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conversations.value: Write me a song called We Back with the following description: This was the first song of the Album Return Of the Dozen Vol. 1 which was a mixtape.The name itself says that D12 is back after the tragedy of Proof’s Death and Swift’s incarneation he was sent to jail for 3 years and after all that shit D12 is back.Eminem is not featured on any of this album Fuzz Scotta joined the group and Kon Artis left the group after these album Bizzare also left the group so now only 4 members are in present(EMINEM,KUNIVA,FUZZ SCOTTA,SWIFTY MCVAY)Expand -4Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: (The Aphilliates-style, motherfucker. Pay attention!)
  [Intro: DJ Young Mase]
  And just like that, mixtape shit is now official
  DJ Young Mase, AKA Mr. Detroit City
  You know what time it is
  Return of the Dozen!
  Kuniva, Big Proof, Marshall Mathers
  Bizarre, Kon Artist, Swift McVay
  [Hook: Bizarre]
  We, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we back
  We back (It's D12, mother-fucker!)
  We back (D12, mother-fucker!)
  We, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we back
  We back (D12, mother-fucker!)
  We back (It's D12, mother-fucker!)
  [Verse 1: Swifty]
  I've been firing up my ounces in Vietnam in houses
  Just the past time, go ask about me in the county
  I am mentally disruptive and untouched, I'm not lying
  I'll snipe you faster than a nigga that's been caught wired
  My thought process is maniacal
  Tylenol threes mixed with Vicodin can make a hella antidote
  Speak irrelevant, there ain't enough medicine
  That can stop me from swelling your mouths worse than pelicans
  I [can sock whores?] that's with enough force
  To crack the back of their skeletons
  Fuck having remorse
  You'd be better off being suicidal than forfeiting
  You can hide your horsemen, but not they vital organs
  Snitches are foes, and when they see me
  Folks are quick to point their fingers at me faster than ET
  My felonies be changing with the weather
  I'll be the nigga blacker than X-Clan and the Panthers put together [Hook: Bizarre]
  We, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we back
  We back (It's D12, mother-fucker!)
  We back (D12, mother-fucker!)
  We, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we back
  We back (D12, mother-fucker!)
  We back (It's D12, mother-fucker!)
  [Verse 2: Bizarre]
  Back in the studio, back on the block
  Back in St. Andrews, got them hammers cocked
  Nigga I don't get shot, I do the shooting
  Gang member, I do all the recruiting
  Ball till y'all fall, out there in Reno
  Blowing ten thousand, Motor City casino
  They say my group was wanted on some IRS shit
  That's what happens when five niggas sell bricks
  When it comes to beefin', we don't need Marshall
  St. Aubin massacre, call me Tamara Marshall
  Come on your block and get loose
  Shoot niggas for a triple-fat goose, this one's for Proof
  This is for my dawgs
  This is for my peoples
  This is for them niggas, Bacardis and the Regals
  (I see dead people) And it might be you
  If you ever, ever disrespect my crew [Hook: Bizarre]
  We, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we back
  We back (It's D12, mother-fucker!)
  We back (D12, mother-fucker!)
  We, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we back
  We back (D12, mother-fucker!)
  We back (It's D12, mother-fucker!)
  [Verse 3: Kuniva]
  Your boys are back in the building, yeah
  We back on the map
  Back to doing them drugs
  Packing the mac in the Ac'
  If you wanna get 'em up, let's make hap' with a scrap
  Niggas be running they trap until the hammer go "clap"
  Bloody you up like a Cotex
  Leave your face big like Rolex
  My guns carry 21 like "three feet, no check"
  The laid-back, bumping James Brown, the big payback
  I don't play that like Pat, so don't say jack
  Shit is real in this killing field, where's your game face?
  Fuck you, your whole family and your namesake
  So step back and observe these little clowns
  Like they running this town, like we don't get down
  In my crib, I got plaques, they hanging all around
  And the only plaque you got is hanging in your mouth
  You're not like us, a million fans overseas
  We can leave for a week and come back with a hundred Gs
  We back [Hook: Bizarre]
  We, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we back
  We back (It's D12, mother-fucker!)
  We back (D12, mother-fucker!)
  We, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we back
  We back (D12, mother-fucker!)
  We back (It's D12, mother-fucker!)
  [Outro: DJ Young Mase]
  The dozen: they been all over the country; overseas
  Niggas done laid low for a minute
  But now we back, the streets is ours
  We back like we never left, niggas
  You know what time this is
  Return of the Dozen mixtape, hosted by the general
  The fuck y'all wanna do now?
  All y'all hating-ass niggas get your thongs ready
  We back! D12!