Title: D-12 music vid
Description: one the first D-12 songs my fav ah dedicated to shabasa cause she likes eminem as much as me and thanking all the eminem fans for liking eminem

Title: D12 - Fight music
Description: uncut version of fight music video

Title: D-12 - Fight Music: BET Version, Closed Captioned
Description: Music video by D-12 performing Fight Music: BET Version, Closed Captioned with Marc Klasfeld (C) 2001 Interscope Records

Title: D-12 - Git Up: Uncut Version
Description: Music video by D-12 performing Git Up: Uncut Version (C) 2004 Shady Records/Interscope Records

Title: OH MARY! - Music Video: Bizarre (D12), King Gordy, Livio...
Description: Music Video for OH MARY!

Title: how come D12 eminem
Description: vide0 de D12

Title: d12 - fight music
Description: fight music - d12

Title: D12 ft. Eminem - Fight Music
Description: (Coro: Eminem) This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit, for these kids, to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know - that's the new shit The type of shit that causes mass confusion and drastic movement of people actin stupid (Kon Artis) I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm Hidin under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms Connivin Kon, Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!" A lush that love to drink, drunk drivin a tank Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat Push your baby carriage into the street, 'til it's mince meat Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street This is fight music! (Bizarre) You know why my hands are so numb? (No) Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't cum (oh) Smacked this whore for talkin crap (bitch) So what if she's handicapped, the bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap I fuckin hate you; I'll take your drawers down and rape you While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!) Satan done got me on this song Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john Tired of wearin this yellow thong Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong) Now here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms Fuck your love songs (Coro) (Proof) Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on? I'm King Kong, guns blow you [ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/GAQ ] to king-dom come Show you machine gun funk Sixteen m-16's and one pump {*click-clack*} The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw Have you runnin out this fuckin club in your drawers We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source It's fight music (Swifty McVay) I'm a nigga that loves scuffles And won't hesitate to sock you again for swollen knuckles I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps Blow his head back right in front of the priest sayin, "You hear that?" I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink I suffocated my shrink just for talkin Came back and fucked up his pallbearers and made 'em drop his coffin It's fight music! (Kuniva) These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em See all these niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin 'em If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em with premium Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin your life music! (Eminem) If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it Then spit it back in the faces of you racists and hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit You Liberace's, Versace's, and you nazis Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna JUDGE me cause you're NOT me You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me I came to save these new generations of babies from parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy to grow to praise me I'm makin 'em go crazy That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on And this song is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called.. (Coro) It's fight music!

Title: d12 - Revelation - Devils Night
Description: You can download this track for free from http://FREEMUSICVAULT.INFO d12 - Revelation - Devils Night

Title: D12 - 40 OZ *Music Video*
Description: D12 World 40 OZ Enjoy! [Intro (background "WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!")] Yeah nigga! It's D12 up in this motherfucker! You know how we get nigga we wild in the club Motherfuckers, everybody get crunk in Detroit too nigga! So wile the fuck out! [Chorus] Pour your 40 out. (Guzzle It) [8x] Bitch!!! [Bizzare] We fucked up, Let us in the club. One of y'all niggas gon' catch a slug, (Yeah) I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month. Any nigga pop shit, go to the trunk. D12 start shit, nigga come get us, 7 Mile Runyan, wild niggas wit us, Cause all my niggas is talkin' that shit. Ain't got no problem, with smackin no bitch. I'll have my wife, cut your throat. Blunts, gans, that's all we smoke Wild the fuck out, stab you with a knife, It's D12 nigga, we ready to fuckin' fight. [Chorus] Biiitch [Eminem] Who tryin' to be the first one to catch this blade in the throat! You know the po-po don't let me hold them toasters no mo' I just cut three people, you gon' be number four If you don't back the fuck up, and get the fuck up off the flo'. My crew is takin over as soon as we hit the do' You hit the door then we comin' in and you goin' home. Security that can't even stop us because they know, Runyan Avenue soldiers hold it down wherever we go. Suckin on our 40's and holdin up .44's. We come with toasters like we just opened saving's and loans. And we don't need your brew tonight homie we brought our own. So grab whatever you sippin on and let's get it on!!!! [Chorus] [Kuniva] We deep as a motherfuck, we 'bout to get it crunk You just another punk in the club about to get jumped I settle my vendettas with AK's, Berettas We dont supposed to be in here with our weapons but still they let us. Switchblade, brass knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle. Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble. Elbows flying, bitches crying, niggas bleeding, you retreating. Run into your car and skatin off, We G'ing We make example out of you haters runnin' your mouth. You the reason why your peoples is pourin they 40z out. Dirty Dozen whiling, beat niggas bloodied. And you gon' have to pour out a keg for all your homies. [Chorus] Biiitch [Proof] I was raised by drunks, so I became a drunk. 80 Proof for this rocker, that's the name I want. I'm in the club to beef, you gotta murder me there Only talk to a bitch with burgundy hair. Or the aisle in the back, bump a seven deuce. See that top on that 40, you know it's comin' loose. See me on the Av. daily, we runnin' this shit. If your chick get loud, I g-money that bitch. Packin mags and clips, I'll smash your clique. Because of Proof they put the "G" in the alphabet. Smoking weed, drinking henny, remy, in that jimmy Don't worry if we run out the corner store got plenty. [Chorus]

Title: D-12 - U R The One
Description: Music video by D-12 performing U R The One with Davy Duhamel [Video Director], Billy Parks [Video Producer] (C) 2004 Shady Records/Interscope Records

Title: Eminem featuring D 12 My words Are Weapons Al Gore 2008
Description: Eminem featuring D 12 - My words Are Weapons - Funk Master Flex 60 Minutes Of Funk Vol. 4 Al Gore 2008

Title: D-12 - Fight Music: MTV Version, Closed Captioned
Description: Music video by D-12 performing Fight Music: MTV Version, Closed Captioned (C) 2001 Interscope Geffen (A&M) Records A Division of UMG Recordings Inc.

Title: D12 - Ain't Nuttin' But Music (Instrumental)
Description: NOTE: This is only a looped version, it's not the official. I made it because I couldn't find the instrumental anywhere. "D12 - Ain't Nuttin' But Music" [Eminem] It's shit like this I kick to these rich white kids Who just might see how fucked up this sick life is Ooops I did it again didn't I my shit's harder To figure out than what Britney's tit size is Oooh I probably pissed you off again didn't I bitch So what Christina Gaguilera kiss my grits You know how many shits I give. I wish I did So I can quit givin these twisted little kids ideas This just in, Britney just dissed Justin She just fucked Ben, got tit fucked and dick sucked him If Affleck can get his ass licked, how come I can't shit Goddamn bitch I'm rich I can't understand this Are those pictures they made of us together on the internet As close as I'm ever gonna get to hittin it from the back And shit when it comes to that I hit harder from the back Than Everlast when he's pluggin Lethal in his fuckin ass Just give me one more chance Britney hit me one more time Let me know what's on your mind, Whitney give me one more line To sniff, you fuckers know what time it is Fuck your jewelery my record's almost diamond, BEEOTCH! [HOOK 2X: Eminem + Dr Dre] What's goin on in the world today People fightin, feudin, lootin, it's okay Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll Tell 'em Dre- It aint nuttin but music [Bizarre] Eminem doesn't like N'Sync, well I do So fuck him, and the Backstreet Boys too Whatever happened to the cast of Different Strokes Gary's broke, Todd's snortin coke, and Dana overdosed I got two little boys wit me Michael Jackson sent two helicopters to get me I'm up early wit my hair curly Me and Mr. Furly, fuckin Laverne and Shirley! [Kuniva] Alotta rappers are livin in la la land That's why I let my dogs out on the Baha men As bad as a life I had, I'm not mad I don't need to be a jackass to beat up my dad My whole family's country, my grandmother's old fashioned And she keeps askin me why I rap wit a honky But grannie I'm a flunky I could be a junky I could be hangin with the hoochies out at the club scene [Kon Artis] To all the independent women in the house! (HOUSE!) Show us your tits and shut your motherfuckin mouth! (WHAT?!) [Proof] Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney Houston The shit's she's usin' (SNIFF!) Jesse Jackson, reverend scandal Got George Michael's, Tevin Campbells PeeWee Herman's, peep show places Public restrooms, beat those cases [HOOK] [Swifty McVay] Huh, your mom and dad probably mad at us (for what) We done turned their kids into little body snatchers Aint like where I'm from, we don't bite our tongue Are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry guns It's sad but I'm glad that I'm made to rhyme Where you work you aint gettin paid for that overtime It's only music, media know it but they blind I aint in your light, so stay they hell up outta mine Y'all the reason why Princess Diana ended up dyin If you people get offended I don't care (stop cryin) Tryin to get us to leave cuz what we say just aint clean (uh, uh) But holdin back on what I say just aint me [Kon Artis] Now what's these parents all mad for? (Your music is bad for 'um) For teenage kids that drink more than Ted Danson in Cheers Carson drink beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (SHUTUP!) Broke or rich, I still do that same old shit I don't jump in front of a camera and change no shit So when they ask me about my sarcasticness I just slap 'em, turn around and ask 'em this [HOOK] [ www.azlyrics.com ]

Title: Eminem ft D12 When The music stops LIVE
Description: ***I DO NOT OWN THIS SONG OR VIDEO I JUST WANT TO SUPPORT EMINEM AND SHADY RECORDS!*** [Eminem:] If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would you feel sorrow or show love Or would it matter Can never be the lead-off batter of things Shit for me to feed off I'm see-saw battling But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake There's too much on my plate And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away And not say what I got to say What the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smoking crack? Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back I get up 'for I get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack shit out I'm trying-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark You all steady trying to drown the shark Ain't gonna do nothing but piss me off Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off See me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shooting I'm just trying to knock his teeth out Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle Talk is cheap, motherfucker if you're really feeling froggish, leap You're slim, you're gonna let him get away with that? He tried to play you, you can't let him 'scape with that Man I hate this crap, this ain't rap, This is crazy the way we act When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops [Swift:] There ain't no getting rid of McVeigh If so you would've tried The only way I'm leaving this bitch is suicide I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with Hennessey, Got drunk then I finished he I'm every niggas favorite arch-enemy. Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark diligently I'm not what you think I appear to be fucked up Mentally endangered I can't stay away from a razor I just want my face in a paper I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres I murder you Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of Sam, bitch, I'm surgical I'll allergic to dying, you think not? you got balls? We can see how large When the music stops [Kon Artist:] I was happy having a deal at first, Thought money would make me happy but It only made my pain worst, It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you dawg When you ain't got nothing left but your word and your balls And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends Beggin' with they hands out Checking for your record when its selling When it ain't, that's the end, no laughs No friends no girl Just the gin you drink till you car spin you then [Screech] Damn! [Crash] U slam into the wall and you fall Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops [Kuniva:] Let's see how many of your men loyal, When I pull up looking for you, With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust your head would just explode With red stuff I'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon Braggin about how you shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you Niggas, if I was you niggas, I'll run while given the chance Understand I can enchance the spirit of man Death itself, it can't hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really Irks me, you ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk Be smart and stop trying to walk how g's walk before we spark Hug the floor while we plan tug-o-war with your life, fuck the tour and the mic I'll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner's like You high hype poppin' shit in broad day light nigga your a gonna at night When The Music Stops [Proof:] Instigators, turn pits in cages Let loose and bit the neighbours wrist to razors You all don't want war, you want talk In the dark my dogs all bark like woof Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof Caved in like reindeer hoofs Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose The more you all breach, the more I moves This hill street, this is hardcore blues Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (nigga) Or make the news betcha all you all move When the Uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop [Bizzare:] Music's changed my life in so many ways Brains confused and fucked since the 5th grade LL told me to rock the bells NWA said fuck the police Now I'm in jail 93 was strictly R&B Fucked up hair cut Listen to Jodeci Michael Jackson, who gonna tell me I ain't Mike Ass cheeks painted white Fucking Presilla at night Flying down sunset smoking crack Transvestite in the front Eddi Murphy in the back MOP had me grindy and griddy Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue And grew some titties Ludacris told me to throw them bowls Now I'm in the hospital Broken nose and a fractured elbow Voices in my head, I'm going in shock, I'm reaching for the glock but the music stops [Bang]