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d12 - 5 fingers of death freestyle (sway in the morning) كلمات الأغنية

[beat 1: swifty mcvay]
i grab the mic, make it stupid
i’m shootin’ 3’s, but i ain’t talkin’ ’bout whoopin’
when i confront ’em, these n-gg-s stutter like ruben, they flew thick
proof’s in the puttin’
if proof was here, there’s a lot of sh-t that they wouldn’t do
are they frontin’, get you backed in the corner
i put a slug in your lung
i’m deadly as pneumonia, lymphoma
they can’t stand up to me, like a teenager in cl-ss with a b-n-r
death’s around the corner
at yo’ doorstep, ringing yo’ doorbell
i’m right there in your daydreams and nightmares
when i find you, i’ma light it up like flareguns

[beat 2: swifty & kuniva]
in the hands of an albino
i drink more liquor than winos
kick the doors with the force of a rhino
a hydro, glisterin’ rhyme flow
ain’t no b-tch pressin’ a tie bow
can stop with that flow
everybody’s liable…
(alright, swift’s up, second beat, who’s next to rock? ah)
n-gg-s know i’m from the east
the one cat in the crew, that you know that is a beast
i’m livin’ on the edge, in the language that you speak –
the middle finger say: “f-ck you, comprende, capeesh”
i do that in my sleep
you in furious is 16
me and my crew been taking out the whole cafeteria
bang on your whole clique (bang), kicking at you early
i’m like a stank rapist, i’m doin’ b-tches dirty (yeah)
ain’t no way you concern me, your clique can never hurt me
i keep a group of chicks to [?] mr. furley
ain’t nothin’ pretty this way
you ever seen a sheep sittin’ at the table with a pack of wolves about to eat? (d12)
so i think it would be wise for you not even to speak
top of the head to a midget, i’m outta yo reach
and stay up out of the streets
we [?], you ain’t safe by the bell, when them shots rain
then you hear them tires goin’ screech

[beat 3: kuniva]
(number 3, d12, 5 fingers of death, sway in the morning, shade 45, give it back to kuniva man, keep going man)
watch it, my men they lurkin’
they really ain’t submerging
i mean mugging all day like i’m kendrick perkins
too many mediocre cacks and not a name jerking
stupid n-gg-s everywhere like kfc merged with churches
you got you thinkin’ that these dudes can really spit
you really thinkin’ that these dudes are really it? (nah)
i know some n-gg-s that be really shootin’ sh-t
and be gettin’ them bags off like fat n-gg-s chewin’ chips
got robbed when i was 13, i never looked back
so the first chance i got, walked around the hood strapped (nah n-gg-)
i was nice with my men, got busy, good scr-p
thought when n-gg-s heard the click-clack, them n-gg-s move back (d-mn)
i rhyme through a cause, my ignorant little flaws
is what keeps me at being humble and out of the cold jaws of vengeance
i’m on twitter, tell your mom to mind her business (haha)
and keep them pics of here stank p-ssy out my mentions (yeah)

[beat 4: kuniva]
catch me with a b-tch relievin’ some tension
watch me hang with my n-gg-s really lynchin’
this ain’t no joke, i’m ’bout to run up in a packed buildin’
with the plan to stack millions and smack children
ain’t no marvin g-ye, when i get that feelin’ (feelin’)
sawed-off under my undercoat, i call it katt williams
send a text to your chick like i’m comin’ over
prior visits lets her know, that i ain’t comin’ sober
her man hit her up screaming: “somethin’-somethin’ soldier”
i sn-tched her phone, told him: “fall back” like summer’s over (yeah)
hbo [?], but the wire over
so you don’t wanna go there like a tide show [?]
even doin’ church i gotta sneak the tuli in
puttin’ the pimp down, n-gg-, max julian (yeah)
you stuck, what you want in them? you at the movies and –
i’m seein’ all types of b-tches, persian, peruvian
you don’t like it, sue me then, she quick to give the neck
so i tear her out the frame like a picture of my ex (yeah)
yo, this n-gg- is possessed
yo, kuniva is a threat (kuniva)
in the van with them n-gg-s and i’m comin’ for your neck
lyrically i’m a threat, you lil’ n-gg-s in first grade
shouldn’t be rhymin’ off soft in the first place

[beat 5: kuniva, bizarre & swifty mcway]
i bring death, while i’m swinging at your birthday
and then i’m out like precious runnin’ to first base
(oh, d-mn, beat number 5, alright bizarre, what you gonna with this?)
i’ma p-ss it to swifty man, ’cause i’m too high off marijuana and drugs
sound to provin’ my n-gg- bugs
freestyle out the top of sway in the morning
all these b-tches they know i be whorin’
f-cking b-tches [?]
n-gg-s don’t wanna jump me
you better try and punch me
high off brownies, high off dust, poppin’ pills
before the record deal, n-gg-s better chill
d12, the father of this freestyle sh-t
all these other rappers all on my f-cking d-ck
f-ck [?], hopsin, we’ll battle anybody
and pull the 12 gage shotty
all help… yeah
yo, didn’t think about it, liftin’ the k up
givin’ your chick a x-reduction down to d dup with say cup
right, wait-wait-wait-wait, no wait, let me do that one more time, ’cause i’m ’bout to k!ll this off right here! (do that, do that, do it one more time! go crazy, go crazy!)
i didn’t think about liftin’ the k up
givin’ your chick a breast-reduction from a c back to a a cup
narcoleptic rifles, yeah, homie they stay up
the mtn all in your face, now you apologize and mac makeup
loud shots waking the neighbors, while you yellin’ savors
ready to whip -ss on james evans facin’ the pay cut
ain’t no stoppin’ me, i monopolize on your whole property
my team of bangs will continue to hang like apostrophes
appropriately suited to be… and careless
[?] as it was cancer and wellness (yeah)
in all fairness, it’s safe to say you can’t compare this to the ranch of a terrorist
whole grenades in time square zone (oh man)
i’m after n-gg-s, who swinging they money long
a gorilla who’s throwing them double-barrels – donkey kong
g money he on the roof
turn around to your broad and look in the sky
[?] that b-tch for proof (yeah)
no models got quilo and keisha on my bed dancin’
[?] gettin’ big-time head, no ted danson
i was a team player, wh-r-s grab with the block
now i’m jordan on crack, refusin’ to p-ss the rock
i’m ’bout to shoot every shot, whether i’m advised or not
jump shots from the locker room, three from the parking lot
win the game, everybody else’s way, i’m feelin’ tense (yeah)
we from allstars, you can’t sit kobe up on the bench (uh huh)
when we played the game, me, knowin’ just how to court
and we loyal to our team, showin’ nothin’ but support (yeah)
we was there, when we won, right there when we lost
we ain’t never ran our mouth in interviews and over flaws (uh huh)
just a piece with a pen and pad, rap version the marlow
scratch that, a quiet lawyer shooter chris partlow
right for my team, and for them i will squeeze
if you make a proposition, i’ma be checkin’ for cheese
’cause everybody’s liable
handin’ each one of you bibles for this murder recital
see, i’m not yo b-tch, see, i won’t flinch n-gg- hold up
hold up my contact and get your mama’s throat cut
your rhymes are limited, like a low-budget film in the cinema
i’m dopin’ and cut, gettin’ that -ss like enemas
and i watch you suffer, motherf-cker
you ain’t a soldier, more like sister souljah
i catch you on your sofa
barged in apartments faster than mr. roper
this liquor got me tilted like ski slopes in the snow
i’m colder than the north pole
my heart alone is seven below frozen
quick to send you n-gg-s to… h-ll… ha… d12 n-gg-

- d12

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