Kick In The Door

[Hook 1: Proof]

Go, go, go, go

Go, go

I got P.A. at your doorway

I got Seven Mile at your doorway

I got Schoolcraft at your doorway

We gon' kick the hinges off your doorway for shallow

Tips and slugs, to put up in your mug

Every nigga on your team already been plugged

I'm in to breakin' necks, not in to fightin' scrubs

I ain't got no love, D12 ridin' for Bugz

Got hollow tips and slugs, to put up in your mug

Every nigga on your team already been plugged

I'm in to breakin' necks, not in to fightin' scrubs

I ain't got no love, D12, ridin' for Bugz

[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]

Ha

Y'all ain't seein' Shady Records, who the fuck you thought this was?

You beefin' with G-Unit, they gon' throw you out the club

You try to front on Obie, you gon' have to see a slug

If you fuck with Dirty Dozen, we be killin' who you love

We above you bitch niggas 'cause y'all been kissin' ass so long

You're not a man, your mama just gave birth to a thong

It hurts when I'm around and worse when I'm gone

I smother ya, label me "murderer", "dirt coverer"

Slash "hersh burglar"

Your ass'll burn more than a lab spilled with acid

It won't be goin' further than that drastic ass-kick

Niggas gettin' clowned, we dick pissin'

They caught pissin' sittin' down

I'll snatch your wrenches, so bitches can cancel Christmas

It ain't no color shit, and fuck wearing trenches

You swimming with the fishes (nigga)

I don't need a mask, I got pictures in your kitchen

I leave a nigga linched for even mentionin' a mission

And all of the attention gon' be sent back to your henchmen

And they get different pigment

I can't keep it lyrical, once you walk the streets

They'll consider niggas "missing", it's all apart of beef

I keep beaters all around me, approach me and start it

They won't eat I'll have you stealin' out of grocery markets

Hoes just be retarded, supposed to be the hardest

But the only thing they smart at, is posing as a target

[Bridge: Swifty McVay]

Y'all think, y'all heat could stop McVay

Y'all see me, y'all ain't got shit to say

Y'all creep, y'all peeps, y'all streets was deep

D12 don't give a fuck about you anyway

[Verse 2: Kuniva]

Yo

Now when niggas get to babblin', bullets get to travelin'

Have 'em on some Judgement Day, Jesus and Heaven shit

Send your body flyin' through the air like a javelin

On some Manson shit and I ain't talkin' about "Marylin"

You know Kuniva, nigga I'll be rowdy as fuck

Roll up on you with a gauge and blow you out of your truck

And I ain't no John Gotti, more like a sawed shotty

I don't wear minks, I wear full length dead bodies

Whadup do'? I don't play cards, I'm real cutthroat

Take the finest bitch that you datin' and run a busto

Hot shots settlin' inside your stomach now it's simmerin'

Bullets calm hype niggas down better than Ritalin

You little son of a bitch, packin' one in a clip

You always runnin' your lip, you probably born with a clit

[Interlude]

"I'm the king of this muthafucka, we run shit, been runnin' it

We been gettin' money around here"

"Fuck y'all niggas, this First Born, niggas"

(Gunshots and ricochets against cars and metal)

(Woman screams in terror)

[Verse 3: Proof]

Cap n' Town, drop it down, got the drool in my face

It's all Proof, finger streets, just caught in the case

Had to do him, yeah I knew him, but he fronted on "P."

Called out 'cause his mouth just runnin' on feast

Now how the fuck you gon' act like Proof is just dizzy?

E'rybody know me, I'm the truth in the city

You don't want me against ya, the inventor of beef

Turn the streets of the D against ya

P-Pis-P-pistol, pulverizin' the punks, period

Provin' the P-power, it's painful

Fuck your energy, your plain flow, I stay cold

I got more Gs in my bank account than Suge got on his payroll

The Proof is in it like Prego

In Detroit I've been poppin', more than Faygo

I never speak what's not true

Bush will fuck with Osama, but not Proof

D12

[Hook 2: Proof]

I got my chain your doorway

I got Promatic at your doorway

I got Raw-C at your doorway

'Cause we gon' hit the fuckin' hinges off your door fo' sho'

Got hollow tips and slugs, to put up in your mug

Every nigga on your team already been plugged

I'm in to breakin' necks, not in to fightin' scrubs

I ain't got no love, D12 ridin' for Bugz

Got hollow tips and slugs, to put up in your mug

Every nigga on your team already been plugged

I'm in to breakin' necks, not in to fighting scrubs

I ain't got no love, D12, ridin' for Bugz

[Outro]

Alright hold on, Proof just sent me back in the booth

You know I'm sayin', 'cause I was a little too harsh

You know I'm sayin', that's how Downtown niggas get down

You can catch me down there, Griz one state

But um, I'ma put it like this man

Real niggas, real street niggas

If you got beef with a nigga, you don't, you don't put kids in it, you know I'm sayin'

Real niggas, you don't have to speak on a nigga's kid

Another thing dog, when your man's need you, and he put you on

You don't turn your fuckin' back on him, you know I'm sayin'

And for the two niggas that I'm talkin' about, you feel me dog

But believe me, it's all coming to a end