What the fuck you wanted with us?
You never know what I'm packin' so you just don't want no static
What the fuck you waitin' for? Get off the wall and quit hatin' "
Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
When a glock that you must stop me from walking
Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
Quit, procrastinatin'
Git up now
11, 12, 13, pistols big as M 16's
A Indian 'Never-a-nigger', we back in your life and back in your wife
I disperse the crowd with something vigor and versatile
How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans?
Fuck it! Lets just get busy, D Twizzys back up in the hizzy
Of motherfuckers from Runyan, steady poppin' them onions
I'm waiting for you
Managers, bouncers and the club owners
Snatch you out your home, like eviction notices, hoe
They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up
Vanos vo vano, bannas in our flannels
I said, "We 'bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Inglewood, steppin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone
Lets get it crackin', Git, its on and poppin'
It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction
When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam
You motherfuckers don't listen
I said, "We 'bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'
Notice you're sittin', what the fuck are you deaf?
Notice you're sittin', what the fuck, are you deaf?
And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle
When the Reaper comes, the repercussions' gon' leak your blood
Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they don't even see us
'Cause niggas don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
Lets get it crackin', Git, it's on and poppin'
Say no more fo tryin' to play the wall and quit hatin'
And automatically explode on motherfuckers
Pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats
Kunizzle will lift up D12, Gizzle will throw a party for my acquital
You know we finna loc'n when we mixin' coke with Coke and nut rum up
We're gonna get it crackalatin'
Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding
Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded
Git up now
Fixin' to get into some shit, just itchin' to choke someone up
I keep a shit load of bullets, a pit puller to pull it out
Mac or no mac, it don't matter if I have or don't have it
Where you now, soldiers?
So go on and record your verses now while you got a mouth
And furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers and mothers suing
They gon' think it's machine guns
Hit you in your back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight
Yeah yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up
Tempt me, if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run
You motherfuckers don't listen
Really homie don't be silly, homie you don't know me really
Git up now
We're back!
Heater no heater, automatic no matic
Git up now
I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole
At the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul
And open up a whole can of whoop ass, you don't wanna chance to
Until they mouth be closed permanently
Quit, procrastinatin'
You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin' what the dealy
Some shit pops off, we squeeze each one
When I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll
And who wanna fuck with a walking psychopathic
What you waitin' for the waiter's orders?
Git up now!"
And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gonna get it first
Say no more fo tryin' to play the wall and quit hatin'
What you waitin' for the waiter's orders?
And maybe thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst a
Rippin' and grippin' the pump
Risk it, no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli
The motherfuckers don't want us
To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch
Its D12 is back in this bitch, uh, there ain't no stoppin'
We're gonna get it crackalatin'
And can't sit up you're so slit up, the ambulance won't sew you up
See you talk that hoe shit now, when you down you won't get up
You get burned until I quickly
Hands around our colt handles, hold them like Roman candles
Its D12 is back in this bitch, uh, there ain't no stoppin'
Yeah! D12!
You cannot hit me, niggaz too terrified to come get me
Bullets that hit your liver, I'll even shoot native Americans
Git up now
What the fuck you waitin' for? Get off the wall and quit hatin'
