D12 (X-Treme™ Saider) Bad News Lyrics:
[Chorus] Brigade jump on a couple of punks
Nigga, we bad news (We bad news, nigga) To beef
for real If you step our way it's on Anybody,
everybody (Oh shit) Come on Brigade jump on a
couple of punks That's how we're moving it moving
it moving it To beef for real If you step our
way it's on Anybody, everybody (That's right)
Come on

[Kon Artis] We breaking every rule in the book
Illegal crooks that got your mind shook Kon done
with spells up Poisonous cook The Kon Artis
Make way for the hell raiser Mysterious neighbor
Cuttin throats with broke Coke Bottles and rusty
razors I ain't the one to save you in a crisis I
kick you while you're down Snatch you up and ask
you who's the nicest Better say me Or I'll put
your next to some vice crips And squeeze until
they lifeless I stayin confidence with my mind
About being good or evil I'm deceitful Lethal
when I leave you Dead inside your blood brother
When your hand for help reaches out We just
chuckle Now where the fuck of how we is as
individuals We raise wrong Politics and poverty
got us head strong You dead wrong If you think
you'll make it out with all your limbs Grab your
camera So we can put this on film

[Kuniva] Hey Don't get cut into hundreds over
some dumb shit I advise you to run quick cuz we
run this Guns click on the reg reg Put MCs on
they death beads Either that or leavin' 'em
walking on peg legs In various locations I'll be
wylin' out at places I'm why they're running out
Of handicap parking spaces Intense dreams You
want suspense? It's endless How I massacre crews
Leave you solo and friendless Contact lens less
then lifeless The trifest MC You never wanna
fight with Or rock a mic with Carry a knife with
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Da Brigade on the night shift Pack this big dick
that I use to fuck your wife with You ain't the
nicest Derelicts with intelligence Leaving your
grill wide open like pelicans Just wait My words
penetrate through your vertebrate Til it snap
your neck brace And crack your chest plate

[Chorus]

[Kon Artis] You studies wanna job like assets
Rough is ready to start teaching niggas In ass
whippin' classes Breaking glasses Damage crews
by the masses Shit talking like Cassius Get in
your E-Class and dash bitch Kon Artis The only
man that can expand the cervix With the tip of my
bone Get in your girl and keep fucking Until she
starts screaming "Leave me alone"
Walking predacone Looking for weak grade to set
it on From dusk til dawn I bomb Went through
hell and remain calm The devils to stir us to
fight me Just to see what type of shit that I was
on Those bastards is why they got burnt And
turned into crisp XXXXX With lyrics hotter than
lava comes It's urgent That she splurge with
Before I merge with Kuniva will make ya nerves
emerge and split Heard me bitch You weren't
worthy with the mic Is why I snatch it And
people think and praise with words that I like
With things that I say on you You need someone to
spar with Put you in the back of my trunk Get in
my car trick Running with nothing but thugs With
the fug We more dangerous than L.A. cops with big
clubs Who's arresting you when you're drunk You
sick munk Spitting up bills scriptures and gumps
Till you punks get the picture Get it? If rap
was a whore you couldn't hit it I make it my
business Twenty four seven to try and stick it

[Kuniva] Gotta get it I gotta give it to you
non-stop Bombs drop lyrical warfare we onslaught
Dead bodies rot We making your body rock Licking
them off like lollipops That the shotty pop
Kuniva snatch rolex chains, watches and anklets
Dissin' the stank bitch Packing heaters to make
you thank quick Now ain't this Something you
don't want a piece of Don't worry about waiting
these ones Chillin' with me buds

[Chorus]
Lyrics: Bad News, D12 (X-Treme™ Saider) [end]