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 dont even see us
Some shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon'
think its machine guns
Vanos vo vano, bananas 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, banna clips loaded
Managers, bouncers and the club owners, the
motherfuckers dont 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
dont get up
And can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance
wont 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 dont matter if I have or dont
have it
You never know what im packin' so you just dont
want no static
And open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont
wanna chance to
Risk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milli
Really homie dont be silly, homie you dont 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!

[Eminem]
Git Up Now!
Lets get it crackin, Git, Its on and poppin
Its D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint
no stoppin
We're gonna get it crackalatin
What you waitin for the wait is over
Say no more fo tryin to play the wall and quit
hatin
Git Up Now!
Notice you're sittin, what the fuck is you deaf
You motherfuckers dont 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

[Swift]
I keep a shit load of bullets a pitpull to pull it
out (?)
And automatically explode on motherfuckers until
they mouth be closed permanently
You get burned until i quickly you can not hit me
*****z to terrified to come get me,
Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug,
people run,
When the reaper comes, the repercussions' gon'
leak your blood,
Inglewood, steepin' without a weapon, you leave,
you gone,
I'm still runnin' with stolen toasters while on
parole,
Snatch you out our 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, *****.

[Kuniva]
Now it's proven it's about to be a
misunderstanding
In furniture moving, bullets flying, lawyers &
mothers suing
Cause *****s don't know the difference, you
bitches just stick to fiction
It's sickening, you can't even walk in my
jurisdiction rippin' it,
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
gon' get it first
I dispurse the crowd with something vigor and
versatile
So go on and record you verses now while you got a
mouth,
And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle,
Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a
party from my equittle,
And a glock that you stop you from waking,
Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot native
americans,
A Indian N****, we back in you life and back in
your wife,
Hit you in the back with a knife and get it
crackin' tonight.