13 MC's

[Intro: Bizarre] Yo We gon' take this brief intermission To show you how we get down in the D' Song called 8 Mile We gon' let [?backwards audio] emcees from Detroit Lose it Ya'll motherfuckers ready? [Intro: ?] Ay Young Mase Drop that shit my nigga! [Intro: DJ Young Mase] Ya'll know what time it is? Welcome to Detroit city! My niggas from D12 went to the hood And grabbed 13 emcees! Ya'll niggas gotta step your game up! Shit's gettin' serious out here! [Verse 1: P.L.] I'm the sickest nigga coughing up flames in a dirty glove[?] All I gotta do is keep the pistol and work the buzz Not from the D' but I earned the love Besides it ain't where you from, its how you hold the burner cuz! And if you hold it straight forward and click clack and grip your wrist that'll take away from the kickback But if you hold it sideways when you grip straps aim it at his face until you hear [?] [Verse 2: Marv Won] The Detroit General, FK mobster[?] My boys I send at you, SK hotter[?] My toys'll injure you; lets play doctor Put your insides outside with the chopper Marv Won - he thorough with his, he'll walk through every borough there is Thug pose with a snub nose make ya man [?] [?] need a girdle for his, he gonna wake you up [Verse 3: Stretch Money] Stretch Money I'm an east side nigga Roll solo I don't need my niggas But don't get it fucked up I'm running with some real ones I done lucked up [?] novocaine, shouts to the boss man This hot shit fresh from the saucepan I'm too fly motherfucker I'm offland And I'm top quality yous a offbrand [Verse 4: Rare] If I see these haters mean mugging when theyre staring a lot I'm from D' so if they want it they can stare at the Glock Ain't no [?] ain't no slacking in my pimpin' When grippin' on this MAC10 I'm attackin' and you drippin' Grinning as you gaspin' and I'm laughin' as you spittin' Fuck yelling, I'm just blastin' when I'm trippin' And you can hear a sense of passion when I'm spitting I love this rap game because every time I rap you [?] [Verse 5: Famous] Famous boss is crystal clear I had an east[?] on your head like them all start fitters[?] like the Pistons wear (East side) Go ahead lollygag, wear them zip to the head [?] hope you used to a bodybag I'm in that new SL - the top lift and go Ice all around it kid, I ain't slippin' though Ks I lift and blow, and light the sidewalk up like MJ in the Billie Jean video [Verse 6: X-Factor] X-Factor in the hustle as a youngin' was a caddie golfer[?] At fifteen I rob niggas, get them baggies off 'em Now I'm grown I let that 'matic toss em Only time you call static when you faggots outta fabric softener I'm a boss some mags out[?] Mask out, parked in front of Dads house If you lucky you gettin dragged out, if not niggas clap his [?wig clap his ribs for a slammer] [Verse 7: T-Flame] I'm a future in the present, maybe a present from the future I tear up vests with them Rugers Send you to the Ss[?] with Wesses cuz I'm a shooter Shells in your whole family back like the koopas I let [?] You know the [?coles] the rules I expose you fools I go hard 'til your soldiers lose I don't care cuz I barely got a soul like bowling shoes [Verse 8: Quest MCODY] ? you know me it'll never be an issue When them pistols split ya tissues .40 blowing like a whistle so How you rock with that When MCODY cock it back Have your head rocking back like you in a boxing jab Real [?] stoppin black, cuz when I pop the MAC You better run like your head in a stocking cap And I'ma carry heat Lay ya down very deep You'll fuckin' die talkin' fly like a parakeet [Break: DJ Young Mase] Wait a minute! 8 million records sold! And we still in the hood! D12! 13 emcees! Young Mase AKA The Future! Lets go! [Verse 9: Swann] Big Swann is the name Thick blondes in the range Big wrist, big fish in the pond is the game [?Faded]-out afro, black framed spectacles .40 caliber next to these six inch testicles Freestyle savant, eatin' up the comp First I piece 'em up then clean 'em up like DuPont So you wanna be a ghost writer? Well you really will when I flame your face like the ghost rider [Verse 10: Three] Ya nigga Three known for usin' them guns Catch you lyin' on the crack[?] and have to rip off your tongue If you wanna bitch - ruin your shit and two in the clip Syphilis strapped up stickin the bitch I wish a nigga woulda tried doin' ridicuous shit A Maze[?] virus in your blood screaming "It gets no sicker than this!" Position your clique, my hands itchin' the itch I'll rip your head off and let your brain waves listen to this [Verse 11: Young Who?] I'm on top of this - niggas better recognise Lyrical genocide if you ain't a friend of mine Yeah I heard of your clique Cross me and you might be the victim of a permanent limp [?] your whip up, shoulda kept your lips shut Now you on a peace route, talkin' 'bout "Lets talk it out" I go dumb, borderline retard Bipolar, spot roller, Glock holder, don't get me started [Verse 12: Young Miles] I don't gotta talk, lil' nigga I'ma ride Bitch I'ma a shoot, nigga you a drive[?] Young Miles I set these streets on fire This chick is a bitch and this snitch probably wired The .45 yeah I ride with the shit, BK[?] the nine, you must be dividing some shit You got the Ruger? Let it loose Nigga I'm the truth and I'm harder than reindeer hooves [Verse 13: Guilty Simpson] I gotta crew hard I let two spark I'm a boss, call shots like pool sharks I put you in the hole for talking shit When the beefs on I might off ya bitch Doughs all I see I'm like Hamilton - when I put the mask on RIP I'll wet ya face and for your own welfare you'll get your section 8 [Outro: DJ Young Mase] There you have it! Young Mase! 13 MCs! D12! We run Detroit! Ya'll know what time it is! Step yopur game up!