Kick In The Door [Murder inc. Diss]

Go, go, go, go go, go
I got PA at your doorway
I got Seven Mile at your doorway
I got Schoolcraft at your doorway
We gon' kick the hinges off
Your doorway for shallow
Tips and slugs, to put up in your mug
Every nigga on your team already been plugged
I'm in to breakin' necks
Not in to fightin' scrubs
I ain't got no love, D12 ridin' for Bugz
Got hollow tips and slugs
To put up in your mug
Every nigga on your team already been plugged
I'm in to breakin' necks
Not in to fightin' scrubs
I ain't got no love, D12, ridin' for Bugz

Ha y'all ain't seein' Shady Records
Who the fuck you thought this was?
You beefin' with G-Unit
They gon' throw you out the club
You try to front on Obie
You gon' have to see a slug
If you fuck with Dirty Dozen
We be killin' who you love
We above you bitch niggas 'cause y'all
Been kissin' ass so long you're not a man
Your mama just gave birth to a thong
It hurts when I'm around and
Worse when I'm gone
I smother ya, label me "murder"
"dirt coverer" slash "hersh burglar"
Your ass'll burn more than a
Lab spilled with acid
It won't be goin' further
Than that drastic ass-kick
Niggas gettin' clowned, we dick pissin'
They caught pissin' sittin' down
I'll snatch your wrenches
So bitches can cancel Christmas
It ain't no color shit
And fuck wearing trenches
You swimming with the fishes (nigga)
I don't need a mask
I got pictures in your kitchen
I leave a nigga linched for
Even mentionin' a mission
And all of the attention gon' be
Sent back to your henchmen
And they get different pigment
I can't keep it lyrical
Once you walk the streets
They'll consider niggas "missing"
It's all apart of beef
I keep beaters all around me
Approach me and start it
They won't eat I'll have you
Stealin' out of grocery markets
Hoes just be retarded
Supposed to be the hardest
But the only thing they smart at
Is posing as a target

Y'all think, y'all heat could stop McVay
Y'all see me, y'all ain't got shit to say
Y'all creep, y'all peeps
Y'all streets was deep
D12 don't give a fuck about you anyway

Yo now when niggas get to babblin'
Bullets get to travelin'
Have 'em on some Judgement Day
Jesus and Heaven shit
Send your body flyin' through the
Air like a javelin on some Manson shit and I
Ain't talkin' about "Marylin"
You know Kuniva, nigga I'll be rowdy as fuck
Roll up on you with a gauge and
Blow you out of your truck
And I ain't no John Gotti
More like a sawed shotty i don't wear minks
I wear full length dead bodies
Whadup do'? I don't play cards
I'm real cutthroat
Take the finest bitch that you
Datin' and run a busto
Hot shots settlin' inside your
Stomach now it's simmerin'
Bullets calm hype niggas down
Better than Ritalin
You little son of a bitch
Packin' one in a clip
You always runnin' your lip
You probably born with a clit

"I'm the king of this
Muthafucka, we run shit, been runnin' it
We been gettin' money around here"
"Fuck y'all niggas, this First Born, niggas"
(Gunshots and ricochets against
Cars and metal, Woman screams in terror)

Cap n' Town, drop it down
Got the drool in my face
It's all Proof, finger streets
Just caught in the case
Had to do him, yeah I knew him
But he fronted on "P"
Called out 'cause his mouth
Just runnin' on feast
Now how the fuck you gon' act
Like Proof is just dizzy?
E'rybody know me, I'm the truth in the city
You don't want me against ya
The inventor of beef
Turn the streets of the D against ya
P-Pis-P-pistol, pulverizin' the punks, period
Provin' the P power, it's painful
Fuck your energy, your plain flow
I stay cold i got more Gs in my bank account
Than Suge got on his payroll
The Proof is in it like Prego
In Detroit I've been poppin', more than Faygo
I never speak what's not true
Bush will fuck with Osama, but not Proof d12

I got my chain your doorway
I got Promatic at your doorway
I got Raw-C at your doorway
'Cause we gon' hit the fuckin' hinges
Off your door fo' sho'
Got hollow tips and slugs
To put up in your mug
Every nigga on your team already been plugged
I'm in to breakin' necks
Not in to fightin' scrubs
I ain't got no love, D12 ridin' for Bugz
Got hollow tips and slugs
To put up in your mug
Every nigga on your team already been plugged
I'm in to breakin' necks
Not in to fighting scrubs
I ain't got no love, D12, ridin' for Bugz

Alright hold on
Proof just sat me back in the booth
You know what I'm sayin'
Cause I was a little too harsh
You know what I'm sayin'
That's how downtown niggas get down
You can catch me down there, one state
But um, I'ma put it like this man
Real niggas, real street niggas
If you got beef with a nigga, you
Don't, you don't put kids in it
You know what I'm sayin' real niggas
You don't have to speak on a nigga's kid
Another thing dawg, when your mans need you
And he put you on
You don't turn your fuckin' back on him
You know what I'm sayin'
And for the two niggas
That I'm talkin' about, you feel me dawg
But believe me, it's all coming to an end