We Live This Shit

We live this shit I'm bout as crazy as Mike Tyson is A fallen rasper from out the Raspers that bounce twice and live Rollin blindfolded on the Eisenbridge And doin' drivebys on *inaudible* slice this Dwellin' from police, vice, and pigs Split the Mellow bitch from out the vice with trigs Tell Shyne that nigga ain't as nice as BIG And I'ma jab at his [stinkin' eyes] like some spicy ribs Well, it's your true gang man This is your last chance to test yourself You get dumped in a trashcan Bitch, hide your dope I'll be lurkin' like secondhand smoke I'm snatchin' throats as soon as I find that roll You get drug like that nigga from Texas Twelvе noon in the subdivision In the back of a tilted Lexus So you can get this message Bitches wouldn't listen See, I shitted on that cop when the nigga caught me pissin Yo, yo, you came to ball with me Nigga please work on yo six back Started off singing, and personally, you should switch back Or get hit with a brick in your back Find your button jabbed Cut up in the back of my Pontiac in a nap sack Denaun, don't be bullshittin with y'all I hang with felons, and all I gotta make is a call They better withdrawal Blast from a nigga with guns Watch em' grabble crawl and and hide the body behind the drywalls Yo, yo I'm a walkin timebomb With a destructive radius Packin guns with nuclear temp-bullets and stadiums Streetsmart, runnin you over with shopping cards Coppin darks, fill em up with ammonia and started off I'ma say it, licken off more shots then diabetics Even shootin the paramedic for being sympathetic (I bring at you) Known for wreckless drivin and carcrashin (Ey yo we mashin) Takin your momma's car without asking DIRTY DOZEN, we live this shit DIRTY DOZEN, we live this shit DIRTY DOZEN, we live this shit DIRTY DOZEN, we live this shit DIRTV DIRTY DOZEN, we live this shit DIRTY DOZEN, we live this shit DIRTY DIRTY DOZEN, we live this shit DIRTY DOZEN, we live this shit Let me begin What? Where? Why? or When? Bizarre fuck around and blast you and your friends See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kinda lyrical If you live past twelve, it'll be a miracle Niggas wanna diss me in they fuckin whack rhymes We spy back, your mother's dead by lunchtime A-ask the last rapper who tried to diss me You won't be able to cause his fuckin life is history Better bring your army if you plan on getting me They taking shit off [a clue like teeth a-netti] Eh yo, I'm known for driving drunk bopping my head with a drive-mile Hittin pedestrians, fuckin hoes till they pass out My idea of a romantic evening is day rape I'm [caged in], on the run for police Hoppin' off of your momma's fire-escape Ten stories high Land on a limo Kill the chauffer then skirt off bumpin' my new demo My life's on lease Get a piece of your grandniece and tell her my real name's Reece I throw a forty on the governor's grass Cover yo ass you trap Quick to get out of line cause I be drunk ridin raps And no punks fighting back I get high in crack-cranium You see a nigga up in Singapore painting him Throwin grenades inside of stadiums Smack yo lady and then advise You niggas aching we brigading em You can call the national guards bitch I'm payin em Blast yo squad then I'ma get the fuck away from em I ain't got shit to say to them but get the dick Quick to fuck police officer's wives with nightsticks, motherfucker DIRTY DOZEN, we live this shit DIRTY DOZEN, we live this shit DIRTY DIRTY DOZEN, we live this shit DIRTY DOZEN, we live this shit Eh yo, I slit throats Walk in a diner and order French toast Take a flight to Littleton (Bitch gimme back my trenchcoat) I strike back, don't even ask for this mic back You better off asking Debal for your bike back You make the era of inviting niggas who like fighting niggas Like Mike Tyson, the murderous trife titan I make a statement, rippin' my truck up on your pavement Looking for something hard enough to hit you in your face with And then I grab you by your neck And doin' my bullet loose Trapped in a soundproof and rapped in bulletproof Holding B-80s to naked twin babies Dirty Dozen the reason y'all don't fuck with Slim Shady Receive more hits than a baseball stadium Run up on the Temptation and waste all eight of em (every last one) We can battle with your command Snatch the spine out your back a And make you fold like a bad [Bolka] hair All you big niggas I like that knowledge flow I'm too old to be rastlin And fuckin up my clothes Now you all alone on the ground by yourself While your boy yells (Hey somebody, get some help!) Fuck a truce, ain't no apologies I shoot so much I got funeral homes following me