D12 — Throw em Up High

[Intro: Kuniva] Welcome back to Detroit city It feel good to be back in effect; Dirty Dozen is here once again That's for sure; we still in here, baby Nigga Swifty is fresh out. Welcome home, my nigga We still out here doing 'em, man; we still struggling and surviving So we still here. It's a blessing, baby [Verse 1: Kuniva] From the first moment you take a breath, you start dying The music stops, you see the hearse, start crying May the Lord have mercy on our worn-out soul Cause we feel like our heart has been torn out slow But we still living, still ripping Still sipping, still tipping with that .44 steel chrome gripping Even though we got a few missing We one a new mission, got a new vision Dude, listen: it's the rebirth of Proof and Bugz We're known as Dirty Dozen, doing what the Dirty does And that's struggling, surviving by any means In fact, we'll probably bring it to you on the big screen A lead single can't describe our life Cause our life is full of cold nights and violent fights The beginning of a new era The true terrors of the industry; write it down in your news letter [Hook: Kuniva] So one time for Proof; one time for Bugz Forever till we gone, we rep that Dirty Doz' Throw 'em up high, cause we live this shit Throw 'em up high; the true meaning of "sick" One time for Proof; one time for Bugz Forever till we gone, we rep that Dirty Doz' So go on and give it up; homie, it's all love We gave you our city, our story, our blood Throw 'em up high [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] We tight-knitted like crochet Brothers with blood thicker than paint; there's nothing tainted Consider this relationship unbreakable; there's no way we're stopping Not an option; you hoes can tell us 'bout our problems Keep bobbing and respect what [?] Stop opinionating, tryn'a act like Simon We never stop shining; profit's been sharp climbing Platinum my diamond; when the Lord shows a sign For me to keep my eyes wide; I'm riding Ready for whatever He's designing The spirit of P; we will forever be some wise men And Bugz is still watching over us This love is being showered from the power above [Hook] [Verse 3: Bizarre] I've been to Hell and back, and back to Hell Back in the studio; Swift fresh out of jail I'm fresh off the plane, straight from Atlanta Flip-flops and socks; talking my country grammar Cause ain't no party till I touch down You know me: [?] Throwing rap battles, tryn'a keep the city crunk But every week, somebody get jumped Oh well, I'mma keep on writing We lost two soldiers; I'mma keep on fighting And this is for [?], [?] and Mrs. Pitts D12 for life; we live this shit [Hook] [Outro] "Dirty Dozen" "Won't be the same since we touching the game"