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Download from amazon.com Bad News lyrics

Rating: 3.48
Song Details
Artist(s)
  • D12
  • Album(s)
  • D12 World (buy)
  • [Chorus]
    Brigade jump on a couple of punks
    Nigga, we bad news
    (We bad news, nigga)
    To beef for real
    If you step our way it's on
    Anybody, everybody (Oh shit)
    Come on
    Brigade jump on a couple of punks
    That's how we're moving it moving it moving it
    To beef for real
    If you step our way it's on
    Anybody, everybody (That's right)
    Come on

    [Kon Artis]
    We breaking every rule in the book
    Illegal crooks that got your mind shook
    Kon done with spells up
    Poisonous cook
    The Kon Artis
    Make way for the hell raiser
    Mysterious neighbor
    Cuttin throats with broke Coke
    Bottles and rusty razors
    I ain't the one to save you in a crisis
    I kick you while you're down
    Snatch you up and ask you who's the nicest
    Better say me
    Or I'll put your next to some vice crips
    And squeeze until they lifeless
    I stayin confidence with my mind
    About being good or evil
    I'm deceitful
    Lethal when I leave you
    Dead inside your blood brother
    When your hand for help reaches out
    We just chuckle
    Now where the fuck of how we is as individuals
    We raise wrong
    Politics and poverty got us head strong
    You dead wrong
    If you think you'll make it out with all your limbs
    Grab your camera
    So we can put this on film

    [Kuniva]
    Hey
    Don't get cut into hundreds over some dumb shit
    I advise you to run quick cuz we run this
    Guns click on the reg reg
    Put MCs on they death beads
    Either that or leavin' 'em walking on peg legs
    In various locations
    I'll be wylin' out at places
    I'm why they're running out
    Of handicap parking spaces
    Intense dreams
    You want suspense? It's endless
    How I massacre crews
    Leave you solo and friendless
    Contact lens less then lifeless
    The trifest MC
    You never wanna fight with
    Or rock a mic with
    Carry a knife with
    Da Brigade on the night shift
    Pack this big dick that I use to fuck your wife with
    You ain't the nicest
    Derelicts with intelligence
    Leaving your grill wide open like pelicans
    Just wait
    My words penetrate through your vertebrate
    Til it snap your neck brace
    And crack your chest plate

    [Chorus]

    [Kon Artis]
    You studies wanna job like assets
    Rough is ready to start teaching niggas
    In ass whippin' classes
    Breaking glasses
    Damage crews by the masses
    Shit talking like Cassius
    Get in your E-Class and dash bitch
    Kon Artis
    The only man that can expand the cervix
    With the tip of my bone
    Get in your girl and keep fucking
    Until she starts screaming "Leave me alone"
    Walking predacone
    Looking for weak grade to set it on
    From dusk til dawn I bomb
    Went through hell and remain calm
    The devils to stir us to fight me
    Just to see what type of shit that I was on
    Those bastards is why they got burnt
    And turned into crisp XXXXX
    With lyrics hotter than lava comes
    It's urgent
    That she splurge with
    Before I merge with
    Kuniva will make ya nerves emerge and split
    Heard me bitch
    You weren't worthy with the mic
    Is why I snatch it
    And people think and praise with words that I like
    With things that I say on you
    You need someone to spar with
    Put you in the back of my trunk
    Get in my car trick
    Running with nothing but thugs
    With the fug
    We more dangerous than L.A. cops with big clubs
    Who's arresting you when you're drunk
    You sick munk
    Spitting up bills scriptures and gumps
    Till you punks get the picture
    Get it?
    If rap was a whore you couldn't hit it
    I make it my business
    Twenty four seven to try and stick it

    [Kuniva]
    Gotta get it
    I gotta give it to you non-stop
    Bombs drop lyrical warfare we onslaught
    Dead bodies rot
    We making your body rock
    Licking them off like lollipops
    That the shotty pop
    Kuniva snatch rolex chains, watches and anklets
    Dissin' the stank bitch
    Packing heaters to make you thank quick
    Now ain't this
    Something you don't want a piece of
    Don't worry about waiting these ones
    Chillin' with me buds

    [Chorus]

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