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?