D12 - Slow Your Roll lyrics
[D12 - Slow Your Roll lyrics]
Guess who, New shit! D12 World, D Twizzy!
You don't got a reason and don't want no beef
You ain't got no ends to justify the means
You don't got a cause
You better put it on pause
You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
So whatever it is you thinking
That's got you gassed
You better start rethinking and
Thinking it fast
Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
You better pump them brakes and
Let off the gas (Swift)
And slow your roll
Sinister, a menace to many, I'm not friendly
You get shot in a Kennedy fashion
Pop willingly you walking around
With Pac's identity
I'm a mockery you 'bout to watch
What it's fin to be
I'm not mentally focused but lyrically
We got it locked
And it's not about dropping albums
I'll sock a nigga on the spot
You can't help it but to
Imagine this walking massacre
A madman strapped with a Magnum blow
That spasm out ya back
And just stand there and
Snatch your medallion
See I can't fear any nigga
That can not happen
The immaculate Mac handler
That got this wrapping by the
Back of his neck
A scavenger I'm a threat then you feel me
Like a hand full of syringes
I'm ill enough to scream at your front do'
Blow it off the hinges (nigga)
I'm marksmatic
Depressed marksman outta walking
'Cause soon your body they catch
Me shooting up your carcass
So don't provoke shit, I wish the whole
Mankind was a neck so I can choke it
Ferocious and you ain't gonna be
Knowing where ya folks is
Fuck the milk cartons and posters, it's over
They ghosts (hey)
Niggas is bitch instead of digging a ditch
I'ma see how filled this river can
Get even bitches get hit
I'm raw dog on all fours
I'm barking with long claws
Just fight for the wrong cause
Your boss with thong drawers (oh no)
You ain't in my bracket bitch
Following faggots
With wanksta tats on their ass, see ya
These scrubs need to do what he
Love and just play the back
Before I'll put a sword on ya
Head like a Raider cap
You bust I'm spraying back
Leave your hood laying flat
Now what you gonna say to that?
You don't got a reason and don't want no beef
You ain't got no ends to justify the means
You don't got a cause
You better put it on pause
You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
So whatever it is you thinking
That's got you gassed
You better start rethinking and
Thinking it fast
Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
You better pump them brakes and
Let off the gas (Bizarre)
And slow your roll
Pull up new county truck, throw up, blow up
Beat a handicap bitch up
Fuck butter I killed the DJ
I don't need you, bitch
I got a instant replay
Lay down bitch get butt naked
And fuck the Viagra I'm trying
To nut in two seconds all around the world
Fuck wit' different cliques
You ain't got no weed get the
Fuck out my room bitch
I'm calm but I steal on
Niggas like I was klepto
Put that chrome shit to ya
Head like you was Destro
Why stop niggas, why not pop niggas
We cop figures
Keep them toast like IHOP nigga
We breathe dirt so be alert
Or get them guns on ya chest like
A welcome to the hood T-shirt
Let's go back before throw backs
Before I dro sacks i used to blow gats
Bullets'll find you like a LoJack
I'm hopeless, a ferocious dosage of dope shit
A culprit of culture and a chaotic commotion
Kuniva will blow shit off of
The map and post it
Knock you out of your penny loafers
Fuck that ho shit
You don't got a reason and don't want no beef
You ain't got no ends to justify the means
You don't got a cause
You better put it on pause
You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
So whatever it is you thinking
That's got you gassed
You better start rethinking and
Thinking it fast
Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
You better pump them brakes and
Let off the gas and slow your roll
I point my fingers to the ground
Throw my waist to left of me
To knuckle should ship like a Em
Upside down and you best be
On your p's and q's people we sees to use
No one see's your views
So now you see's exclusives
And put it in your little magazine
But you should
Know that was the most desperate
Thing that you could
Pull out of your crotch you
Faggots all owe us much
Start doing heroin lines for as
Much as you gossip
Like bitches with Oscars, y'all actresses
45's make bodies flip like flabby tit's
Bullets coming at your doom like
A buck up 6th
Now what the fuck you gonna do to
Get up out of this shit?
Your record was released 17 years
Ago you dumb bitch
Do the math, you'll never have a Shady
Aftermath Runyon Ave
Kind of staff to back that ass
Up so back that ass up
Before we clap that ass up
You don't got a reason and don't want no beef
You ain't got no ends to justify the means
You don't got a cause
You better put it on pause
You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
So whatever it is you thinking
That's got you gassed
You better start rethinking and
Thinking it fast
Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
You better pump them brakes and
Let off the gas and slow your roll
Nigga you better ask somebody
These niggas think they can just put shit
Out on their own, fuck them
You don't got a reason and don't want no beef
You ain't got no ends to justify the means
You don't got a cause
You better put it on pause
You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
So whatever it is you thinking
That's got you gassed
You better start rethinking and
Thinking it fast
Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
You better pump them brakes and
Let off the gas (Swift)
And slow your roll
Sinister, a menace to many, I'm not friendly
You get shot in a Kennedy fashion
Pop willingly you walking around
With Pac's identity
I'm a mockery you 'bout to watch
What it's fin to be
I'm not mentally focused but lyrically
We got it locked
And it's not about dropping albums
I'll sock a nigga on the spot
You can't help it but to
Imagine this walking massacre
A madman strapped with a Magnum blow
That spasm out ya back
And just stand there and
Snatch your medallion
See I can't fear any nigga
That can not happen
The immaculate Mac handler
That got this wrapping by the
Back of his neck
A scavenger I'm a threat then you feel me
Like a hand full of syringes
I'm ill enough to scream at your front do'
Blow it off the hinges (nigga)
I'm marksmatic
Depressed marksman outta walking
'Cause soon your body they catch
Me shooting up your carcass
So don't provoke shit, I wish the whole
Mankind was a neck so I can choke it
Ferocious and you ain't gonna be
Knowing where ya folks is
Fuck the milk cartons and posters, it's over
They ghosts (hey)
Niggas is bitch instead of digging a ditch
I'ma see how filled this river can
Get even bitches get hit
I'm raw dog on all fours
I'm barking with long claws
Just fight for the wrong cause
Your boss with thong drawers (oh no)
You ain't in my bracket bitch
Following faggots
With wanksta tats on their ass, see ya
These scrubs need to do what he
Love and just play the back
Before I'll put a sword on ya
Head like a Raider cap
You bust I'm spraying back
Leave your hood laying flat
Now what you gonna say to that?
You don't got a reason and don't want no beef
You ain't got no ends to justify the means
You don't got a cause
You better put it on pause
You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
So whatever it is you thinking
That's got you gassed
You better start rethinking and
Thinking it fast
Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
You better pump them brakes and
Let off the gas (Bizarre)
And slow your roll
Pull up new county truck, throw up, blow up
Beat a handicap bitch up
Fuck butter I killed the DJ
I don't need you, bitch
I got a instant replay
Lay down bitch get butt naked
And fuck the Viagra I'm trying
To nut in two seconds all around the world
Fuck wit' different cliques
You ain't got no weed get the
Fuck out my room bitch
I'm calm but I steal on
Niggas like I was klepto
Put that chrome shit to ya
Head like you was Destro
Why stop niggas, why not pop niggas
We cop figures
Keep them toast like IHOP nigga
We breathe dirt so be alert
Or get them guns on ya chest like
A welcome to the hood T-shirt
Let's go back before throw backs
Before I dro sacks i used to blow gats
Bullets'll find you like a LoJack
I'm hopeless, a ferocious dosage of dope shit
A culprit of culture and a chaotic commotion
Kuniva will blow shit off of
The map and post it
Knock you out of your penny loafers
Fuck that ho shit
You don't got a reason and don't want no beef
You ain't got no ends to justify the means
You don't got a cause
You better put it on pause
You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
So whatever it is you thinking
That's got you gassed
You better start rethinking and
Thinking it fast
Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
You better pump them brakes and
Let off the gas and slow your roll
I point my fingers to the ground
Throw my waist to left of me
To knuckle should ship like a Em
Upside down and you best be
On your p's and q's people we sees to use
No one see's your views
So now you see's exclusives
And put it in your little magazine
But you should
Know that was the most desperate
Thing that you could
Pull out of your crotch you
Faggots all owe us much
Start doing heroin lines for as
Much as you gossip
Like bitches with Oscars, y'all actresses
45's make bodies flip like flabby tit's
Bullets coming at your doom like
A buck up 6th
Now what the fuck you gonna do to
Get up out of this shit?
Your record was released 17 years
Ago you dumb bitch
Do the math, you'll never have a Shady
Aftermath Runyon Ave
Kind of staff to back that ass
Up so back that ass up
Before we clap that ass up
You don't got a reason and don't want no beef
You ain't got no ends to justify the means
You don't got a cause
You better put it on pause
You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
So whatever it is you thinking
That's got you gassed
You better start rethinking and
Thinking it fast
Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
You better pump them brakes and
Let off the gas and slow your roll
Nigga you better ask somebody
These niggas think they can just put shit
Out on their own, fuck them