Chords for D12 - Dirty Dozen (Devil's Night)

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_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
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[Dm] and Mr.
[Bb] White to be selling me by the past.
Schooled by Dr.
Dre,
young Marshall didn't paint the way.
Told us if you wanna sell,
you gotta go [Dm] against the wave.
That's why I'm known as serving it at any given day.
When I walk away,
they talk about what they was finna say.
Check them and bring that to these little niggas getting line.
They know it all.
How you gonna teach the sons how to shine?
Homie, this here is mine.
I'm hungry, I'm on my grind.
I'm the last of my kind.
I'm flexing, I be mine. _ _ _
Nervy Bossy _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ Platinum Flax
International Rap Artists
Give us that,
[Bb] then ask when we coming back.
We done raised the bar,
[B] left a scar on ya and ya know.
[Dm] We done came too far.
Freestyling in local bars,
to world tours and packing them.
Outrapping your favorite rapper.
Half of these badasses,
draculing my tactics.
Had them laughing off appeals
as soon as we signed a deal.
These haters thought that we couldn't pull [G] it off.
Now we [Bb] did.
We back on our bullshit.
We spazzing on them again.
With gold paper,
[Bm] insulated booth,
and [Dm] platinum pen.
When I'm writing,
I bet lightning will strike this mic.
I recommend you to pay homage.
Knocking us is a sin.
These rappers are held accountable
for doubting the most powerful rhymers
that ever dropped an album.
We ain't stopping staying dirty in the cut.
Our blood sticking in mud.
We ain't gotta prove nothing.
These niggas don't give it up.
I'm repping them.
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_ _ If you don't _ give _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bb]
shit,
then listen to Kendrick Lamar.
You want crazy shit,
then listen to Bizarre.
[Dm] Sick shit,
send a fake bitch a dick pic.
Pornhub,
watch me nut quick.
I'm crazy,
off the chain,
I ain't got them all.
A human cannonball
going off 20 Adderall.
Bugging out,
me and my niggas always thugging out.
Hostile situation, man,
I ain't coming out.
Power pack,
eat you like a sour patch.
60 pounds lighter,
no shower cap.
Got shooters,
dick longer than a ruler.
She ain't fucking shit,
I'm calling Uber.
Four season vac,
Wu-Tang protect your neck.
I'll be like Rod's and get a suplex.
Ha ha.
This goes out to all of my fans.
2016, I'll no longer be the man.
Ha ha.
Shout out to Bruce Jenner's, man. _ _ _ _
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[D] Nerdy Nazi.
_ Woo!
What? _
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