D12 - Throw It Up lyrics

Now when you repping in these streets say it
And If you handling your beef say it
You got your hood on lock say
If it's crime on your block say

I put men on canvas
Have they ass off the street Cancerous
We call that the "Hammer Dancers"
Thats the 3-5-7 now the Feds want us
Cause we lead dump and head hunters
Borough of every hood, In this crime life
My name painted on the
Block or this limelight
A G ain't nuthing but a letter
You can hang man
And these gang-wars, thoughout the gang lands
Got no problem for hurting the Church
My model was murking 'em first
When they said they servin they're turf
With no sea-food, make 'em see-through
I'm into slappin' niggas, next nigga

Me Too my eliminations way too hasty
They don't chase me
I send more red dot's than pastries
When the medal is sworn
Label me the desolate one
It ain't no settling beef
I'm destined to come
To any hood, it ain't no justice
You wishing it was
This crime life got me stealing your goods
I'm a mental patient
On my way to the central station
Ain't no wasting time and I
Sure I facing time
Breaker-1-9, the cops be swarming
On they walkie talkies
Trying to block me with a warning
I'mma dissapear like Spawn, and be gone
To the other side of the country
By the morning


Cold nights in the pen turn your heart cold
Cold pinches we sleep on keep a black strong
My brother told me "lil' homie
Don't get this wrong
If I get locked make sure
You keep the dough flowing
The spots oweing, no slowing
Get your grind on" i said for sure
And now you know I got the hood slowed
"My lil' bro keep up the front
Like he the one that owe"
By the time they figure out
I'll be dead and gone

Now be careful when you see them
Homies hop out that ride
You can catch a body shot and
Knock your ribs out your side
And the cops are hesitant to
Come through these parts here
We head hunters
So it's evident that we spark fear
Taking notes
But always give it to a person in need
Of a serious chin-checking that
Occurin the deed to get our point across
Clearly ain't no miss-understanding
Now there's nothing you can do to
Keep these missles from landing
When the hooligans come out you
Should be running for cover
By the time you recoved from the hit
Then here comes anotha
And you know our presence is felt
Like Christmas eve
Make an example out of you
For her and his to see

Jumped in your car window
You and your boys get out
AK tech Nine shots rang out
It's christmas time, my kid needs some toys
Thats why I'm in the Mini-van
With two of my boys
The King, Nigga I'm a don
Detroitwhere niggas snatch cartneys
And alcazon
I'm drunk as fuck, go on lock me out
And when I wake up
I'll be at your house choking you out
I'm so fucking, out of my mind
I'm moving the east swines with
2 and a half lines
Street wars, my niggas ready to fight
Guns, pipes, we ready tonight!