Dumpin’ – D12 – letras

[ Intro ] [Eminem ]Ayo, yo, this motherfucken Eminem, Dirty Dozen’Bout to show you how we set it when we come throughKnow what I’m sayin’, word up, bitch motherfuckers better raise upy’all motherfuckers better raise up, ayo buss it[ Verse 1 ] [ Eminem ]Ayo, I’ma pit-bull terrier, triple darin’ ya, scarin’ ya with a derringerready to make you wet like a Submariner, tearin’ ya frame out with homicidal linesBringin’ the drama an the trauma to ya mama’s vital signs (Blaw!)A verbal shot fired, this mic’s been hot wired, uppercuts to your chin knockin’ your snot skywardRappers wanna be screenplay actors, so I’m givin’ them spine fractureslike linebackers on the Green Bay Packers, an roll over ’em backwardsDirty Dozen, I’m someone you just don’t wanna see like a nerdy cousinSo keep your distance when I get this tense, you see my fist clenchIt’s gonna be some bullets dispensed, you besta keep yo premescence fixedYour mistense, any resistance, get you voided like mis-printsYou’ll end up with no teeth left makin’ a beef threatWhen I look up on your set, don’t get it twisted like Keith Sweat[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]When I get the bussin, you best be get to jumpinI’m touchin’ somethin’, fool I’m comin’ through dumpinMy beat’s bumpin’, you hear it thumpin’, that oughta tell you somethinBitch I’m comin’ through dumpinBullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin’, you blood starts clumpinI’m comin’ through dumpinIf you don’t know you best make an assumption, I got you slumpinFool I’m comin’ through dumpin[ Verse 2 ] [ Proof ]A proven fact my pact got your whole team movin’ backWe never losin’ slack, I paid dues in rapI’m runnin’ crews my shoes are tappedMy right is choosin’ gats, my thugs ?-use ?-acksRelax an catch a contact, to an amusin’ track, slugs dispatchedOn any street risen? mismatchedMy team’ll get busy like rednecks on some 6 packsMy fist crack the featherweight, my word’s’ll never breakA clever snake’ll be forever fake, let me get this cheddar straightMakin’ dough is a part, so is the heart, my flow is the artMe an the mic Gomez like Lois & ClarkWeapons concealed until death, now see ’em, my chrome shatter bones that lack calcium,Knockin’ domes out the ballpark, your dawgs is all bark, plus you got a small heartNow save them corny lines for HallmarkI wanna the sunny days & money paid in they figuresA microphone fiend an on my own team there’s fake niggasMum’s they rocked the cradle, I spot the fableThey made the shop an stable, with grass top the tableThe glock enable when I pop the fatal, phonies that I plot pre-natal waxThe player haters never make it backI’m dumpin[ Chorus ] [ Eminem ]When I get the bussin, you best be get the jumpinI’m touchin’ somethin’, fool I’m comin’ through dumpinMy beat’s bumpin’, you hear it thumpin’, that oughta tell you somethinBitch I’m comin’ through dumpinBullets hit you, your heart stops pumpin’, you blood starts clumpinI’m comin’ through dumpinIf you don’t know you best make an assumption, I got you slumpinI’m comin’ through straight dumpin[ Verse 3 ] [ B-Flat ]Ayo, We don’t say fat, we stay scroll? biznessThe 3rd nigga on the mic, representin Rough Anopolies?Ain’t shit stoppin’ us, old school like Cold CrushSpice & dice MC’s on the mic like cold cutsLive N direct, comin’ straight from the debt? where niggaskeep it real an make these girls panties wetI can’t forget the D.J., he play, we say funky type ofshit that make the crowd wanna flipWe don’t bust clips, guns is not in us, but when shit gets deep it’s a must that we bustI’ma lay lead on the head, for afro’s and fazaball head’s all the way down to the dreads40’s we drink, endo’s we smoke, and the rims that we ride on, is true these are spokes, tryesNo ally the Micheals? but they don’t live on ?Myers?Bitches pussy tight, here comes the dick pliersWhat’s my name, call me siah, rewind on the mic like titty dancers on a fireWhen you hear my beats, kickin’ live crowds jumpin’, I’m comin’ through dumpin[ Chorus ] [ B-Flat ]Other MC’s like Doug-E-Fresh ain’t sayin’ nuttinBitch nigga I’m comin’ through dumpinGo to the church, ill have the dick an cold humpinCause my shit be comin’ through dumpin[ Verse 4 ] [ Eye Kyu ]When I’m lifted, don’t quiz this it ain’t worth it to risk itI’m quick with the gift & twice as swift with a biscuitHeaded back to fresh off a niggas ass around ChristmasThey know it’s what time of year, they be expectin’ my visitsDoin’ Ninety on the encil, rushin’ to get there to twist you niggas like a pretzelBlows come in three’s like Godfather TrilogyI’m Michael Corleone with this mic, bitch y’all aint killin meLet me see some heads and make sure y’all feelin’ meI’m stickin’ you up for all props and y’all gone give ’em up willinglyRap is my life and that’s why everyday i live itPunchin’ holes in the flow of wack rappers like a rivetmad nigga in here is bringin’ drama this thickWhen they try to come up shorter than floods on a mdgetShiit, can ya dig it?[ Chorus ] [ Eye Kyu ]Crew comin’ through with somethinGuaranteed to have your whole fucken block jumpin’, we comin’ through dumpinWhen we come, we got your knees crumblin’, y’all niggas ain’t sayin’ nuttinCause we comin dumpinWhat you talkin’, nigga get to walkin’, see ya bitch ass crew halkinBut we goin’ get to dumpinYou don’t want it, go ahead an back up of it, I’ma let you know how it isnigga’s just be dumpin