D12 - Kick In The Door [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook 1: Proof]
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go...
I got P.A. at your doorway, I got Seven Mile at your door way
I got Schoolcraft at your doorway, we gon' hit the hinges off your doorway
For shallow tips and slugs, to put up in your mug
Every nigga on your team already been plugged
I'm in to breakin' necks, not in to fightin' scrubs
I ain't got no love, D12, ridin' for Bugz
Got hollow tips and slugs, to put up in your mug
Every niggaa on your team already been plugged
I'm in to breakin' necks, not in to fightin' scrubs
I ain't got no love, D12, ridin' for Bugz

[Verse 2: Swifty McVay]
Ha...
Y'all ain't seein' Shady Records, what the fuck you thought this was?
You beefin' with G-Unit, they gon' throw you out the club
You try to front on Obie, you gon' have to see a slug
If you fuck with Dirty Dozen we be killin' who you love, we above you bitch niggas
'Cuz y'all been kissin' ass so long your not a man, your mama just gave birth to a thong
It hurts when I'm around and worse when I'm gone
I smother ya, label me "murder", "dirt coverer", slash "hersh burgular"
Your ass'll burn more than a lab spilled with acid
And ain't gon' be goin' further than that drastic ass-kick
Niggas gettin' clowned, we dick pissin', they caught pissin' sittin' down
I'll snatch your wrenches, so bitches can cancel Christmas
It ain't no color shit, so fuck wearing trenches, you swimming with the fishes
I don't need a mask, I'll leave pictures in your kitchen
I leave a nigga linched for even mentionin' a mission
And all of the attention gon' be sent back to your henchmen, and they give different pigment
I can't keep it lyrical, once you walk the streets they'll consider niggas "missing", its all apart of beef
I keep beaters all around me, aproach me and start it, they won't eat
I'll have you stealin' out of grocery markets, hoes just be retarted
Supposed to be the hardest, but the only thing they smart at is posing as a target

[Bridge]
Y'all think y'all heat could stop McVay, y'all see me y'all ain't got shit to say
Y'all creep, y'all peeps, y'all streets was deep, D12 don't give a fuck about you anyway...

[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Yo
Now when niggas get to babblin', bullets get to travelin'
Have 'em on some Judgement Day, Jesus and Heaven shit
Send your body flyin' through the air like a javelin
On some Manson shit and I ain't talkin' about "Marylin"
You know Kuniva, nigga I'll be rowdy as fuck
Run up on you with a gauge and blow you out of your truck
And I ain't no John Gotti, more like a sawed shotty
I don't wear minks, I wear full length dead bodies
Whattup do'? I don't play cards, I'm real cutthroat
Take the finest bitch that you datin' and run a busto
Hot shots settlin' inside your stomach now it's simmerin'
Bullets calm hype niggas down better than Ritalin
You little son of a bitch, packin' one in a clip, you always runnin' your lip
You probably born with a clit...

[Interlude]
"I'm the king of this muthafucka, we run shit, been runnin' it
We been gettin' money around here..."
"Fuck y'all niggas, this First Born, niggas..."
(Gunshots and ricochets against cars and metal)
(Woman screams in terror)

[Verse 4: Proof]
Cap n' Town, drop it down, got the drool in my face
It's all Proof, finger streets, there's a girl in the case
Had to do him, yeah I knew him, but he fronted on "P."
Call town cause his mouth just runnin' on feast...
Now how the fuck you gon' act like Proof is just dizzy?
Everybody know me I'm the truth in the city
You don't want me against ya, the inventor of beef, turn the streets of the D against ya
P-Pis-P-pistol, pulverizin' the punks, period, provin' the P-power, it's painful
Fuck your energy, your plain flow, I stay cold
I got more G's than Bobanga got more sugar on his payroll
The Proof is in it like Prego, in Detroit I've been poppin', more than Faygo
I never speak whats not true, Bush will fuck with Osama, but not Proof, D12...

[Hook 2]
I got my chain your doorway, I got Promatic at your doorway
I got Raw-C at your doorway, we gon' hit the fuckin' hinges off your door fo' sho'
Got hollow tips and slugs, to put up in your mug, every nigga on your team already been plugged
I'm in to breakin' necks, not in to fighting scrubs
I ain't got no love, D12, ridin' for Bugz
Got hollow tips and slugs, to put up in your mug, every nigga on your team already been plugged
I'm in to breakin' necks, not in to fighting scrubs
I ain't got no love, D12, ridin' for Bugz

[Outro]
Alright hold on, Proof just sat me back in the booth
Youknowimsayin, cause I was a little too harsh
Youknowimsayin, that's how downtown niggas get down
You can catch me down there, [????] one state
But um, I'mma put it like this man
Real niggas, real street niggas
If you got beef with a nigga, you don't, you don't put kids in it, youknowimsayin
Real niggas, you don't have to speak on a nigga's kid
Another thing dawg, when your mans need you, and he put you on
You don't turn your fuckin back on him, youknowimsayin
And for the two niggas that I'm talkin bout, you feel me dawg
Believe me, it's all coming to an end