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, we got 12 on our ass
And I can't talk about them bodies, feds on my ass
Catch his ass in traffic, know these bullets I got flip cars
Only drink red

on a wheelie 12 o’clock (skirtt)
Aye Swerving in and out of traffic fuck the cops 
Ya burn out at the light time to smoke it up 
Gotta bad bitch the back ass fat

a throne and chalice/
13 wives 12 rides and a golden palace/
Most you guys failed to grow up just grown and childish/
c bunch of candy asses nowadays niggas

Ridin in Ferraris and Maseratis
Suit's in Dubai and Abu Dabi
Catch em at the juice bar guzzling baji
They can chef it up like Emeril Lagasse
A game when

every verse like a stanza
Cause im 22 right now I gotta get my bands up
For every beat I'm on, I keep a body bag
I'm in a red jumpsuit and dali mask

Off Parole

Rappin' 4-Tay

Off Parole

1996

of 12 I was on another page
I wanted to jug upon tha other people were gettin' their pay
My momma would always tell me about the direction that I was

a martyr
Dropping singles not albums like 1,2,3,4,5 tha Carter
These rhymes are sick in the head so lock me up like Jeffrey Dahmer
Tha Carter I’m talking Lil

Took a lil break now i'm back to smash shit.
Said fuck a Glock copped an automatic.
Drop my thot i'll cop a bad bitch.
The type that'll slob me up in

scared to get beat up yah ont want it
Ill drop a 6 on em (6 Mile)

I be in that red zone
Help make that bitch a red zone
I aint bangin so you kno
You might

can sum up
My religious feelings in a couple
Of paragraphs first: I
Believe in you and me i'm
Like Albert Schweitzer and Bertrand
Russell and Albert

They like who that? who that
Oh thats Weas G
Stepping out the limousine, slick as vaseline
Fresh up out the magazine, hot as kerosene
Got ya shorty

by a bald man
In a blue jumpsuit
With a super yacht
On route to the moon
We are the ones
Putting fuel in his rockets
Filling boxes
While he fills up

cookies and milk[00:35.48]Too hot, get around, I can't sit still[00:38.04]Jumpsuit, yellows loud, going kill Bill, it's a movie[00:41.53]Take you back to my

you like this funk, Then put yo name on it
It's like buzzards when it stunk they get all up on it
And we bringin it here, the purpose is clear
Slap that

I'm seeing through the whole apparatus
X-ray eyes covered by black glasses
Life is real when you started from the field
Made it to the end game and then

Exorcism has now begun! 

Electric ghost with a face made out of meat 
Rhino-Man devouring a baby's feet 
Reverend shooting up nuclear slime 
Bright red

Decked up in this yellow jumpsuit called skin
Immured in this blue-domed cell with no exit
Vision blurred as tears suffused my eyes
The world was and still

on the rounds
Steady arms so that red dot can focus on that red-hot noggin
Blasting bullets rapid fire pull back and cock it
Rapping up a storm on the battlefield

your head low
in the shadow of the valley, I’m live on Death Row! 


Verse 2

I’m live on death row, red jumpsuit white tennis shoes
Surrounded by a room

Somebody better call 12 on me
Somebody better call the feds, on me
Somebody better call the jail on me

I know you feel
Fucked up in this party right now
We

angel
It might put me in danger
But danger is my business

She doesn't look very happy
Red jumpsuit and too much make up
I hope you're not trigger happy

still in cahoots with nincompoops that shootout like troops in Beirut
Pull up in a red hearse with Fred Durst dressed like a nurse
With a Coach purse

men
So we ain't need dad we got money like him
No school clothes no child support
And next year I'll probably be
Up in a Robb Report
I'm important so is

was a Roofie
Now I just want mo 
Pudden
And pump shit up like Joe Budden
I'm dirtier than those 
Dozen
D12 boys dropping these Shells
Fuck it I can't