I Made It - Bizarre, D12, Trick Trick

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!

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 playing like they told

That I lean over that passenger side

It ain’t rovin' while it’s golden, I give you hoes a makeover

Pole pose a shit and his arms a break your both of them

And I’m a dash faster than locomotive

I can trespassing a ram shaking

Murder your families and it ain’t no closure

I cast snatcher, I stop all type of transactions

When I get back on the block these niggers mashing

I got the world in my palm and I’m a 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 do for the community

We taking it over I’m on a shootin' spree

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

Single top of the world I made it

I made it, what?

I made it, what?

Taking over this bitch and Y’all Hate it

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

Then life an outlaw on the run, with g-shit to do

I ever get caught I’m a fourth degree habitual

Just for me splittin' and everyday ritual, 74 stitches

Just from me trippin' you, your blood bleeds your ass, I’m a a show what Trick

Trick’ll 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 backing these rap niggers up with a rap sheet

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 do something to your voice

Ak47 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!

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

Single top of the world I made it

I made it, what?

I made it, what?

Taking over this bitch and Y’all Hate it

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 patron mob, Trick Trick boom squad

D-12 loonie chop, shooting from the roof top

Gotta keep the green up, you can tell I’m seeing stuff

Making mess with you the corner player cleaned 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

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

Single top of the world I made it

I made it, what?

I made it, what?

Taking over this bitch and Y’all Hate it