D12 Bad News lyrics

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Bad News by D12 Bad News lyrics [Chorus] Brigade jump on a couple of punks Nigga, we bad news (We bad news, nigga) To beef for real If you step our way it's on Anybody, everybody (Oh shit) Come on Brigade jump on a couple of punks That's how we're moving it moving it moving it To beef for real If you step our way it's on Anybody, everybody (That's right) Come on [Kon Artis] We breaking every rule in the book Illegal crooks that got your mind shook Kon done with spells up Poisonous cook The Kon Artis Make way for the hell raiser Mysterious neighbor Cuttin throats with broke Coke Bottles and rusty razors I ain't the one to save you in a crisis I kick you while you're down Snatch you up and ask you who's the nicest Better say me Or I'll put your next to some vice crips And squeeze until they lifeless I stayin confidence with my mind About being good or evil I'm deceitful Lethal when I leave you Dead inside your blood brother When your hand for help reaches out We just chuckle Now where the fuck of how we is as individuals We raise wrong Politics and poverty got us head strong You dead wrong If you think you'll make it out with all your limbs Grab your camera So we can put this on film [Kuniva] Hey Don't get cut into hundreds over some dumb shit I advise you to run quick cuz we run this Guns click on the reg reg Put MCs on they death beads Either that or leavin' 'em walking on peg legs In various locations I'll be wylin' out at places I'm why they're running out Of handicap parking spaces Intense dreams You want suspense? It's endless How I massacre crews Leave you solo and friendless Contact lens less then lifeless The trifest MC You never wanna fight with Or rock a mic with Carry a knife with Da Brigade on the night shift Pack this big dick that I use to fuck your wife with You ain't the nicest Derelicts with intelligence Leaving your grill wide open like pelicans Just wait My words penetrate through your vertebrate Til it snap your neck brace And crack your chest plate [Chorus] [Kon Artis] You studies wanna job like assets Rough is ready to start teaching niggas In ass whippin' classes Breaking glasses Damage crews by the masses Shit talking like Cassius Get in your E-Class and dash bitch Kon Artis The only man that can expand the cervix With the tip of my bone Get in your girl and keep fucking Until she starts screaming "Leave me alone" Walking predacone Looking for weak grade to set it on From dusk til dawn I bomb Went through hell and remain calm The devils to stir us to fight me Just to see what type of shit that I was on Those bastards is why they got burnt And turned into crisp XXXXX With lyrics hotter than lava comes It's urgent That she splurge with Before I merge with Kuniva will make ya nerves emerge and split Heard me bitch You weren't worthy with the mic Is why I snatch it And people think and praise with words that I like With things that I say on you You need someone to spar with Put you in the back of my trunk Get in my car trick Running with nothing but thugs With the fug We more dangerous than L.A. cops with big clubs Who's arresting you when you're drunk You sick munk Spitting up bills scriptures and gumps Till you punks get the picture Get it? If rap was a whore you couldn't hit it I make it my business Twenty four seven to try and stick it [Kuniva] Gotta get it I gotta give it to you non-stop Bombs drop lyrical warfare we onslaught Dead bodies rot We making your body rock Licking them off like lollipops That the shotty pop Kuniva snatch rolex chains, watches and anklets Dissin' the stank bitch Packing heaters to make you thank quick Now ain't this Something you don't want a piece of Don't worry about waiting these ones Chillin' with me buds [Chorus]


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