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[Intro: DJ Young Mase] I go by the name of DJ Young Mase D-12 Representor Good 2 be back, but this time I brought 14 friends Matter fact, 14 Emcees! [Fat Father (DJ Young Mase):] Well whaddaya know? Fat Father dunn showed up Break out the blunts And a couple boxes of doughnuts No time for stunts, I'm one militant grownup Crunk, willing to hold up chumps To get exposed. Fat Michigan soldier Cats hit you in the? Trapped in this ridiculous culture: fuck Oprah! No hope, my brain is broke, I'm bipolar You microwave shit? I pop trunks with the toaster (3Six) [3Six:] Beef? Guarantee the whole crew will ride And we make the homicide look like suicide So nigga, you decide! Either you run with the squad Or you can keep playing God and get crucified SongtexteUse the 9, I don't ride when it's Valentine Send you to the angels like you been traded to Anaheim Bring the caskets out whenever I'm spazzing out Fire in the woods somewhere, like? house Bodybag em, toe-tag em Lyrically, I beat these beats up like a Magnum You getting fucked tonight, you better grab something Fuck boy, I can hire you to go bag something My money long, I don't even need a bank account Big bank take little bank, what your bank about? Mine read whole numbers plus six zeroes I be turning 16s into? (Kid Vishis) [Kid Vishis:] Kid Vishis the Prince Sickest in Michigan since [Outro: DJ Young Mase] Damn! There you have it 14 Emcees D12, Young Mase! You know what time it is, Pay Attention! We Back muthafuckers! Shady Records! Aus Songtexte Mania