Song lyrics Loyalty by D12

[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
Cuz´ 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
´Cuz 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 *****?