I Made It

[Intro: Trick Trick, Bizarre] (This shit ain't funny) Yeah, Ok! Y'all didn't know what it is, nigga? [?] The game has officially changed That's right I don't know what you thought you wanted, but you really don't want it, nigga Goon Sqwad, D12 McVay, crack they heads nigga! [Verse 1: Swifty McVay] This is the tales of the dark side I park right in front of your spot Put a hole in your car right I never been played like Beethoven I lean over that passenger side Of that Rover while its rollin', I give you hoes a makeover If pole pose has shit in his arms, I'm breakin' both of them And I'ma dash faster than locomotive After trespassing [a ram shaking/your ramshackle?] Murderin' families and it ain't no closure I cast snatcher, I stop all type of transactions When I get back on the block these niggas mashing I got the world in my palm and I'ma smash it Sprinkle the ashes in the atmosphere I'm just an animal, pass it enough to grab the back of your neck And stuff your face in a half of cake Force you to take a breath, I could care less about who you be Or what you did for the community We taking it over I'm on a shootin' spree [Hook: Trick Trick, Swifty McVay] Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling I get it I get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it Whenever I drop the line they faded Sittin' on top of the world I made it I made it, what? I made it, what? We taking over this bitch and y'all hate it [Verse 2: Trick Trick] It's the return of the aggravated assault-slash-robbery Possession with intent to deliver federal property Another assault with intent to great bodily And I ain't pleading guilty to shit, and won't cop a plea 3 strikes in and motherfuck the 4th Continue to take the 5th and I ain't going to court The life of an outlaw on the run, with G shit to do I ever get caught I'm a fourth degree habitual Just for me splittin' you and everyday ritual, 74 stitches Just from me hittin' you, the Bloods beat your ass I'ma show you what a Crip will do Nigga you don't want it with me and I ain't shitting with you Up top d cap one and black tees no holster, 30 round clip the black squeeze Verses smell Proof, looking like black cheese I'm wrapping these rap niggas up with a rap sheet [Verse 3: Bizarre] Pacquiao punches, Mayweather swag Mike Tyson attitude, Ali Jabs (Uhh...) Back at the lab, cookin' up shit Fuck your yellow pages, you ain't looking up shit Convict lunatic, no gang banger Throw the towel in like Apollo Creed's trainer (Stop the fight!) Suck everybody's dick you ain't got no choice I ain't T-Pain but I'll put something on your voice AK-47, I shoot up your crib Get your ass in the house like Michael Jackson's kid Trick trick and D12, click click and see shells 5 o'clock news catch the details And fuck weed, nigga I'm on angel dust I got some talk that makes Rosa Parks get off the bus (Get off the bus!) And god forbid if I ever get shot Give me 6 Vicodin and Michael Jackson's doc Bizarre, Bitch! [Hook: Trick Trick, Swifty McVay] Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling I get it I get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it Whenever I drop the line they faded Sittin' on top of the world I made it I made it, what? I made it, what? We taking over this bitch and y'all hate it [Verse 4: Kuniva] It's best to shut your mouth up Bullets flying through your window Hit your pit-bull, split your sister and your spouse up Gotta keep the hustle going, a Shady fuckin' omen Hollows rip your shirt like Hulk Hogan with his muscles showin' We on the paper route, if he ain't talking right, take him out I don't need cameras when I fade em out Get your platoon mob, Trick Trick Goon Squad D-12 loonie job, shooting from the roof top Gotta keep the green up, you can tell I'm seeing stuff Making mess with you, the coroner playing clean-up Do it for the gusto, what up doh You a bitch you nigga, you can take it how you want like a slut ho If it ain't about that bread then I ain't listening If she ain't talking about head then I ain't kicking it Way worst than EST about my dividends To finish you off in the hospital while I'm visiting [Hook: Trick Trick, Swifty McVay] Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling I get it I get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it Whenever I drop the line they faded Sittin' on top of the world I made it I made it, what? I made it, what? We taking over this bitch and y'all hate it [Outro: DJ Young Mase] Produced by Trick Trick, I see you! DJ Thriller, DJ Hitman, what's good? D12, Goon Squad You know what time it is It's the return of the Dozen - Volume Number Two! Don't get it twisted We still run Detroit Dirty nation tour! What up?