Canon Lyrics - Return Of The Dozen Vol. 2 - D-12

[Verse 1: Swift] 

A loose canon, 

when they see the strap, they scatter 

I got bitches busting out of their clothes like Bruce Banner 

I roll thick as Britannicas 

, niggas push the panic button 

Breathing harder than Darth Vader, 

when I confront em 

Stunting in front of your people? I treat that ass like Evel Knievel 

Crush every bone in your cerebral, 

I drink liters when I see you 

Don't give a fuck about who you is 

I split on your people, you're loony, 

gonna get Uzi-fed 

You Can't touch this, 

they pray that I will stop 

My Glock have these hoes shaking like Michael J Fox 

before we pop 

, we smack heads 

For that dope I find me a pipe to crack heads 

Leave 'em bleedin' in the streets 

And you can see me leaving the scene with bloody cleats 

You can follow these feet and meet me in the alley 

There's no hiding 

and I'mma creep you from behind like Bishop 

And I ain't yelling Riverside 

A lotta police died 

I fucked up they stinging operation 

By swarm in their ass like a beehive 

I cause havoc, you can't stop it 

I cock it, 

and walk with caution tape in my back pocket 

High off oxycotin vodka, And I'mma talk more shit 

Than Andy Milanokis and knock me out a bouncer 

I slam my counselor, can't talk me out of this massacre 

And I be shootin' up his office with a Calico 

[Verse 2: Fuzz Scoota] 

Beef when I shucking and driving 

They tucking the guns, we tucking the knives 

And Bizarre snatchin' the keys like "Fuck it I'm Driving" 

Jump on the sidewalk park on your kids 

On Bizzy's nuts cause he's driving 

Kuniva waving an empty 5k niggas ducking and hiding 

Swift fucking that gay-ass 23 sounds so fucking surprising 

Wentworth, my niggas having discussions of diving 

Party City, spend a couple of bucks on disguises 

I'm so far away, to niggas I'm on the horizon, 

network of shooters behind me like I fuck up Verizon 

You bitches looking soft with your flyers and your softer tires 

Have your fingernails ripped of with pliers 

Well off with tires, leave my initial exhaust with fires 

Doing donuts on your block, nothing but the cost of tires 

Boss with fires, like I've been tossed in fire 

For what will never be a task cause I shut shit down 

On your block with the hammers like talk that fuck shit now! 

Got a kush habit, person who I fuck with pounds 

Gun fetish, I fucks with rounds, 

every bitch I fucks with's down 

And for one hand, she suck dick now 

She on some smut shit now, or met a boy with a nut drip down 

Ever since I was a young buck I kept money under the matress 

This Dr. Dre, is gonna to be another fucking stabber 

This is what happens, this is a fucking chain reaction (All Aboard!) 

Bitch, you looking at the captain! 

Come get this ass-kicking, Bizarre party high and join the ass licking 

I'm past trippin, never went to high school I was class skippin' 

G.O.A.T. slinger, new head-banger, 

Wu-Tang member, 39th chamber 

Sunni Muslim, out here living real foul 

Pray 5 times a day, then eat a pig and a cow, WOW 

Robber with no mask, broken arm with no cast 

Oak Park High School, EP and Thad 

Cold as ice, matter of fact, I'm too cool 

Strangle you with an inner tube (uh.) 

Check a nigga's oil like I work for Jiffy Lube (Stab a nigga!) 

Fuck a gun, bitch, I hit yo ass with a dart 

And how much you owing, you ain't gonna have no fucking heart (bitch!) 

Drink water, be smart; Fuck Superman, be Clark! 

The wild-ass animals, they coming after dark (hahaha!) 

Return of the Dozen, motherfucker, part 2 

2 middle fingers, and I'm sayin' "FUCK YOU!" 

Gangbanging, we always down for a fight 

And we throw them letters up quicker than fuckin' Vanna White 

Hennessy on Sprite, me and Tina no ice 

(Bite a nigga's ear off) Bitch don't forget about Mike! 

Yo, I'm down for my niggas 

So die for me, no fakin' (un-uh) 

And when it's on, the only question is whose car we taking? (Let's go!) 

That's called brotherhood, live from the east side 

A murder fest is taking place, we ride when the G's ride 

So off with your head, I leave you coughing up red fluid 

I'll do it, police interfere then it's officer dead 

I swear, let me hear you talk to the feds 

And I'mma get your brother shanked for a carton of squares 

Break you down like the kilo 

On your wedding day climb out from under the gazebo 

Pull you out of your tuxedo 

Drunk at the casino with some clean hoes and clean clothes 

With a pack of goons and every picture is the mean pose (Yes ma'am) 

Return of the Dozen, for thinking shit sweet 

I'll put one in your muffin, right in front of your cousin (oh shit!) 

Tell your mom to stop wantin' my lovin' 

Put a shot into a pregnant chick's stomach, put one in her oven 

I'll milk carton your little niece, yeah the bitch missin' 

I'm dead wrong but you just dead, big difference! 

Chunky rings on the finger leave a bunch of imprints 

Body in the trunk stinkin', lightin' a bunch of incense (ewww) 

I see dead people like The Sixth Sense 

They walk around alive and they don't even know they're dead until the 5th hit (fuck!) 

Nigga where them bitches at, pimp shit and bring the bread 

Meet me in the back room and tell your girl I need some head (right now!) 

You don't want a problem, street sweeper hit your dingy ass 

With the four fifths or greet him at the door with your friendly ass 

Now rockin' with a crazed nigga, stocking cap over the face 

Made nigga, K splitter, grave digger 

Y'all a bunch of coochy-actin' bitches 

Now the checks flyin' 

The old G's will tell you, wet pussy is the best kind