10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
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Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club
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11, 12, 13, pistols big as M 16's
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How the f*ck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans
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Nina, 2 nina's, a peace and they dont even see us
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Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine guns
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Vanos vo vano, bananas in our flannels
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Hands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candles
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Vannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannas
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Who come back all bananas, banna clips loaded
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Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherf*ckers dont want us
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To come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch of
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Motherf*ckers from Runyan, steady poppin them onions,
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Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
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Fixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone up
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You know we finna loc'n when we mixin coke with coke and nut rum up
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Yeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit up
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See you talk that hoe shit now when you down you dont get up
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And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you up
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They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up
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Heater no heater, automatic no matic
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Mac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have it
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You never know what im packin' so you just dont want no static
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And open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance to
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Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli
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Really homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me really
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You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealy
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F*ck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy!
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[Eminem - Chorus]
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Git Up Now!
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Lets get it crackin, Git, Its on and poppin
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Its D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppin
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We're gonna get it crackalatin
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What you waitin for the waiters orders
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Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit hatin
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Git Up Now!
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Notice you're sittin, what the f*ck is you deaf
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You motherf*ckers dont listen, I said,
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We bout to get this motherf*cker crackalatin'
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Quit, procrastinatin'
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What the f*ck you waitin for get off the wall and quit hatin
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[Swift]
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I keep a shit load of bullets a pitpull to pull it out (?)
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And automatically explode on motherf*ckers until they mouth be closed permanently
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You get burned until i quickly you can not hit me *****z to terrified to come get me,
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Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run,
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When the reaper comes, the repercussions' gon' leak your blood,
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Inglewood, steepin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone,
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I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on parole,
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Snatch you out our home, like eviction notices hoe,
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When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam,
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When I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll,
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At the toll, when I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, *****.
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[Kuniva]
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Now it's proven it's about to be a misunderstanding
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In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers & mothers suing
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Cause *****s don't know the difference, you bitches just stick to fiction
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It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction rippin' it,
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Grippin' the pump and who wanna f*ck with a walking psychopathic
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Pyromaniac shady cats with 80 gats
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And maybe thats the reason that you gon' get it the worst a
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And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first
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I dispurse the crowd with something vigor and versatile
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So go on and record you verses now while you got a mouth,
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And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle,
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Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my equittle,
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And a glock that you stop you from waking,
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Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native americans,
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A Indian N****, we back in you life and back in your wife,
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Hit you in the back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight.
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[Chorus]
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