For life as D12, no ice and spreewells,
every night that I chill in, I fight by free-will.
Knowing I can be killed, leaving my group,
pieces of Proof with a reason to shoot and a license to ill.
We lost Bugz and I'll be damed if we lose another man
from our clan without forcing our hand.
Estorting you're family, i'll slaughter your granny
For my nigga's, I'm on you're motherfuckin' porch with a 'Cammy.