fuckin say

I wouldn't a said shit

I woulda backed off

Did the motherfuckin song myself

And not put you motherfuckers in it

That's all

Now I ain't even on no rap shit no more

I'm on some fuckingyou up shit when I see you

And I will see you, too

Oh, and by the way, Fred

That wasn't an accident

I didn't mean to give you a play at the Music Awards

Ha ha

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