D12 - Fame ft. Eminem Lyrics

D12 - Fame ft. Eminem Lyrics:

Ayo, I know it’s been a minute

But were back!!!

It’s the return of the Dozen Muthaf-ckers

Lets goooo

[Hook - Eminem]

Fame, fame, fame

I think it’s got me going crazy, ooo-ooooh

I getting lost in this game, game, game

I’m getting tired of all you naysayers, ooo-ooooh

Keep speakin’ my name, name, name

And you’ll have reason to hate me

Yeaaaah

Its like you dont want me to win

So this time i’m going in

[Verse 1]

This the life of a rah

Jager-meister and vodka

Hopping off at the club’s balcony into the crowd surfing

And when they drop me, I’m randomly socking fans

During my interviews, hocky masks, left the journalists on her ass

I’m high off Speed, driving my car at high speed

Pocket full of weed while lesbians swollow E

In the studio ignant, my engineer gon’ call police

I feel asleep on the sound board, aint did a song for weeks

And it’s ? all up in my head, giving thanks for grateful dead

Bussing in the air with 30 bitches up in my bed

I’m kickin’ em out naked, and its December

N-ggas ask me why I did it, but f-ck it I can’t remember

[Hook - Eminem]

[Verse 2]

Them boys are wildin’

Drinkin’, cussin’ and hyper smilin’

Been ridin’ for days, tour bus look like Rikers Island

Henny, Jack Daniels, spray painting a die hard fan

Little cocker spaniel, fresh outta the damn zoo

Man you, better be concious I’m backstage living it up

With a couple of sluts feeling nauseous, drinking

It’s been a couple of days since I’ve slept

My dick is sore from f-cking, when I bust there’s nothing left

Just Dozen, back on the stage

Give me my microphone

Scrapping with the audience while we perform hyper songs

Our label presented us with a plaque

Brought it on stage, and bash it to pieces with aluminum bats, thanks!

Now which one of you bitches down for the cause

Yeah I said my dick is sore but I aint say shit about my balls

Last call, then we off to the next city

Whatever I didn’t drink on my rider, bag it up and take the rest with me

[Hook]

[Eminem]

Yeah this game has got me going crazy

F-ck it I am crazy

Whats new, what kind of f-cking glue you think I’d be if I was glue

We lost Proof, he was our groups glue but where was you when we were fallin’ apart?

You were shittin on us too

But no one but us knew we were beefing cause thats what happens

When you beef with crew, it stays in your crew

Cause its just crew, but were back now

Yeah we took our time but we punched through

Only thing were in a hurry for now is to rush you

And we back to say shit you dont got the guts or the nuts too

Pussy, go pick your pussy leaves off your cunt tree, f-ck you

Atchooo, bless you

I’m allergic to pussy, sluts too

Yeah you think you’re the shit till we flush you

Have some bullshit to readjust to

Now theres just a few of us left but it’d be unjust to rob us our just dues

So Rest In Peace to Bugz and Proof, this ones for you homies we love you

But we can’t stop now we’d have too much of our blood drew from this fame

[Hook]

Eminem - Going Crazy Ft. D12 Lyrics

Eminem - Going Crazy Ft. D12 Lyrics:

(eminem)

fame, fame, fame

i think it's got me goin' crazy

ohhhohhh

i get lost in this game, game, game

i'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers

ohhhohhh

keep speaking my name, name, name

you gon' have reason to hate me

yeahhhheahhh

it's like. you. don't. want. me to win

so. this. time. i'm goin' in!

(verse 2)

(swifty)

this the life of a rocker

gave ya minds a (???)

hoppin' off of the club's balcony

into the crowd, surfin'

and when they drop me, i'm randomly sockin' fans

and when my interviews in hockey masks,

slap the journalists on they ass

i'm high off speed,

drivin' my car at high speed

pocket full of weed, while lesbians swallow e(?)

i'm in the studio, envy

my h & m, gon' call for me

cause i fell asleep on the soundboard, ain't get us off a week

so let's (???) all up in my head

get 'em back ungrateful dead

bustin' in the air, with 30 bitches up in my bed

i'm kickin' 'em out naked, and this the sympathy(?)

just ask me why i did it, well fuck it i can't remember

(chorus)

(eminem)

fame, fame, fame

i think it's got me goin' crazy

ohhhohhh

i get lost in this game, game, game

i'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers

ohhhohhh

keep speaking my name, name, name

you gon' have reason to hate me

yeahhhheahhh

it's like. you. don't. want. me to win

so. this. time. i'm goin' in!

(kuniva)

some boys are wallin(?)

drinkin', cussin', and hyper smilin'

been ridin' for days, tour bus look like ryker's island

hand me jack daniel's, spray paintin' the die hard fan

little cocker spaniel, fresh out of the damn zoo

man you, better be conscious, i'm backstage

livin' it up, with a couple of sluts feelin' nautious

we're drinkin' it's been a couple of days, since i've slept

my dick is sore from fuckin', when i bust there's nothin' left

just dust, back on the stage, give me my microphone

strappin'(?) with the audience as we perform hypersong

our label presented us with a plaque

brought it on stage, and bashed it to pieces with an aluminum bats, stanks(?)

now which one of you bitches down for the cause

yeah i said my dick is sore but i ain't say shit about my balls

i asked (???) then we off to the next city, yeah

whatever i didn't drink, all my rider(???) bag it up and take the rest with me

(chorus)

(eminem)

fame, fame, fame

i think it's got me goin' crazy

ohhhohhh

i get lost in this game, game, game

i'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers

ohhhohhh

keep speaking my name, name, name

you gon' have reason to hate me

yeahhhheahhh

it's like. you. don't. want. me to win

so. this. time. i'm goin' in!

(verse 3)

(eminem)

yeah this game has got me goin' crazy

fuck it, i am crazy

what's new, what kinda fuckin' glue you'd think i'd be if i was glue

we lost proof, he was our crew's glue

but where was you, when we were fallin' apart

you were sittin on us too

but no one but us knew we were beefin'

cause that's what happens when you beef with crew

it stays in the crew, cause it's just crew

but we're back now, yeah we took our time while our blood(?) grew

only thing we're in a hurry for now is to rush you!

and we're back, these days if you don't got the guts or the nuts to

pussy, go pick your pussy leaves off your cunt tree, fuck you

ahh choo!

bless you! i'm allergic to pussy, sluts too

yeah, you think you the shit, till we flush you

have some bullshit to readjust

still got(???) a just a few of us left, but it'd be unjust to rob us our (???) due

so rest in peace to buz(?) and proof

this one's for you homies, we love you

but we can't stop now we done had too much of our blood drew from this...

(chorus)

(eminem)

fame, fame, fame

i think it's got me goin' crazy

ohhhohhh

i get lost in this game, game, game

i'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers

ohhhohhh

keep speaking my name, name, name

you gon' have reason to hate me

yeahhhheahhh

it's like. you. don't. want. me to win

so. this. time. i'm goin' in!

D12 - Hit Me With Your Best Shot Ft. Eminem Lyrics

D12 - Hit Me With Your Best Shot Ft. Eminem Lyrics:

Come on hit me with my best ..
Come on hit me with my best ..
Hit me with the best shot, hit me with the best shot,
Hit me with the best shot, hit me with the best shot,
Hit me with the best shot, hit me with the best shot.
Come on hit me with my best,
Coke on hit me with my best
Come on hit me with my best
..what happened …stopped rappin’
I got that makes me the captain,
……
She woke up with the …
In the hills that happen …
And I’m a machine that brought Marchall back alive,
I think I would rather …..
Sometimes ..laugh at night…that’s
...my nigga …
Chorus:
Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,
Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,
Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot.
Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,
Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot,
Hit me with your best shot, hit me with your best shot.
Come on hit me with my best,
Coke on hit me with my best
Come on hit me with my best
…my nigga estimate me
….contract …one by one protect me
….upon the basement
..crazy and …your baby
…behavoiur ….soul
Got a …..
[Chorus:]
I never thought you will …hold up,
…..
Who wanna be the …who wanna ….
Like Marschall, ….
My hands … I’m stupid, I’m …
Don’t make me ….
[Chorus]
I claim …ever since then
And I ain’t …like nothing ….
You might …
….
I ain’t …get your call …
What can I say, I’m stuck on my …
You ain’t superman …with the same …
The same game cause ….
[chorus]

D12 - Kill Zone (Freestyle) Lyrics

D12 - Kill Zone (Freestyle) Lyrics:

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yeah

d12 is back in the buildin'

about to hit yall' with some freestyle shit

marry christmas motherfuckers

2011, get em' get em' yeah!

 

ayo'

im goin' up that hinne' low

cleveland he smoked, till siaked and coverd

blood and without a penny, broke

i never was a mathematician in class

division bored me, i was snoring. drempt of being

a graphic villan, then caps we pillin'

re-mash admishin. make ya' face lookin'

like a fatal crash collision. blast a 5th and.

tip, out. i'll throw you in the trunk,

kinda like an old white ladies but,

your ass is missin'

 

nigga'

you can' compare me too rick ross,

in some ways. its whenever you see the boss

you gonna' see gun play. put the torch in your face

and daffy duck in breal up. this ain't call of duty

grab the oozy get cha ' kills up.

nigga's be rollin' plus they claim they

sittin' on grands but they never tell you they

fucking gram's are golden. im so cereal.

i'll let the cannon busta, bust. in any senario.

bitch what the dilio. i could take the hardest.

 

sack then' turn it too a kiddy' show

if i find you fucked. like hide and go

giddy yo'. i am so vivid let the bullets play hide

and go get it. when i am pist off, i am so livid.

and nigga's can't fuck with us.

new nigga's or old ones.

hit' ya homies with hot hollows and grab a cold one.

who next flexin'?

i lift my two hands up.

i taken' each one, and you can forward this text message.

 

y'all know bizzares gunna say some crazy shit

say 45 goin' play shit

im amazin' bitch

im the best rapper ever

get on stage in spandex and tight as leather, lace weed, cocain twins

stop lookin' for bin laden, bin laden stay in detroit

brain, froze

can't feel my toes

all i need is an eight ball, and a picher of amborose

20 thousand, dalante west can fuck my mother

50 thousand, he can sodamize my brother

eltan john say hes a celivic fag (whats a celivic fag?)

a fag who don't like dick in his ass (wow)

damn straight

fuck it, we all going to heaven

so pull up some skinny jeans, and tongue kill john legend

im bout' to go to canada, i can't wait

tell bitches i know drake, and get my asshole ate

 

eatin' pussy, nahh that aint cool

but whats cool' is eating ass hair with food

im a rude dude

ruder then jude

baby face and if you aint attitude

and i smell food

time to eat pinky pornawoah time to beat wife went to work, time too cheat

in jail for rape somebody call reap, imma freak!

 

no survivin' this poison is hybrid

bitches escaping on this ice, then fall out the side of it

i am a human perana, with a murderus' persona

i dround a nigga' inside his own saliva and blood

the mental isilum kicked me out, of it out it, it wasnt enough

i need a higher, more minatical place to call a club

imma' cut throat

a nasty old animal

that will crack a nigga' fast as a pastsheo's and mozzeltove

i stomp a nigga' for being soft

im just a dog that opened his mouth and broke the fuckin' muzzle off

 

im cummin' for your balls

at any cost, your washed it mars skeept through his cloths like a marg maller

im not sure

stab a nigga' with rusty daggers

give em' lock jaw, where they can't open there trapper

imagine what hack saws could do to these rap frauds

you ain't thuggin

they should be knockin' on wood like jim dougin

im huggin' this glock and imma' squeez like an anaconda

thats standin' on your block ill blast

 

any bandana that i see

i'll beat cha' with your own i.v.

in a spitte, i'll put a pillow over that widdle and squeez

i've been a heaten

see i was my momma's mistake

i born tirein' im bombin where ever you basterds hibernate

they contimplate on killin me, im in the d' livin it

im at the shootin range,a nd im bustin before im in that bitch