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Lyrics for Bring Our Boys by D12:
| | | Artist: | D12 |
| | Album: | The Underground EP | | Track: | Bring Our Boys | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 213 | | | | Lyrics: | Lyrics written by [email protected]
(IQ)
Your fakeness is atrocious
post
is deep in your hypnosis
then focus
roll this
and smoke this
like L's
of that bomb-ass herb thats gaurenteed to rock bells
a hiphop refugee like Praswell
Travelin citys
pimpin babblin biddys
game trump tight and solidified
comupterized
to get rid of spies
know what I do to guys
shootin and spittin
lies
I'm banished in exisdence
vanishin any instences
brandishin sentences
proovin repentences
the only way to see me, dont miss these
me and my crew smoke
so many trees that
I piss leaves
never _______ my bitch please
but keep smokin my
system, roll blunts it's all tight
on an off night
I still smoke like exaust pipes
and bust a universal flow
and blow your wig back like niggas with toupe's
drivin a
convertable
and further more
I run the board
your shit is played and the way you
fell off
you coulnt bounce back with a bungee cord
(Chorus)
Bring your boys
in
we can bring the noise in
YOU DON'T WANNA FUCK WITH DIRTY DOZEN
(repeat 4
times)
(Bizarre)
My crew is like a maze
put fear like ex-slaves
who
wanna step to this microphone and think that they brave
dozen always startin the fuckin beef
I don't care if your from Kansas I'm killin the fuckin chief
back the fuck up I'm
releasin my dumb-dumbs
tell your whore stop pagin me 9 1 1
I'm the star
that they
call Bizarre
smokin blunts with Mel Far (??????)
in my brand new car
________
wanna see me
even if I was in Arizona I'd still request iced tea
Bizarre don't give a
shit about you
on top of the mountain ain't nothin your bitch-ass crew
can do
sick
emcee that they call Peter
treat your crew like an unexpected meter
reader
fuckin
more shit than Howard Corsell
Butt-fuckin Jassabells
in nasty hotels
(Chorus)
(Proof)
How you think your crew sound compared to this
it's the team that your entire clique scared to diss
demandin attention when the glock
sound
y'all niggas to be murdered like Jeffery Daumer on lock down
I'm brown like Bobby,
pullin hoe's like whitney
Take your title, kill your moms so you won't forget me
lips
sealed nigga I might blow important plots
whoever fronts is gettin done like Micheal Jordan's
pops
sure I'm number one translator my fame dirty D
y'all niggas gettin hung like this
was 1933
got word of me
now flee
cause you don't got a chance
death is 3
easy steps so now we gotta dance
so look away
dont play
with the style master
I love killin beef so I kill a whole cow pasture
lyrically I'm sick, ill everything but
sober
my nickle plate pack the ______ jackin fool get fucked over
(Eminem)
Dirty Dozen is the clique so I ran over and lit cha
ripped the ass right out ya pants
like a Dovermin Pincha
like the cobra and ninja
my intentions to injure
and prevent
ya
from enterin from the edge of my center
or get your muthafuckin pants split at the
creases
fuckin you intelectually givin you menatly sexually transmited diseases
my duty
is to keep a strange abard (?????)
I guard my sector like a Saint Bernard
and this ain't
the yard
Bringin the noise like a trigger happy gun slinger
droppin your whole clique
with one finger
til none linger
beware of my dogs attackin like a pack of Great Danes
chargin like freight trains
through the great plains
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