1883D-12 - Loyalty
		  
              [Eminem] 
Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Mutha'Fucka's think they know us) 
G-g-g-g Guess whos back? D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie! 
Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, slash Aftermath! 
Fiftycent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo! 
Mutha'fucka!, Benzino!, They don't know we finna' blow! 
Someone betta' tell them so. . . 
[Swifty McVay] 
You don't me, 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 potest' furocious niggas that rhyme 
These bitches turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did shit 
When you rappin' never mix bussiness up with your friendship 
If you lackin' up in this jungle, then what you breathe fo'? 
niggas's don't love you, you got habits of breaking street codes 
Far as static, I automaticly get medieval 
When i'm after people, then i'll explode you bitches with C-4 
These hoe's, have no insurance, bodies get repo' 
Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat close 
Keepin' .44's where you're hoes are swallowing deep throat 
If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep, close 
nigga's 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 heat tho' 
(Chours x2) 
[Kon Artist] 
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 and crew was loyal to you 
[Bizarre] 
I don't give a fuck, i'm quick to blaze chronic 
Smoke on so much green, use twelves and supa-sonic 
Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to 'Nuns and Wifes 
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 wil'ing 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. . 
[Obie Trice] 
Aiyyo, 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 exeption 
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 
Questionin' you're affection for streets 
D-Twizzie no question 
One of the best groups that done it 
And Obie is their reflection 
Lil' homey that know sowly that loyalty is reckin' 
D-Twizzie fo' life, Obie Trice is second. . 
(Chours x2) 
[Proof] 
Which one of you niggas wanna' be ?boltion? bump heads 
When I got a passion for clappin'. . .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 T. Ali rapper to merk a have murda 
Incorporated, Hitman Herry is at you're service 
Reach for me one more gain' and thats closed 
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 liecense to ill 
We lost Bugz and i'll be damed if we loose another man from our clan 
Without forcing our hand 
Estorting you're family, i'll torture you're granny 
For my *****'s, i'm on you're motherfucking porch with a 'Cammy 
(Chours x2) 
[Kuniva   Kon Artis] 
Yo its funny how niggas get caught along (and get bombed on) 
Knocking teeth in back of you're throat (and break you're jaw bone) 
(I'm on ignorant shit) these niggas is bitch 
Pass me a cigarrete quick (shit is finna' get thick) 
Yo' man i'll get split (by a brutal and critical hit) 
With identical dent (or bullets with identical prints) 
I'm wishing you if (you come you're Lutenints a snitch) 
You teminant fick (and we know you ain't finna' do shit) 
I'll stick with my clique (The Kon Artist Bomb Artist) 
Kuniva The Rida' (Shooting through you're fucking Long John garmets) 
Dirty Dozen (We deep in the street) 
Unbelivable heat, we'll even lay you out infront of the chief of police 
Muthafucka' 
(Chours x2) 
(Outro) 
[Kon Artist] 
Yeah! D-Twizzie 
D12, Dirty Dozen 
Nothing but family up in this muthafucka' 
Loyal to everything that we do 
You ain't neva' gonna' catch none of us slippin by ourself 
'Cuz we always together 
You know what i'm sayin . . 
Y'all niggas don't know what family means 
Bugz watching over our ass 
Thats why we still alive know 
Knocking yall niggas outta the clubs and shit 
Haha! Runyan Av. Baby! 
Shady Records! 
Where yo' mamma at nigga?