10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Ready or not, here we come, here comes trouble in the club
11, 12, 13, pistols big as M 16's
How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans?
Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they don't even see us
Some shit pops off, we squeeze each one
They gon' think it's machine guns
Vanos vo vano, bannas in our flannels
Hands around our colt handles, hold them like Roman candles
Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas

Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded
Managers, bouncers and the club owners
The motherfuckers don't want us
To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch
Of motherfuckers from Runyan, steady poppin' them onions
Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
Fixin' to get into some shit, just itchin' to choke someone up
You know we finna loc'n when we mixin' coke with Coke and nut rum up
Yeah yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up
See you talk that hoe shit now, when you down you won't get up

And can't sit up you're so slit up, the ambulance won't sew you up
They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up
Heater no heater, automatic no matic
Mac or no mac, it don't matter if I have or don't have it
You never know what I'm packin' so you just don't want no static
And open up a whole can of whoop ass, you don't wanna chance to
Risk it, no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli
Really homie don't be silly, homie you don't know me really
You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin' what the dealy
Fuck it! Lets just get busy, D Twizzys back up in the hizzy

Git up now
Lets get it crackin', Git, its on and poppin'
Its D12 is back in this bitch, uh, there ain't no stoppin'
We're gonna get it crackalatin'
What you waitin' for the waiter's orders?
Say no more fo tryin' to play the wall and quit hatin'
Git up now
Notice you're sittin', what the fuck are you deaf?
You motherfuckers don't listen
I said, "We 'bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit, procrastinatin'
What the fuck you waitin' for? Get off the wall and quit hatin' "

I keep a shit load of bullets, a pit puller to pull it out
And automatically explode on motherfuckers
Until they mouth be closed permanently
You get burned until I quickly
You cannot hit me, niggaz too terrified to come get me
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When the Reaper comes, the repercussions' gon' leak your blood
Inglewood, steppin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone
I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole
Snatch you out your home, like eviction notices, hoe
When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam
When I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll
At the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul

Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding
And furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers and mothers suing
'Cause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction
Rippin' and grippin' the pump
And who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic
Pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats
And maybe thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst a
And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gonna get it first

I disperse the crowd with something vigor and versatile
So go on and record your verses now while you got a mouth
And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle
Kunizzle will lift up D12, Gizzle will throw a party for my acquital
When a glock that you must stop me from walking
Bullets that hit your liver, I'll even shoot native Americans
A Indian 'Never-a-nigger', we back in your life and back in your wife
Hit you in your back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight

Git up now
Lets get it crackin', Git, it's on and poppin'
Its D12 is back in this bitch, uh, there ain't no stoppin'
We're gonna get it crackalatin'
What you waitin' for the waiter's orders?
Say no more fo tryin' to play the wall and quit hatin'
Git up now
Notice you're sittin', what the fuck, are you deaf?
You motherfuckers don't listen
I said, "We 'bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Quit, procrastinatin'
What the fuck you waitin' for? Get off the wall and quit hatin'
Git up now!"

Yeah! D12!
We're back!
Git up now
Where you now, soldiers?
I'm waiting for you
What the fuck you wanted with us?
Nobody