Throw em Up High

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

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

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

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

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

"Dirty Dozen"

"Won't be the same since we touching the game"