[Intro: Kuniva]

Uh

Yeah

D12

Uh, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Kuniva]

Yo, I think it's time to kill all the drama, mane

It's 3 o'clock, yo, it's time to fuck your momma, mane

See I don't give a fuck, I deal with that karma mane

I plant bullets in you niggas like a farmer mane

I'm never slackin' up, steerin' in the right lane

Shoot a nigga's house up while sippin' on some night train

High as a kite mane, now you on some trouble

Buck-fifty 'cross your face, if you winnin' I'ma cut you

And still bust a nigga bubble, leave you in a bloody puddle

At your funeral, they cuddle

Bang like three gats, show me where the peace at?

Shoot him in his kneecap, take his little weed sack

Three niggas with three MACs, pull your car seat back

Hit 'em with the heat black, leave 'em in the street black

We some real streets cats while you out tourin' mane

We still shoot up niggas while they performin' mane

I'm still rippin' while you checkin' off some chicken

I'ma shoot right in your kitchen, now your lower neck is missin'

And don't know the meanin' of the word, "Pull your skirt up"

You don't know about the Dozen, motherfucker you'll get murdered

You got it right nigga, we the ones he fight wit

Got them nines spittin' at you, we will end your life quick

That house nigga that, house nigga this

Want some black in you bitch then suck a house nigga dick

It ain't about a magazine, it ain't about race

It's about you spittin' ghostwritten shit outta your face

So die another day, because you know it's entertainment

I'll stuff ya outta shape pale face into the pavement

The cotton pickers goin' crazy on this lady

With the braids while the babies and the shady niggas praise me

You outta woof tickets, nigga, you wack as fuck

[Verse 2: Kon Artis]

Yo, give me the shank let me take a jab at his gut

Okay, you can't even write raps, you're damned at fifty years old

Your daddy's on his death bed, you're never gonna go gold

It's best if you just shut it up, fresh whoops when it's lettered up

You don't want it wit me, take a L like a 7Up

Fuck your momma I give back shots to your woman

Guess you could say that she got cock in her stomach

If the bitch say she pregnant, no I'm not gonna want it

But you suckers joke, fuck it, I'll make you pay for it mane

Now you pissed, in the club all outta

Jamie Foxx your punk ass, hop back through the crowd

Lick a shot for my man who just got locked down

(Ayo, yo, yo, yo fuck that, keep goin')

'Cause when the bodies start droppin', niggas mommas get to cryin'

Traffic move a little slow, a funeral be passin' by 'em

This shit could've been prevented, if you hadn't started whinin'

'Bout a honkey bein' fresher than most niggas that be rhymin'