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shane capone - detroit's illest كلمات الأغنية

yeah…uhhh
capone…dirty dozen
la la la la la la
it don’t matter

(shane capone verse)
we bringin 29 grams, uncut without the sack
make them gunz clap all in ya back like spinal tap
3_1_3 making this rap game an all out murder sport
send some hot sh_t sidelining thru your transport
now what the f_ck you thought, we still c_ck them bl__dy pistols
cooking all you fake mother f_ckers without the crisco
up in the mo you come up missing like jimmy hoffa
we mafia, connected to the mob like frank sinatra
what the f_ck is stopin ya from going rounds with the throwdown
i get wyatt earp up in these cowards without a showdown
i’m high a f_ck and i’m rollin right past ya
blastin ya all in that ass like colon cancer
you make money? mother f_cker we take money
breakin heads for this cheddar they ain’t sh_t here funny
why work a 9 to 5 when you can rob for twice the price
hittin mother f_ckers daily like an oakland bank heist

(swift verse)
that dirty dozen renegade, you done pulled the pin out my grenade
.38’s and move yo sh_t up out the way
you n_ggas won’t forget about mcvey, you got something to say
spit it out today and watch these slugs spray
from these 10 black fingers hugging these deadly millimeters
it’ll make jeff dahlmer’s look like he caught a misdemeanor
see i’m dirty so i don’t need to buy a pistol cleaner
an offical beater now let me see you with your heater
you’ll get whipped with it, tell them mother f_ckers swift did it
if you packin something special in your crib then b_tch get it
i’m physically fitted to run yo digits, when i’m out walkin
they get get scared of the dark just like some biggets
shooting me is like the lotto, you ain’t gone hit it
i’m a treat your skull like the red sea and split it
i got you scared of us n_gga admit it
be prepared to bust or you finished if you don’t handle your business
(chorus)

you got a problem with…
shane capone
you got a problem with…
d12
you got a problem with…
shane capone
you got a problem with…
d12

(bizarre verse)
i’m that n_ggas that you ain’t seen recent
pull out a nine, shoot up the 12th percent
i got different ways that i can get rid of ya
my d_ck burns leaving nasty clymitia
i battle 10 mc’s in my jail cell
your style’s worthless like old garage sells
f_ck around and get shot with this verbal weapon
my d_ck’s so long, f_ckin up b_tches intestines
f_ck the chrome i’ll diss you on the microphone
break out a poem break ya grandmother’s collarbone
now who the f_ck wanna f_ck with a n_gga who don’t give a f_ck
about a nasty ass sl_t…bizarre f_ck her in the b_tt!!!
look at all the drugs i’m abusing
battle me you’ll get burned like the cell phone i’m using
big n_gga from the midwest, smokin budda_zest
headed to jail for family
(chorus)

(kuniva verse)
right in the middle of your front porch i’ll take a p_ss
everybody i plan to slap yo i make a list
i tie you up, whoever wanna torture you take a shift
over your head full strength, break a brick
a fo_5 is louder then the nine ain’t it swift
rush the liquor store, i grab the forty, i got the fifth
bizarre you c_ckin the gun wrong take the clip
what the f_ck you talkin about i just wanna rape the b_tch
run in my house you smell dead bodies take a whiff
denaun couldn’t stand it, he just threw up his chicken strips
took a trip last week with this jamacian chick
tied her up and made her drink warm water and bacon bits
…i ain’t scared of ya’ll mother f_cker
then why you shakin b_tch!!!
break both of ya legs in different directions, make a wish
i got a bottle of amonia yo take a sniff
i’ll put ya album under my ass and take a sh_t

(kon artist)
i’m furious about my last date, she wouldn’t raped
they called it murder…guess i used too much duct tape
relentless with an a_k, your man dre
caught it right thru his celly while he was talkin to his mom (hey!)
i guess it’s safe to say that i love violence
s_xy, money & drugs, rap & remote islands
ok, i might just be a little out of line
by tellin you that everything that you own is mine
(but what) but i was born feet first, smoke forty and drink weed
got a fetish for f_ckin hoes til they ass bleed
with knock knees is how i leave half these b_tches
with the craft of witches, i cast spells that burn your britches
told you snitches that burning bridges would earn you ditches
but you ain’t listen now you in fetal positions missing
and you probably coulda got away but naw you had to run your mouth
and got fed to a pack of wolves like an entree
i’m still riding bikes naked and i’m never gonna stop
until i’m pulled over and frisked by a lady cop
we just a little past great and ya’ll just moving up
like weezy and george we rip mics with gin in our cups
(chorus)

- shane capone

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