White Chedda - 12 Shotz In Ya Back Feat. Tha Future lyrics

{*"Yo yo, yo yo yo yo yo-yo" repeated in background throughout the whole song*} [k**a-Kc] Yo.. uhh, where your bills at? Uhh, uhh Watch these motherf**ers macks like Guilian, a hooligan n***az see my face and be like "OH MY GOD, IT'S YOU AGAIN?!" It don't matter what crew you in I let loose and sent slugs, all in your face like hallucigens (ahh!) You had no clue to what the f** we do to men (uhh) Smash 'em heads with aluminum (yeah), bats if I ain't shootin 'em (take that!) I collect the loot you spend, to whom it may (b**h) concern, you learn not to f** wit Swifty McVay You'll burn n***a, I get into ya Like Drew Barrymore wit clamedia, I'm gettin rid of ya Now all the witnesses be (uhh, yeah, uhh) pointin fingers I'm serial When I bomb first, it's gon' be worse than bicentennial (haha) All ya appear when expected like cold soars When in World Wars, puttin slugs through who*e's doors The chance is all yours, so motherf**er take it (uh-huh) Treat ya life like it's sacred or get robbed bu*t-naked (uhh) [White Chedda] Guess who's back, it's Mister f**-All-Y'all (what!?) Ya n***az get my balls, quick to break all ya laws (yeah) I'm smokin hashin green wit the mayors Smack the mic out ya hand, quicker than Lawerence Taylor (haha) I shoot up ya whole block for no apparent reason n***az ain't comin back like Barry Shunder's next season (ya down!) Bizarre from the Outsidaz, smoke like easy riders (haha) Hindu n***az off like a plate of appetizers Your girl talk trash (shut up!) n***a I'ma buck her (That b**h got AIDS) What that gotta do wit me f**in her? Disrespect my squad, watch me start swarmin (uh-huh) You hear so much stuff you just think Kurt Franklin was performin Bizarre half dead, full of dough and bread (what?) Make opponents fit with your local crackhead (uhh) I'm doing a promo, live at the (?) (yeah) with some h*mos drippin wit the electrifyin mojo [Chorus:J-Murda] Cause the only motherf**ers that'll die tonight Smoke weed and c**aine just to get you high Motherf**ers come prepared cause they startin to fight Stab you dead in your back wit a rusty kniiife! Cause the only motherf**ers that'll die tonight Smoke weed and c**aine just to get you high Motherf**ers come prepared cause they startin to fight Stab you dead in your back wit a rusty kniiife! [J-Murda] Aiyyo, talkin sh** will only get you f*gs high (uh-huh) You gon' get your dad shot, take his portable labtop (gimmie that) (hey!) You probably heard that you now we stealin halfs and food stamps, dining room sets and gold lamps (uh-huh) I'm drunk as hell cussin out old tramps (shut up!) Like the boy scouts did up camp and hit more licks than stamps I'm quick to crash, let the shottie blast Grab the dolly and drag the bodies of n***az that lolly gagged Finish; you might as well climb in this body bag so the E.M.S. won't waste time puttin your a** in it (hey) I'm out cold like bums and frost bite in blizzards Dirty Dozen be payin rappers, run freely, visit {*PUNCH*} A big portion pa**ed a normal artist with a deal (uh-huh) I'm heartless, comin outta battles scarless wit the sk** For real, I feel I was born to lyrically k** at will Wit the power to sell wheel I'm k**ed (I'm serious!) Damn my man is ill, so don't you get caught Kuniva, obliterate rappers with just a meare cough I'm fierce, hungry on the prawl so you're aloud to run before I drop the mic and jump in the crowd with a gun {*PUNCH*} Shootin blind, hittin turntables and speakers DJs and bouncers be catchin bullets through they beepers [Verse Four:k**a-Kc] Yo, yo, uh-huh I embrace violence (uh-huh), loud mouth to hate silence (yeah) A grace tirent to encourage kids to go rob (?) (smoke weed) A bus driver that's near-sighted I could see a** but not people I'm supposed pick up from stops cause I ride pa**ed it (hey stop!) Who the hell you know jump in a lake of piranas Go to church just to slain ganja and driven off drama f** ya mama, I'd k** her for stackin sh** that high Your nose got shot cause I missed your eye A wise guy who get high off his own supply Zombie fire ya own family and make you verify The corpses, had his horsemen and'll leave your stage torchin Screamin "Beat" as soon as I show, ya n***az fault then (let's leave!) Beats bang, got ears bleedin throughout this That's why people ignore you, like you ain't even talkin You chit-chatted and got splatted by disease Be attict and spits spontaneous like Greg Maddux I cut 'em off crooked in ganja green Ya mans is high, get ignorant, or beats, by loosin his spleen Your troop'll be seen as soon my team get on We ruinin citys like "Godzilla" through Hong Kong You ding-dong dummys ain't dumb enough to try and dodge bullets As soon as I pull it, I douse 'til you're full of it I love beef, I'm mackin lit wit the heat My technique is well spoken even when I don't speak I sent a n***a twistin wit heat so many times that when he knownful he facin the back of his feet [Verse Five:White Chedda] I'ma fall to those sworn, I split your capricorn and forewarn your first born and forms a snow storm I flip caps, like Kittins on gym mats and get under your skin fast Battle me, I'm Slim (?), I crack brains like egg shells and scramble your brain cells and shatter your veins well The fatter the pains well (hahaha) Who wanna jump, plainly rob with this pistol? (what?) Step back, drew heat without heal like I was Sisqo (ahh!) Sicko, individual, from the get go (uh-huh) Stab you wit the pencil just to watch the blood trickle Tickle you to d**h then I rhyme like Don Ripples (hahahaha) Crack you in the back with an ax, I hide sickles (AHHH!) I got three dimes in my hands and three nickels (uh-huh) Leavin a bad taste ya mouth like sweet pickels (haha!) I'll ask to borrow ya car then drive through a police station Jump out then start shootin like a bunch of crazed Haitians Plus I'm too skinny cause my attitude is sh**ty Plus my record label shifty, it's enough to make me pretty (what?) I'll make you mother hate me, you could place ya car bets (what?) Call me a vigilante like my man Benard (?) [Chorus:J-Murda] [Verse Six:E.J.] The only things missin is for me to shatter these ba*tards Cause I breathe toxic fumes and spit battery acid and had to be a drastic situation for you to step through the ghetto snort size gun powder and pounce fortys and jet fumes, NECESS FUEL! We make the sh** shake, to break the break to tearin rappers out the brain, like ex-b**hes picture (ha) So look when I'm tore up off liquor I'll steal ya mics and beat your DJ down with his own muh'f**in mix uhh (b**h, stay down!) The name is Don I spit on rappers and they wifeys Bang yo' b**h when you ain't home and walk out wit yo' Nikes (your lyin) Yeah I might be (what?) Just ask her where she got them bruises on her a** cause all 'em knucks stay on the night (shut up b**h) The mighty whitey, I drive you rappers f**in crazy You wonderin "How the hell my lady had this white baby!" (what?!) In the richest city, the crew and 'em suit me name Leavin you (?) like J.F.K. and juniors playin [Verse Seven:Eddie-G] I'm nasty, I hack a loogy in your face {*HACH*} Then dig in my a** crack before I fix your dinner plate (eat this) For evil sakes, I k** man for penny weight What plenty hate, I took out my many dates (b**h) I'm the addition that make you fled pissin If you stay there they'll find your body with your head missin (AHH!) You're dread dissin, so it wouldn't be wise too You know you biggers f** but they make coughers in your size too Trespa**, and you will get your chest mad The Lord's prayer, it would keep you outta (?) well (Our father, AMEN!) I love drama, I make fems like Madonna (Like a Virgin!) I'm f**in ya moms, granny, and great grandmama [Chorus:J-Murda] Yo, hahaha, what? Hahaha, yo yo yo, Da Ruckus in the house I thought ya KNEEEW! Hahaha, haha, Bizarre - ill or not Detriot City Y'AALL! Yeah, Swifty McVay, don't stop boy The game, hahahaha-ha, D-12, where your mama at? Da Ruckus, PEEIN, I'M PEEIN ON YOU, I'M PEEIN ON YOU! What the f.. I'M PEEIN ON YOU! Yo we out, hurry up [Chorus 2X] Cause the only motherf**ers gonna die tonight {*music fades*}