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D12 - Kick in the Door (In Da Club remix) + Lyrics

From the Limited Edition Mixtape. (2003) Lyrics : [Proof] Go, go, go, go, go, go, go... I got P.A. at your doorway, I got Seven Mile at your door way I got Schoolcraft at your doorway, we gon' hit the hinges off your doorway For shallow tips and slugs, to put up in your mug Every nigga on your team already been plugged I'm in to breakin' necks, not in to fightin' scrubs I ain't got no love, D12, ridin' for Bugz Got hollow tips and slugs, to put up in your mug Every nigga on your team already been plugged I'm in to breakin' necks, not in to fightin' scrubs I ain't got no love, D12, ridin' for Bugz [Swifty McVay] Ha... Y'all ain't seein' Shady Records, what the fuck you thought this was? You beefin' with G-Unit, they gon' throw you out the club You try to front on Obie, you gon' have to see a slug If you fuck with Dirty Dozen we be killin' who you love, we above you bitch niggas 'Cuz y'all been kissin' ass so long your not a man, your mama just gave birth to a thong It hurts when I'm around and worse when I'm gone I smother ya, label me "murder", "dirt coverer", slash "hersh burgular" Your ass'll burn more than a lab spilled with acid And ain't gon' be goin' further than that drastic ass-kick Niggas gettin' clowned, we dick pissin', they caught pissin' sittin' down I'll snatch your wrenches, so bitches can cancel Christmas It ain't no color shit, so fuck wearing trenches, you swiming with the fishes I don't need a mask, I'll leave pictures in your kitchen I leave a nigga linched for even mentionin' a mission And all of the attention gon' be sent back to your henchmen, and they give different pigment I can't keep it lyrical, once you walk the streets they'll consider niggas "missing", its all apart of beef I keep beaters all around me, aproach me and start it, they won't eat I'll have you stealin' out of grocery markets, hoes just be retarted Supposed to be the hardest, but the only thing they smart at is posing as a target Y'all think y'all heat could stop McVay, y'all see me y'all ain't got shit to say Y'all creep, y'all peeps, y'all streets was deep, D12 don't give a fuck about you anyway... [Kuniva] Yo, Now when niggas get to babblin', bullets get to travelin' Have 'em on some Judgement Day, Jesus and Heaven shit Send your body flyin' through the air like a javelin On some Manson shit and I ain't talkin' about "Marylin" You know Kuniva, ***** I'll be rowdy as fuck, Run up on you with a gauge and blow you out of your truck And I ain't no John Goddy, more like a sawed shotty I don't wear minks, I wear full length dead bodies Whattup do'? I don't play cards, I'm real cutthroat Take the finest bitch that you datin' and run a busto Hot shots settlin' inside your stomach now it's simmerin' Bullets calm hype niggas down better than Ritalin You little son of a bitch, packin' one in a clip, you always runnin' your lip You probably born with a clit... [Interlude] "I'm the king of this muthafucka, we run shit, been runnin' it We been gettin' money around here..." "Fuck y'all niggas, this First Born, niggas..." [Gunshots and ricochets against cars and metal] [Woman screams in terror] [Proof] Cap n' Town, drop it down, got the drool in my face It's all Proof, finger streets, theres a girl in the case Had to do him, yeah I knew him, but he fronted on "P." Call town cause his mouth just runnin' on feast... Now how the fuck you gon' act like Proof is just dizzy? Everybody know me I'm the truth in the city You don't want me against ya, the inventor of beef, turn the streets of the D against ya P-Pis-P-pistol, pulverizin' the punks, period, provin' the P-power, it's painful Fuck your energy, your plain flow, I stay cold, I got more G's than Bobanga got more sugar on his payroll The Proof is in it like Prego, in Detroit I've been poppin', more than Faygo I never speak whats not true, Bush will fuck with Osama, but not Proof, D12... I got my chain your doorway, I got Promatic at your doorway I got Raw-C at your doorway, we gon' hit the fuckin' hinges off your door fo' sho' Got hollow tips and slugs, to put up in your mug, every nigga on your team already been plugged I'm in to breakin' necks, not in to fighting scrubs I ain't got no love, D12, ridin' for Bugz Got hollow tips and slugs, to put up in your mug, every nigga on your team already been plugged I'm in to breakin' necks, not in to fighting scrubs I ain't got no love, D12, ridin' for Bugz