Loyalty lyrics

[Intro: Bizarre]

Mic Strings

Welcome to Our World

Turn Your CD's up!

[Eminem]

WOOO!!!!! Yeah! AAAAAAHHHH!!!! (Motherfuckers think they know us)

Guess who's back? D-Twizzie! O-Twizzie!

Doc-Twizzie! Shady-Twizzie! slash Aftermath!

50 cent! G-Unit! Here we go! Free Yayo!

Motherfuck a Benzino! They don't know we finna blow!

Someone better tell them so

[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]

You don't McVay and I doubt if you understand me

Why would I give a fuck about you if we ain't family?

I roll with a chosen few and those of you that's behind me

Witness the most coldest, ferocious niggas that rhyme

These bitches turn they back on you, acting like they ain't did shit

When you rapping never mix business up with your friendship

If you lacking up in this jungle, then what you breathe for?

Niggas's don't love you, you got habits of breaking street codes

Far as static, I automatically get medieval

When I'm after people, then I'll explode you bitches with C-4

These hoes have no insurance, bodies get repo'

Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat close

Keeping .44's where you're hoes are swallowing deep throat

If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep, close

Niggas pupils that's what I do, I'm foolish will shoot you

Cuz' I'm coo-coo, but I don't think niggas can take in heed though

[Hook: Kon Artis] (2X)

See I'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do

And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you

If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do

And be loyal to crew when crew was loyal to you

[Verse 2: Bizarre]

I don't give a fuck, I'm quick to blaze chronic

Smoke on so much green, you swear I was a supersonic

Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to nuns and wives

Now who the fuck want to fight?

Ain't nobody fucking with me, Ain't nobody fucking with the D

They get beat like a M-P

You heard about Bizarre taking all them drugs

You heard about Proof wilding in the clubs

You heard about that nine that Eminem packs

You diss us, you get you're fucking face cracked

I'm from 7 Mile and stout, I'll shoot up you're house

Next day, I'll pee in you're mouth

[Verse 3: Obie Trice]

Ayo, loyalty's first, all the bullshit second

I showed you on the record, Cheers to who respect it

Most of these niggas neglect it

Even though it's a known method

From the hectic hood that you slept in

You wanna be an exception

That's when the weapon is leaving you're half stepping

With that 'caine in you're left hand

Obie from a section that'll stain up you're flesh and

Have you on bare breast

Questioning you're affection for streets

D-Twizzie no question

One of the best groups that done it

And Obie is their reflection

Lil homie that know sowly that loyalty is repping

D-Twizzie for life, Obie Trice is second

[Hook] (2X)

[Verse 4: Proof]

Which one of you niggas wanna be bulsh' and bump heads

When I got a passion for clapping... with one hand

Talent's on my roster this mobster's in dump land

Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds

Never leave the crib without packing my black burner

On some Chi Ali rapper to murk and have murder

Incorporated, Hitman Harry is at your service

Reach for me one more gain' and that's curtains

For life as D12, no ice and spreewells

Every night that I chill in, I fight by free-will

Knowing I can be killed

Leaving my group, pieces of proof with a reason to shoot

And a license to ill

We lost Bugz and I'll be damned if we loose another man from our clan

Without forcing our hand

Extorting you're family, I'll torture you're granny

For my niggas, I'm on you're motherfucking porch with a 'Cammy

[Hook] (2X)

[Verse 5: Kuniva & Kon Artis]

Yo, it's funny how niggas get caught alone (And get bombed on)

Knock your teeth in back of your throat (And break you're jaw bone)

(I'm on ignorant shit) these niggas is bitch

Pass me a cigarette quick (Shit is finna get thick)

Your man'll get split (By a brutal and critical hit)

With identical dents (Or bullets with identical prints)

I'm wishing you if (You come your Lieutenant's a snitch)

Your tenement's sick (And we know you ain't finna do shit)

I'll stick with my clique (The Kon Artis, Bomb Artist)

Kuniva, The Rida (Shooting through you're fucking Long John garmets)

Dirty Dozen (We deep in the street)

Unbelievable heat, we'll even lay you out in front of the chief of police

Motherfucker

[Hook] (2X)

[Outro: Kon Artis]

Yeah! D-Twizzie

D12, Dirty Dozen

Nothing but family up in this motherfucker

Loyal to everything that we do

You ain't never gonna catch none of us slipping by ourself

Cause we always together

You know what I'm saying

Y'all niggas don't know what family means

Bugz watching over our ass

That's why we still alive know

Knocking y'all niggas out of the clubs and shit

Haha! Runyon Ave Baby!

Shady Records!

Where your momma at, nigga?