I Made It

[Intro: Trick Trick, Bizarre]
(This shit ain't funny)
Yeah, Ok!
Y'all didn't know what it is, nigga?
[?]
The game has officially changed
That's right
I don't know what you thought you wanted, but you really don't want it, nigga
Goon Sqwad, D12
McVay, crack they heads nigga!

[Verse 1: Swifty McVay]
This is the tales of the dark side
I park right in front of your spot
Put a hole in your car right
I never been played like Beethoven
I lean over that passenger side
Of that Rover while its rollin', I give you hoes a makeover
If pole pose has shit in his arms, I'm breakin' both of them
And I'ma dash faster than locomotive
After trespassing [a ram shaking/your ramshackle?]
Murderin' families and it ain't no closure
I cast snatcher, I stop all type of transactions
When I get back on the block these niggas mashing
I got the world in my palm and I'ma smash it
Sprinkle the ashes in the atmosphere
I'm just an animal, pass it enough to grab the back of your neck
And stuff your face in a half of cake
Force you to take a breath, I could care less about who you be
Or what you did for the community
We taking it over I'm on a shootin' spree

[Hook: Trick Trick, Swifty McVay]
Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling I get it
I get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it
Whenever I drop the line they faded
Sittin' on top of the world I made it
I made it, what? I made it, what?
We taking over this bitch and y'all hate it

[Verse 2: Trick Trick]
It's the return of the aggravated assault-slash-robbery
Possession with intent to deliver federal property
Another assault with intent to great bodily
And I ain't pleading guilty to shit, and won't cop a plea
3 strikes in and motherfuck the 4th
Continue to take the 5th and I ain't going to court
The life of an outlaw on the run, with G shit to do
I ever get caught I'm a fourth degree habitual
Just for me splittin' you and everyday ritual, 74 stitches
Just from me hittin' you, the Bloods beat your ass
I'ma show you what a Crip will do
Nigga you don't want it with me and I ain't shitting with you
Up top d cap one and black tees no holster, 30 round clip the black squeeze
Verses smell Proof, looking like black cheese
I'm wrapping these rap niggas up with a rap sheet

[Verse 3: Bizarre]
Pacquiao punches, Mayweather swag
Mike Tyson attitude, Ali Jabs (Uhh...)
Back at the lab, cookin' up shit
Fuck your yellow pages, you ain't looking up shit
Convict lunatic, no gang banger
Throw the towel in like Apollo Creed's trainer (Stop the fight!)
Suck everybody's dick you ain't got no choice
I ain't T-Pain but I'll put something on your voice
AK-47, I shoot up your crib
Get your ass in the house like Michael Jackson's kid
Trick trick and D12, click click and see shells
5 o'clock news catch the details
And fuck weed, nigga I'm on angel dust
I got some talk that makes Rosa Parks get off the bus (Get off the bus!)
And god forbid if I ever get shot
Give me 6 Vicodin and Michael Jackson's doc
Bizarre, Bitch!

[Hook: Trick Trick, Swifty McVay]
Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling I get it
I get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it
Whenever I drop the line they faded
Sittin' on top of the world I made it
I made it, what? I made it, what?
We taking over this bitch and y'all hate it

[Verse 4: Kuniva]
It's best to shut your mouth up
Bullets flying through your window
Hit your pit-bull, split your sister and your spouse up
Gotta keep the hustle going, a Shady fuckin' omen
Hollows rip your shirt like Hulk Hogan with his muscles showin'
We on the paper route, if he ain't talking right, take him out
I don't need cameras when I fade em out
Get your platoon mob, Trick Trick Goon Squad
D-12 loonie job, shooting from the roof top
Gotta keep the green up, you can tell I'm seeing stuff
Making mess with you, the coroner playing clean-up
Do it for the gusto, what up doh
You a bitch you nigga, you can take it how you want like a slut ho
If it ain't about that bread then I ain't listening
If she ain't talking about head then ain't kicking it
Way worst than EST about my dividends
To finish you off in the hospital while I'm visiting

[Hook: Trick Trick, Swifty McVay]
Time and time again I get it, speak your hustling I get it
I get it, what? I get it, what? I get it, yes I get it
Whenever I drop the line they faded
Sittin' on top of the world I made it
I made it, what? I made it, what?
We taking over this bitch and y'all hate it

[Outro: DJ Young Mase]
Produced by Trick Trick, I see you!
DJ Thriller, DJ Hitman, what's good?
D12, Goon Squad
You know what time it is
It's the return of the Dozen - Volume Number Two!
Don't get it twisted
We still run Detroit
Dirty nation tour! What up?