[Intro]

Alright, ayo you know it

You're missing on the B-Boy aspect of this thing

Lemme put some B-Boy-ism on you alright (Lower that mic a little man)

Yo right, get up in them- (Lower that mic down a little bit)

Lower it down a little bit? Alright

I'm lowering the mic down, this 'bout right here?

This about right?

A'ight, yo, yo yo

I like that, you got a vo-o, you got a level? (Yeah as long as you get right)

Alright alright y'all, alright alright y'all

Alright alright y'all, alright alright y'all

[Verse 1]

Ayo I murder a mic like O.J. murder bitches

My words are risen higher than urban prison to birds and chickens

Nothing but bricks and keys

Watch me switch my speed, let me tell you about these weak emcees

Without D12 there's no you, the real know, it's so true

Detroit is like "Go Proof!"

The first fat man to show his gun is Bizzy

Second Kevin Black with Bubba Sparxxx we double raw

Step it back, to get the credit for Kuniva's incredible rhymes

Tell these locals the ghetto is mine

Yellowish spine, cowards devour the powerless nigga

Now is the hour of the sourest spitter

Bow to the illest, hah hah, now is the realest

To your locale my nigga, I'll send a thousand gorillas

Never been a quiter but I understand Mase

I pull a gun on Kid Rock and run him for his fanbase, c'mon

[Chorus]

We ain't got no choice but to win (And we don't care who the fuck we offend)

We ain't got no choice but to win (We tryna get paid by using the pen)

We ain't got no choice but to win (If I ain't the best that nigga be my twin, true)

We ain't got no choice but to win (I ain't tryna to go back to work again)

[Verse 2]

I ain't punching a clock no more (Uh uh)

I'm tryna see Sindey Syringe out on tour, c'mon

And see Promatic stack cabbage (I do what I-)

Then help Bizarre Kid kick his crack habit (Stop smoking)

The mathematics is Proof, plus the mic is loot

Don't trust Eminem with a gun he might just shoot (Calm down)

Ice my crew, Horny Mizack, 1st Beezy

Cyzer, the dirt city, the Earth need me

To pummel these poets, aerobics are claiming the D

And give 'em respect without even naming the P?

While most of y'all was fans, copping albums

I was at The Hip-Hop Shop, dropping all bums

No more popping valiums, just pump the volume

And most of y'all gon' everlast and jump around them (Jump)

Spit flames 'til life fuses

Yeah I threw up P.A. in the video of Fight Music

But don't confuse it, segregate and hate (Uh uh)

Detroit's my city and M.I.'s the state

[Bridge]

D12, play to win

Dogmatic, play to win, hah hah

Raw C my niggas, play to win

J-Hill now, play to win

Dirty Management, play to win

Fat Killahz y'all, play to win

The Dreadnaughtz c'mon, play to win

And Paradime y'all, play to win

Rock Bottom y'all, play to win

Cyzer Soset

[Chorus]

We ain't got no choice but to win (And we don't care who the fuck we offend)

We ain't got no choice but to win (We tryna get paid by using the pen)

We ain't got no choice but to win (If I ain't the best that nigga be my twin, true)

We ain't got no choice but to win (I ain't tryna go back to work again)