Kick In The Door Lyrics

[Beat from 50 Cent's "In Da Club"] (on some P2P, it is considered a remix and is often paired with the original song)

[Proof]
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go...
I got P.A. at your doorway, I got Seven Mile at your door way
I got Schoolcraft at your doorway, we gon' hit the hinges off your doorway
For shallow tips and slugs, to put up in your mug
Every n***a 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 n***a 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

[Swifty McVay]
Ha...
Y'all ain't seein' Shady Records, what the f*** 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 f*** with Dirty Dozen we be killin' who you love, we above you bitch n***as
'Cuz y'all been kissin' ass so long your 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 burgular"
Your ass'll burn more than a lab spilled with acid
And ain't gon' be goin' further than that drastic ass-kick
N***as 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, so f*** wearing trenches, you swiming with the fishes
I don't need a mask, I'll leave pictures in your kitchen
I leave a n***a linched for even mentionin' a mission
And all of the attention gon' be sent back to your henchmen, and they give different pigment
I can't keep it lyrical, once you walk the streets they'll consider n***as "missing", its all apart of beef
I keep beaters all around me, aproach me and start it, they won't eat
I'll have you stealin' out of grocery markets, hoes just be retarted
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 f*** about you anyway...

[Kuniva]
Yo,
Now when n***as get to babblin', bullets get to travelin'
Have 'em on some Judgement Day, Jesus and Heaven sh**
Send your body flyin' through the air like a javelinD12 - Kick In The Door - http://motolyrics.com/d12/kick-in-the-door-lyrics.html
On some Manson shit and I ain't talkin' about "Marylin"
You know Kuniva, ***** I'll be rowdy as f***,
Run up on you with a gauge and blow you out of your truck
And I ain't no John Goddy, more like a sawed shotty
I don't wear minks, I wear full length dead bodies
Whattup 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 n***as 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...

[Interlude]
"I'm the king of this muthaf***a, we run sh**, been runnin' it
We been gettin' money around here..."
"F*** y'all n***as, this First Born, n***as..."
[Gunshots and ricochets against cars and metal]
[Woman screams in terror]

[Proof]
Cap n' Town, drop it down, got the drool in my face
It's all Proof, finger streets, theres a girl in the case
Had to do him, yeah I knew him, but he fronted on "P."
Call town cause his mouth just runnin' on feast...

Now how the f*** you gon' act like Proof is just dizzy?
Everybody 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 G's than Bobanga got more sugar on his payroll
The Proof is in it like Prego, in Detroit I've been poppin', more than Faygo
I never speak whats not true, Bush will f*** 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, we gon' hit the f***in' hinges off your door fo' sho'
Got hollow tips and slugs, to put up in your mug, every n***a 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
Got hollow tips and slugs, to put up in your mug, every n***a 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

[Outro]