[Intro: Bizarre, Eminem & Swifty McVay]
Mike Strange
Welcome to our
Turn your CD's up!
WHOOOOW! Yeah! AAAHHHHHH! (Motherfuckers think they know us, huh)
Guess who's back?
D-Twizzie!-O-Trizzy!-Doc-Drizzy!-Shad'-Twizzie-slash-Aftermath!
50 Cent!-G-Unit!-Here we go!-Free Yayo!
Motherfuck-a-Benzino! They don't know we finna blow!
Someone better tell them, so

[Verse 1: Swifty McVay & Kon Artis]
You don't know 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 coldest, ferocious niggas that rhyme me
These bitches turn they back on you, acting like they ain't did shit
When you rapping never mix business up with your friendship
If you lacking up in this jungle, then what you breathe for?
Niggas's don't love you, you got habits of breaking street codes
Far as static, I automatically get medieval
When I'm after people, then I'll explode you bitches with C-4
These hoes have no insurance, bodies get repo'
Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat close
Keeping .44's where your hoes are swallowing deep throat
If you owe me dough, then you know you falling asleep, close
Niggas pupils that's what I do, I'm foolish will shoot you
Cuz' I'm coo-coo, but I don't think (Yo) niggas be taking heed though

[Chorus: Kon Artis]
See, I'm a man, and a man gon' do, what he gotta do (Yeah!)
And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you (Yeah!)
If they was really soldiers, then they would do what we do (What?)
And be loyal to crew, when crew was loyal to you (Yeah!)
See, I'm a man, and a man gon' do, what he gotta do (Yeah!)
And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you (Yeah!)
If they was really soldiers, then they would do what we do (What?)
And be loyal to crew, when crew was loyal to you (Yeah!)

[Verse 2: Bizarre]
I don't give a fuck, I'm quick to blaze chronic
Smoke on so much green, you swear I was a supersonic (Ha!)
Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to nuns and wives
Now who the fuck want to fight? (Who want?!)
Ain't nobody fucking with me, ain't nobody fucking with the D (Yeah!)
They get beat like a M-P
You heard about Bizarre taking all them drugs
You heard about Proof wilding in the clubs (Fuck you up!)
You heard about that nine that Eminem packs
You diss us, you get your fucking face cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and Stout, I'll shoot up your house
Next day, I'll pee in your mouth

[Verse 3: Obie Trice & Kon Artis]
Ayo, loyalty's first, all the bullshit second
I showed you on the record «Cheers» to who respect it
Most of these niggas neglect it
Even though it's a known method
From the hectic hood that you slept in
You wanna be an exception
That's when the weapon is leaving you half steppin'
With that 'caine in your left hand
Obie from a section that'll stain up your flesh and
Have you on bed rest
Questioning your affection for streets
D-Twizzie no question
One of the best groups that done it
And Obie is their reflection
Lil homie that know soley that loyalty is reppin'
D-Twizzie for (Yo) life, Obie Trice is second

[Chorus: Kon Artis]
See, I'm a man, and a man gon' do, what he gotta do (Yeah!)
And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you (Yeah!)
If they was really soldiers, then they would do what we do
And be loyal to crew, when crew was loyal to you (Yeah!)
See, I'm a man, and a man gon' do, what he gotta do (Yeah!)
And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you (Yeah!)
If they was really soldiers, then they would do what we do (What?)
And be loyal to crew, when crew was loyal to you

[Verse 4: Proof & Kon Artis]
Which one of you niggas wanna be bulsh' and bump heads
When I got a passion for clapping with one hand
Talent's on my roster this mobster'll dump lead
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the crib without packing my black burner
On some Chi Ali rapper to murk and have murder
Incorporated, Hitman Harry is at your service
Reach for me one more gain' and that's curtains
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 license to ill
We lost Bugz and I'll be damned if we loose another man from our clan
Without forcing our hand
Extorting your family, I'll torture your granny
For my niggas, I'm on your motherfucking (Yo) porch with a Cammy

[Chorus: Kon Artis]
See, I'm a man, and a man gon' do, what he gotta do (Yeah!)
And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you (Yeah!)
If they was really soldiers, then they would do what we do (What?)
And be loyal to crew, when crew was loyal to you (Yeah!)
See, I'm a man, and a man gon' do, what he gotta do (Yeah!)
And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you (Yeah!)
If they was really soldiers, then they would do what we do (What?)
And be loyal to crew, when crew was loyal to you (Yeah!)

[Verse 5: Kuniva & Kon Artis]
Yo, it's funny how niggas get caught alone and get bombed on
Knock your teeth in back of your throat and break your jaw bone
I'm on ignorant shit these niggas is bitch
Pass me a cigarette quick shit is finna get thick
Your man'll get split by a brutal and critical hit
With identical dents or bullets with identical prints
I'm wishing you if you come your Lieutenant's a snitch
Your timid and sick 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 your fucking Long John garments
Dirty Dozen, we deep in the street, unbelievable heat
We'll even lay you out in front (Yo) of the chief of police, motherfucker

[Chorus: Kon Artis]
See, I'm a man, and a man gon' do, what he gotta do (Yeah!)
And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you (Yeah!)
If they was really soldiers, then they would do what we do (What?)
And be loyal to crew, when crew was loyal to you (Yeah!)
See, I'm a man, and a man, gon' do what he gotta do (Yeah!)
And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you (Yeah!)
If they was really soldiers, then they would (Right now) do what we do (What?)
And be loyal to crew, when (Yeah!) crew was loyal to you (Yeah!) (Ha-ha-ha!)

[Outro: Kon Artis & Eminem]
Yeah! Yeah! D-Twizzie! (Ha!)
D12, Dirty Dozen
Nothing but family up in this motherfucker
Loyal to everything that we do
You ain't never gonna catch none of us slipping by ourself
Cause we always together
You know what I'm saying
Y'all niggas don't know what family means
Bugz watching over our ass
That's why we still alive now
Knocking y'all niggas out of the clubs and shit
Haha! Runyon Ave, baby!
Shady Records! Haha, ha!
Where your momma at, nigga?