D12 - Pressed Your Luck lyrics

[Verse 1: Kuniva] Now people I live trifling, I express it through writing If you can't feel it, then I must express it through fighting And I just bought me a new gauge and added on a new knife And I strike people so fast, n***as think I threw lightning Clash with a few titans, blasted a few hype men Been hara**ed by two dykes who wanted lou pikner Plus you know I'm too violent, to be out with you whiling Cause as soon as you driving I'm a spit a few 5 ones And I love to Kuniv' son, and you left a live one I know how to hide guns, from skinny to wide ones Go buy me a long sub and hide it inside buns You looking for hoes, and up in here you going find none You n***as done tried once, and you can kiss my nuts You soft little dry c*nts, get stomped till your eyes shut No time for the wild ones, I'm writing these five words "f** you dick riding n***as," count it, it's five words We deep as a motherf**er, 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, bra** knuckles, nickel plated belt buckle Broken beer bottles, when we walk in you can smell trouble [Hook: Mr. Porter] I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games I just came to f** and maybe get some brain I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned You know all I really wanna do is f** I ain't gon' let a money hungry women set me up And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned [Verse 2: Swift] I throw a brick at your crib, have you standin on the porch Screamin, "Look what you did!" I ain't feelin no remorse n***a just pick up the kids, and Swift got first dibs With these cherry hot slugs that'll barbecue your ribs I'm preparin d**hbeds, quick to bust lead While I'm starin at the Feds, tearin off they legs Once you drop dead they'll be swearin it's a plague I'm sicker than a coke rastafarian with dreads You get shanked if you move, ditched with no clues Don't put sh** on yo' tape but yo' skits and interludes And once I finish you they wouldn't put it in the news I'm nuts so you hoes ain't got the GUTS to interview I don't give a f** if we beefin or not, I'll squeeze first I'mma heat up yo' spot, I'm a n***a that breathe dirt On these streets every day, snatchin n***as yay How you b**hes needin work, you can get it from McVay [Verse 3: Proof] Missin since yesterday, perfect just for rape See I'm on judgment day, numb from special K Two tabs of X and vitamin C Swallow Hennessey along with Tylenol 3 Grindin the teeth at the signs of the E I lost six days at a time in the week The crime in the street hold your parents for ransom While D-12 gang rape Marilyn Manson In twelve hours we blow a pound of the chronic Barf up my stomach linin, drown in my vomit Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on I'm King Kong, guns blow you to kingdom come Show you machine gun funk Sixteen M-16's and one pump The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaws Have you running out this f**ing club in your drawers We lovin' the broads, there's nothin' to applaud But f** it it's all good, the hood is up in us all [Hook: Mr. Porter] I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games I just came to f** and maybe get some brain I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned You know all I really wanna do is f** I ain't gon' let a money hungry women set me up And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned [Verse 4: DMX] The streets, the cops, the system, harra**ment The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha a** kicked (aight) The lawyers, the part, they are, of the puzzle The release, the warning, "Try not, to get in trouble" The snitches, the odds (uhh), probation, parole The new charge, the bail, the warrant, the hole The cell, the bus, the ride, up North The greens, the boots, the yard, these hearts The fightin, the stabbin, the pullin, the grabbin The riot squad with the captain, nobody knows what happened (what?!) The two years in a box, revenge, the plots The twenty-three hours that's locked, the one hour that's not (uhh!) The silence, the dark, the mind, so fragile The wish, that the streets, would have took you, when they had you (damn) The days, the months, the years, dispair One night on my knees, here it comes, the prayer My wife, my kids (uh-huh), the life that I live Through the night, I was his (uh-huh), it was right, but I did (uh-huh) My ups, and downs (uhh), my slips, my falls My trials and tribulations (uhh), my heart, my balls [Hook: Mr. Porter] I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games I just came to f** and maybe get some brain I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned You know all I really wanna do is f** I ain't gon' let a money hungry women set me up And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned