[00:00.131]D12!
[00:01.907]Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
[00:04.728]Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club
[00:07.471]Eleven, twelve, thirteen, pistols big as M-16s
[00:10.423]How the fvxk we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans?
[00:13.166]Nina, two ninas, a piece, they don't even see us
[00:15.726]Some sx1t pops off we squeeze each one
[00:17.110]They're gonna think it's machine guns
[00:18.678]Vandals-vo-vandals, bananas and old flannels
[00:21.499]Hands around our Colt handles, hold them like Roman candles
[00:24.163]So ban us, go ban us, banana-fanna-fo-fannas
[00:27.141]Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded
[00:29.257]Managers, bouncers, and the club owners
[00:31.190]The motherfvxkers don't want us to come up, bum rush in the club
[00:34.011]And run up in it with a bunch of motherfvxkers from Runyon
[00:36.885]Steady poppin' them onions
[00:38.243]Ready, set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
[00:41.117]Fixin' to get into some sx1t, just itchin' to choke someone up
[00:43.807]You know we finna loc'n when we mix coke with coconut rum up
[00:46.524]So, yeah, yeah, ho, what up? See my people posted up
[00:49.528]See you talk that ho sx1t now, when you're down you won't get up
[00:52.219]And can't sit up you're so slit up, the ambulance won't sew you up
[00:55.040]They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up
[00:57.966]Heater-no-heater, automatic-no-matic
[01:00.787]Mag or no mag, it don't matter if I have or don't have it
[01:03.373]You never know when I'm packin' so you just don't want no static
[01:06.194]And open up a whole can of whoop axs
[01:07.997]You don't wanna chance to risk it, no biscuit
[01:10.531]Milli mac or mac milli
[01:11.993]Will he, won't he, don't be silly, homie you don't know me really
[01:14.710]You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin' what the dilly
[01:17.714]Fvxk it, let's just get busy D-Twizzy's back in the hizzy!
[01:20.039]Git up now! Let's get it crackin', yeah, it's on and poppin'
[01:22.782]B1xch, D12 is back in this b1xch, ugh! There ain't no stoppin'
[01:25.656]We're gon' get it crackalatin', what you waitin' for?
[01:28.111]The wait is over, say no more
[01:29.417]Quit tryna play the wall and quit hatin'
[01:31.220]Git up now! Y'all are still sitting? What the fvxk, are you deaf?
[01:34.119]You motherfvxkers don't listen I said
[01:36.026]We 'bout to get this motherfvxker crackalatin'
[01:38.377]Quit procrastinatin'
[01:39.605]What the fvxk you waitin' for? Get off the wall and quit hatin', b1xch
[01:42.583]Git up now!
[01:42.844]I keep a sx1tload of bullets, I pitbull it to pull it out
[01:45.326]And automatically explode on motherfvxkers until they mouth get closed
[01:48.774]Permanently, you get, burned to line quickly
[01:50.916]You cannot, hit me n1xxas, too terrified to come get me
[01:53.554]Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run
[01:56.454]When the reaper comes, the repercussion gon' equal blood
[01:59.223]N1xxa what? Steppin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone
[02:02.018]I be still rollin' with stolen toasters while on parole
[02:04.865]Snatch you out our home like eviction notices, ho
[02:07.451]When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam
[02:10.534]When I'm blowed, I'll write the wickedest scroll ever told
[02:13.172]When I'm sober, I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, n1xxa
[02:16.124]Now it's been proven it's about to be a misunderstandin'
[02:18.658]And furniture movin', bullets flyin', lawyers and mothers suin'
[02:21.610]'Cause n1xxas don't know the difference
[02:22.942]You b1xches just stick to fiction
[02:24.405]It's sickenin', you can't even walk in my jurisdiction, riffin' it
[02:27.435]Grippin' the pump
[02:28.402]Who want to fvxk with a walkin' psychopathic pyromaniac
[02:31.589]Shady cats with eighty gats
[02:33.025]Maybe that's the reason that you gon' get it the worst
[02:35.429]Since you jumpin' in front of everybody, you gon' get it first
[02:38.407]I disperse the crowd with something bigger and versatile
[02:41.149]So run and record your verses now, while you got a mouth
[02:44.101]And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle
[02:45.930]Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my acquittal
[02:49.691]And a Glock that you will stop you from walkin'
[02:51.598]Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot Native Americans
[02:54.576]A Indian giver, and n1xxa
[02:56.091]We back in your life and back in your wife
[02:58.077]Hit you in your back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight
[03:00.767]Git up now! Let's get it crackin', yeah, it's on and poppin'
[03:03.510]B1xch, D12 is back in this b1xch, ugh! There ain't no stoppin'
[03:06.358]We're gon' get it crackalatin', what you waitin' for?
[03:08.839]The wait is over, say no more
[03:10.171]Quit tryna play the wall and quit hatin'
[03:11.948]Git up now! Still sittin'? What the fvxk, are you deaf?
[03:14.795]You motherfvxkers don't listen I said
[03:16.728]We 'bout to get this motherfvxker crackalatin'
[03:19.210]Quit procrastinatin'
[03:20.411]What the fvxk you waitin' for? Get off the wall and quit hatin', b1xch
[03:23.337]Git up now!

D12!
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club
Eleven, twelve, thirteen, pistols big as M-16s
How the fvxk we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans?
Nina, two ninas, a piece, they don't even see us
Some sx1t pops off we squeeze each one
They're gonna think it's machine guns
Vandals-vo-vandals, bananas and old flannels
Hands around our Colt handles, hold them like Roman candles
So ban us, go ban us, banana-fanna-fo-fannas
Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded
Managers, bouncers, and the club owners
The motherfvxkers don't want us to come up, bum rush in the club
And run up in it with a bunch of motherfvxkers from Runyon
Steady poppin' them onions
Ready, set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up
Fixin' to get into some sx1t, just itchin' to choke someone up
You know we finna loc'n when we mix coke with coconut rum up
So, yeah, yeah, ho, what up? See my people posted up
See you talk that ho sx1t now, when you're 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
Mag or no mag, it don't matter if I have or don't have it
You never know when I'm packin' so you just don't want no static
And open up a whole can of whoop axs
You don't wanna chance to risk it, no biscuit
Milli mac or mac milli
Will he, won't he, don't be silly, homie you don't know me really
You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin' what the dilly
Fvxk it, let's just get busy D-Twizzy's back in the hizzy!
Git up now! Let's get it crackin', yeah, it's on and poppin'
B1xch, D12 is back in this b1xch, ugh! There ain't no stoppin'
We're gon' get it crackalatin', what you waitin' for?
The wait is over, say no more
Quit tryna play the wall and quit hatin'
Git up now! Y'all are still sitting? What the fvxk, are you deaf?
You motherfvxkers don't listen I said
We 'bout to get this motherfvxker crackalatin'
Quit procrastinatin'
What the fvxk you waitin' for? Get off the wall and quit hatin', b1xch
Git up now!
I keep a sx1tload of bullets, I pitbull it to pull it out
And automatically explode on motherfvxkers until they mouth get closed
Permanently, you get, burned to line quickly
You cannot, hit me n1xxas, too terrified to come get me
Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run
When the reaper comes, the repercussion gon' equal blood
N1xxa what? Steppin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone
I be still rollin' with stolen toasters while on parole
Snatch you out our home like eviction notices, ho
When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam
When I'm blowed, I'll write the wickedest scroll ever told
When I'm sober, I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, n1xxa
Now it's been proven it's about to be a misunderstandin'
And furniture movin', bullets flyin', lawyers and mothers suin'
'Cause n1xxas don't know the difference
You b1xches just stick to fiction
It's sickenin', you can't even walk in my jurisdiction, riffin' it
Grippin' the pump
Who want to fvxk with a walkin' psychopathic pyromaniac
Shady cats with eighty gats
Maybe that's the reason that you gon' get it the worst
Since you jumpin' in front of everybody, you gon' get it first
I disperse the crowd with something bigger and versatile
So run 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 a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my acquittal
And a Glock that you will stop you from walkin'
Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot Native Americans
A Indian giver, and n1xxa
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! Let's get it crackin', yeah, it's on and poppin'
B1xch, D12 is back in this b1xch, ugh! There ain't no stoppin'
We're gon' get it crackalatin', what you waitin' for?
The wait is over, say no more
Quit tryna play the wall and quit hatin'
Git up now! Still sittin'? What the fvxk, are you deaf?
You motherfvxkers don't listen I said
We 'bout to get this motherfvxker crackalatin'
Quit procrastinatin'
What the fvxk you waitin' for? Get off the wall and quit hatin', b1xch
Git up now!