[Eminem-intro]   Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Mutha'Fucka's think they know us)   G-g-g-g Guess whos back? D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie!   Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, slash Aftermath!   Fiftycent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo!   Mutha'fucka!, Benzino!, They don't know we finna' blow!   Someone betta' tell them so. . .      [Swifty McVay]   You don't me, McVay and I doubt if you understand me   Why would I give a fuck about you if we ain't family?   I roll with a chosen few, and those of you that's behind me   Witness the most potest' furocious *****s that rhyme   These bitches turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did shit   When you rappin' never mix bussiness up with your friendship   If you lackin' up in this jungle, then what you breathe fo'?   *****s's don't love you, you got habits of breaking street codes   Far as static, I automaticly get medieval   When i'm after people, then i'll explode you bitches with C-4   These hoe's, have no insurance, bodies get repo'   Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat close   Keepin' .44's where you're hoes are swallowing deep throat   If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep, close   *****'s pupils that's what I do, i'm foolish will shoot you   'cause' i'm coo-coo, But I don't think *****s can take in heat tho'      [Chorus x2]      [Kon Artis]   See i'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do   And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you   If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do   And be loyal to crew and crew was loyal to you      [Bizarre]   I don't give a fuck, i'm quick to blaze chronic   Smoke on so much green, use twelves and supa-sonic    Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to 'Nuns and Wifes   Now who the fuck want to fight?   Ain't nobody fucking with me, Ain't nobody fucking with the D'   They get beat like a M-P   You heard about Bizarre taking all them drugs   You heard about Proof wil'ing in the clubs   You heard about that nine that Eminem packs   You diss us, you get you're fucking face cracked   I'm from 7 Mile and stout, I'll shoot up you're house   Next day, i'll pee in you're mouth. .      [Obie Trice]   Aiyyo, loyalty's first, all the bullshit second   I showed you on the record, Cheers to who respect it   Most of these *****s neglect it   Even though it's a known method   >From the hectic hood that you slept in   You wanna' be an exeption   That's when the weapon is leaving you're half stepping   With that 'caine in you're left hand   Obie from a section that'll stain up you're flesh and   Have you on bare breast   Questionin' you're affection for streets   D-Twizzie no question   One of the best groups that done it   And Obie is their reflection   Lil' homey that know sowly that loyalty is reckin'   D-Twizzie fo' life, Obie Trice is second. .      [Chorus x2]      [Proof]   Which one of you *****s wanna' be ?boltion? bump heads   When I got a passion for clappin'. . .with one hand   Talent's on my roster this mobster's in dump land   Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds   Never leave the crib without packing my black burner   On some T. Ali rapper to merk a have murda   Incorporated, Hitman Herry is at you're service   Reach for me one more gain' and thats closed   For life as D12, no ice and spreewells   Every night that I chill in, I fight by free-will   Knowing I can be killed   Leaving my group, pieces of proof with a reason to shoot   And a liecense to ill   We lost Bugz and i'll be damed if we loose another man from our clan   Without forcing our hand   Estorting you're family, i'll torture you're granny   For my *****'s, i'm on you're motherfucking porch with a 'Cammy      [Chorus x2]      [Kuniva + Kon Artis]   Yo its funny how *****s get caught along (and get bombed on)   Knocking teeth in back of you're throat (and break you're jaw bone)   (I'm on ignorant shit) these *****s is bitch   Pass me a cigarrete quick (shit is finna' get thick)   Yo' man i'll get split (by a brutal and critical hit)   With identical dent (or bullets with identical prints)   I'm wishing you if (you come you're Lutenints a snitch)   You teminant fick (and we know you ain't finna' do shit)   I'll stick with my clique (The Kon Artis Bomb Artist)   Kuniva The Rida' (Shooting through you're fucking Long John garmets)   Dirty Dozen (We deep in the street)   Unbelivable heat, we'll even lay you out infront of the chief of police   Muthafucka'      [Chorus x2]      [Kon Artis-outro]   Yeah! D-Twizzie   D12, Dirty Dozen   Nothing but family up in this muthafucka'   Loyal to everything that we do   You ain't neva' gonna' catch none of us slippin by ourself   ''cause we always together   You know what i'm sayin . .   Y'all *****s don't know what family means   Bugz watching over our ass   Thats why we still alive know   Knocking yall *****s outta the clubs and shit   Haha! Runyan Av. Baby!   Shady Records!   Where yo' mamma at *****?