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Shane Capone - Detroit's Illest (ft. D12)

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From Flood These Streetz. Here are the lyrics:
yeah...uhhh Capone...Dirty Dozen la la la la la la It don't matter (Shane Capone verse) We bringin 29 grams, uncut without the sack Make them gunz clap all in ya back like spinal tap 3-1-3 making this rap game an all out murder sport Send some hot shit sidelining thru your transport Now what the
fuck you thought, we still cock them bloody pistols Cooking all you fake mother fuckers without the crisco Up in the Mo you come up missing like Jimmy Hoffa We mafia, connected to the mob like Frank Sinatra What the fuck is stopin ya from going rounds with the throwdown I get Wyatt Earp up in these
cowards without a showdown I'm high a fuck and I'm rollin right past ya Blastin ya all in that ass like colon cancer You make money? mother fucker we take money Breakin heads for this cheddar they ain't shit here funny Why work a 9 to 5 when you can rob for twice the price Hittin mother fuckers dail
y like an Oakland bank heist (Swift verse) That Dirty Dozen renegade, you done pulled the pin out my grenade .38's and move yo shit up out the way You niggaz won't forget about McVey, you got something to say Spit it out today and watch these slugs spray From these 10 black fingers hugging these de
adly millimeters It'll make Jeff Dahlmer's look like he caught a misdemeanor See I'm dirty so I don't need to buy a pistol cleaner An offical beater now let me see you with your heater You'll get whipped with it, tell them mother fuckers Swift did it If you packin something special in your crib then
bitch get it I'm physically fitted to run yo digits, when I'm out walkin They get get scared of the dark just like some biggets Shooting me is like the lotto, you ain't gone hit it I'm a treat your skull like the Red Sea and split it I got you scared of us nigga admit it Be prepared to bust or you
finished if you don't handle your business (chorus) you got a problem with... Shane Capone you got a problem with... D12 you got a problem with... Shane Capone you got a problem with... D12 (Bizarre verse) I'm that niggaz that you ain't seen recent Pull out a nine, shoot up the 12th percent I got
different ways that I can get rid of ya My dick burns leaving nasty clymitia I battle 10 mc's in my jail cell Your style's worthless like old garage sells Fuck around and get shot with this verbal weapon My dick's so long, fuckin up bitches intestines Fuck the chrome I'll diss you on the microphone
Break out a poem break ya grandmother's collarbone Now who the fuck wanna fuck with a nigga who don't give a fuck About a nasty ass slut...Bizarre fuck her in the butt!!! Look at all the drugs I'm abusing Battle me you'll get burned like the cell phone I'm using Big nigga from the midwest, smokin b
udda-zest Headed to jail for family (chorus) (Kuniva verse) Right in the middle of your front porch I'll take a piss Everybody I plan to slap yo I make a list I tie you up, whoever wanna torture you take a shift Over your head full strength, break a brick A fo-5 is louder then the nine ain't it Sw
ift Rush the liquor store, I grab the forty, I got the fifth Bizarre you cockin the gun wrong take the clip What the fuck you talkin about I just wanna rape the bitch Run in my house you smell dead bodies take a whiff Denaun couldn't stand it, he just threw up his chicken strips Took a trip last wee
k with this Jamacian chick Tied her up and made her drink warm water and bacon bits ...I ain't scared of ya'll mother fucker Then why you shakin bitch!!! Break both of ya legs in different directions, make a wish I got a bottle of amonia yo take a sniff I'll put ya album under my ass and take a shit
(Kon Artist) I'm furious about my last date, she wouldn't raped They called it murder...guess I used too much duct tape Relentless with an A-K, your man Dre Caught it right thru his celly while he was talkin to his mom (hey!) I guess it's safe to say that I love violence Sexy, money
drugs, rap
remote islands
Ok, I might just be a little out of line
By tellin you that everything that you own is mine
(But what) But I was born feet first, smoke forty and drink weed
Got a fetish for fuckin hoes til they ass bleed
With knock knees is how I leave half these bitches
With the craft of witches, I cast spells that burn your britches
Told you snitches that burning bridges would earn you ditches
But you ain't listen now you in fetal positions missing
And you probably coulda got away but naw you had to run your mouth
And got fed to a pack of wolves like an entree
I'm still riding bikes naked and I'm never gonna stop
Until I'm pulled over and frisked by a lady cop
We just a little past great and ya'll just moving up
Like Weezy and George we rip mics with gin in our cups
(chorus)