(Check it out.. ah, haha)
Aww, yeah! This is my shit fo' real
(Ahhhhhhhhhh-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-RAHHH!)
It's gonna be off the hook! (That was dope, that's right)
Peep this out (Dirty Doezn)
Kon Artis nigga, yo yo
[Kon Artis
Tell 'em I'm a good kid, Catholic raised
Knowin I went to public school and squares I blazed
Even weed when I got ahold too and YEAH bitch I did do it
Steal cars I've been through it - done that
Play buddy buddy and rob ya like nigga run that; bum cat
And bone hood rats - 'til they bleed on my floor mat
Nasty nigga, make YOU believe that I'm a classy nigga
But I'm far from that, average Joe that you know
Use people for shields at shootouts that I started, cold-hearted
Runnin reckless, peep out your shorty 'til my neck twistin
An infectionist, poisonous bug we all drugged
Showed your daddy love or slugs; could have tortured him
Told me that he didn't wanna die, we still forced him
Thought his peeps had his back, when we brawled they fled
Now he layin dead with his chicked head like Dodi Fayed
Come to battle us with yo' heat and stabbed, nabbed and gagged
Jabbed and dragged and thrown inside of a bag
Your fans been had, bamboozled, run 'em up
But you loosing credibility the minute Dozen'll up
So FUCK that stank bitch with the saggy-ass titties
And FUCK all the niggas that don't represent our city
And FUCK 'JLB, they don't play none of my shit
FUCK all them niggas that be suckin our dicks
[Kuniva
That's killin all the players and the coaches
Embarass you in front of company like dirty roaches
Approach this and get served - the situation, hopeless
Quote this - jot it down cause Kuniva wrote this
The wild animal rhyme culprit, ferocious
Closes, nigga walkin behind you with a dosage
Of terrifyin tales that be stompin small soldiers
The Grim Reaper dipped in all black like Folgers
Packin four heaters and carryin five holsters
Suppose if, I was to let you put up all your posters
Let everybody think you was the dopest (HELL NAW!)
I'd rather strike you quicker then the cobra, box you up and sold ya
Take you underwater and hold you until it's over
I told you once you dumb dummies with a blunt
That be pullin off the dope fiend stunt-of-the-month
Get yo' ass kicked quicker then punts, I'm sick of you punks
Cock it back now I'm upset, yo' nigga's next
I'm blowin smoke outta ya chest when it connects
Creepin like insects then ridin with ten Tecs
Ahh FUCK any DJ that don't play Bizarre's shit
FUCK your sister I don't like her she don't suck dick
Ahh FUCK that nigga that talked shit to my crew
And yo FUCK all y'all niggas that say, "I don't like you!"
[Bugz
Got a ten inch dick and the gun the same size
A bitch named bitch who's thick with grey eyes
Who loves to suck dick and get hit by eight guys
It's Bugz bitch - who the fuck you thunk it was?
Gettin drunk with drunken thug too fuckin numb to feel the buzz
Unnnggggghhhh - yeah, y'all niggas know the image
No gimmicks, no timids, no manners, and No Limits
This time, bitch, I'm goin all out
Whippin the fo' out, like get the dough out, YEAH!
I miss crime - sick individual, ask my peers in middle school
If you walk my way home gettin robbed is like a ritual
Lyrical giant, tyrant who lies habitual
Just to get you to do what I want; yeah, and bitch you will
Sit you still, tie you up, begin to ill
And swoll your fuckin face up with some shit that you can feel
Okay FUCK all you niggas that say Dirty Dozen's dead
FUCKIN yo' new wife in yo' brand new bed
Yo FUCK yo' chickenhead, she suck dick anyway
And fuck anybody that say crime don't pay
[Proof
Ad-just my Magnum; beef I had enough
Snuff the sweetest MC in this camp tribe rivalry
To be as live as me keep 'em quiet like a library (SHHHH!)
My rhymes are virgin tight and un-fuck-with-able
You find the mic suckable..
Without chicked pox untouchable - peep my adjusted
Ain't to be tested, touch the globe whip through yo' domestic
Majestic warrior the rap to win, apprehend
And slap a chin of the aggressor, think that they fresher
Wanted conquest holdin down the one-sided contest
That explosive rappin nigga the fans wear a bomb vest