We Live This sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Porter]
Hah! Hah, hah! (We live this sh*t)

[Verse 1: Proof & Mr. Porter]
I'm ’bout as crazy as Mike Tyson is
A fallen rastler from out the rafers that bounced twice and live
Rollin' (rollin') blindfolded on an icy bridge
And doin’ drive-by's on ICP (J-Grand) [?] and sliced ribs
Wanted from police, [spice?] and pigs
Split your melon b*tch with my device with trigs
Tell Shyne that n*gga ain't as nice as B.I.G
And I'mma jab at him, sting ya like some spicy ribs (In ya mouth!)

[Verse 2: Swifty McVay]
Well it's you true gas-man
This is yo' last chance to test yo'self, you get dumped in a trashcan
b*tch, hide your dope (Uh-huh), I'll be lurkin’ like second hand smoke
I’m snatchin' throats as soon as I find that rope
You get drugged like that n*gga from Tеxas
Twelve noon in the subdivision, in thе back of a tilted Lexus (n*gga!)
So you can get this message, b*tches wouldn’t listen
And see I sh*tted on that cop when the n*gga caught me p*ssing

[Verse 3: Mr. Porter]
Yo, yo, you came to brawl with me? n*gga please work on your six-pack
You started off singing and personally you should switch back
Or get hit with a brick in your back
And find your buddy Jack, cut up in the back of my Pontiac in a nap-sack (Oh my god!)
Denaun don't be bullsh*ttin' with y'all
I hang with felons and all I gotta make is a call (B-r-r-r-ing!)
They love the withdrawal, bled from a n*gga with gall
Watch ’em grovel and crawl and hide the body behind the drywalls
[Verse 4: Kuniva & Mr. Porter]
Hah, yo, yo I'm a walkin time-bomb with a destructive radius
Packin' guns with nuclear-tipped bullets at stadiums
Street-smart, running you over with shopping carts
Coppin' darts, fill 'em up with ammonia and start it off
I'ma set it, lickin' off more shots than diabetics (Blow! Blow!)
See them shootin' the paramedic for bein' sympathetic (I bring acid!)
Known for wreckless drivin' car-crashin (Ayo we mashing!)
Taking your momma's car without asking

[Chorus: Bizarre, & Mr. Porter]
DIRTY DOZEN! (We live this sh*t)
DIRTY DOZEN! (We live this sh*t)
DIRTY DOZEN! (We live this sh*t)
DIRTY DOZEN! (We live this sh*t)
DIRTY DIRTY DOZEN! (We live this sh*t) (We live this sh*t!)
DIRTY DOZEN! (We live this sh*t) (n*gga, we live this sh*t!)
DIRTY DIRTY DOZEN! (We live this sh*t) (b*tch please listen!)
DIRTY DOZEN! (We live this sh*t) (I said we live this sh*t!)

[Verse 5: Bizarre, Mr. Porter & Both]
Let me begin, what? Where? Why? When? When? (What?)
Bizarre f*ck around and blast you and your friends (Get down!)
See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kinda lyrical (Uh-huh)
If you live past twelve, it'll be a miracle!
n*ggas wanna diss me in they f*cking wack rhymes (Shut up!)
Respond back? Your mother's dead by lunchtime (I'm serious!)
Ask the last rapper who tried to diss me
You won't be able to 'cause his f*ckin life is history (Bizarre is dead!)
Better bring an army if you plan on getting me (Uh-huh)
They settin' sh*t off like with Queen Latifa [?]
[Verse 6: Mr. Porter]
Ayo, I'm known for drivin' drunk, boppin' my head with a dry mouth
Hittin' pedestrians and f*ckin' hoes 'til they pass out
My idea of a romantic evening is date-rape
A caged ape, on the run for police hoppin' off of your momma's fire-escape
Its ten stories high, land on a limo
Kill the chauffeur then skirt off bumpin' my new demo
My life's on lease (Uh-huh!)
Get a piece with your grandniece and tell her my real name's Reece

[Verse 7: Swifty McVay]
I throw a forty on the governor's grass, cover yo ass, you trapped!
Quick to get out of line 'cause I be drunk writtin' raps
Ain't no punks fighting back, I get high in crack craniums
You see a n*gga up in Singapore, painting him
Throwin' grenades inside of stadiums
Smack yo lady and then divise you n*ggas [aching we're Brigadin'?] 'em
You can call the national guards b*tch I'm payin' 'em
Blasting yo squad then I'ma get the f*ck away from them
I ain't got sh*t to say to them but get the di*k
Quick to f*ck police officers' wives with nightsticks, motherf*cker!

[Chorus: Bizarre & Mr. Porter]
DIRTY DOZEN! (We live this sh*t) (I said we live this sh*t!)
DIRTY DOZEN! (We live this sh*t) (I said we live this sh*t!)
DIRTY DOZEN! (We live this sh*t) (n*gga, we live this sh*t!)
DIRTY DOZEN! (We live this sh*t) (b*tch, we live this sh*t!)
[Verse 8: Kuniva & Mr. Porter]
Ayo I slit throats, walk in a diner and order French toast
Take a flight to Littleton (b*tch gimme back my trenchcoat!)
I strike back, don't even ask for this mic back
You better off askin' Deebo for your bike back (My bike punk!)
You made the error of inviting n*ggas who like fighting n*ggas
Like Mike Tyson, the murderous trife titan
I make a statement, rippin' my truck up on your pavement
Lookin' for something hard enough to hit you in your face with

[Verse 9: Proof, Mr. Porter & Mr. Porter]
And then I grab you by your neck and dome, I pull it loose
Trapped in a sound-both and wrapped in bulletproof
Holdin 380's to naked twin babies!
Dirty Dozen the reason y'all don't f*ck with Slim Shady! (For real!)
You'll see more hits than a baseball stadium
Run up on The Temptations and waste all eight of 'em (Every last one!)
We can battle with yo' command
Snatch the spine out your back and make you fold like a bad poker hand! (Oh God!)

[Verse 10: Bizarre & Mr. Porter]
All you big n*ggas I let the nine explode
I'm too old to be rastlin' and f*cking up my clothes (I got a new polo)
Now you all alone, on the ground by yourself
While your boy yells (Ayo somebody get some help!)
f*ck the truce, ain't no apologies
I shoot so much I got funeral homes following me

[Outro: Mr. Porter]
That's right!
Yeah, yeah!
And while you're talking all that, yeah we live this sh*t!
You motherf*ckers ain't doing it!
I'm telling you right now! D12!