[Intro: Young Mase (Kuniva)]
New D12! (Yeah)
Plead for your life, niggas! (Yeah, yeah)
You know what time it is!
Kuniva!
[Verse 1: Kuniva]
We're back on the map, spit crack on the track (Oh!)
Niggas try to take our heart, click-clack, give it back
Spit around, I spit it back (Uh), this is how you peel a cap (Yeah)
Give it to 'em face to face (Uh), nothing can [?] (Yo) (D12)
Detroit is a city where niggas gettin' stomped out
Like they puttin' blunts out with they feet, get gunned down
In the street, so what now? When the pump gets pumped out
When the pump thumps hands in the air like touchdown
Lacerations and cuts now, I want his eyes shut now
Hit his ass right now, I don't give a fuck how
You better not [?] nigga, lay a finger on me
Or torch me sideways or even think of swingin' on me (What up? What up?)
Take a chance, come and holler [?] a problem solver
And I'll stretch a hater out further than my last dollar
That's your ass partner, my blood is bubblin' (What?)
I will pop you, grab a passport and move to Dublin (Ha ha)
I'm back in it like a repeated felon, I'm pacin' back and forth
With the heater, sweatin', maybe I should see a reverend
You can feel the anger inside me, I don't hide, see (No)
I let it consume me, won't run, I let it guide me (Yeah)
When most people take a loss they turn to liquor and drugs (Nah)
We took a L, but we turned to pistols and slugs (Blaow)
And I don't have to run after you, the bullets can chase you
Light your whole mouth piece up and give you a facial, nigga (Blaow)
New D12! (Yeah)
Plead for your life, niggas! (Yeah, yeah)
You know what time it is!
Kuniva!
[Verse 1: Kuniva]
We're back on the map, spit crack on the track (Oh!)
Niggas try to take our heart, click-clack, give it back
Spit around, I spit it back (Uh), this is how you peel a cap (Yeah)
Give it to 'em face to face (Uh), nothing can [?] (Yo) (D12)
Detroit is a city where niggas gettin' stomped out
Like they puttin' blunts out with they feet, get gunned down
In the street, so what now? When the pump gets pumped out
When the pump thumps hands in the air like touchdown
Lacerations and cuts now, I want his eyes shut now
Hit his ass right now, I don't give a fuck how
You better not [?] nigga, lay a finger on me
Or torch me sideways or even think of swingin' on me (What up? What up?)
Take a chance, come and holler [?] a problem solver
And I'll stretch a hater out further than my last dollar
That's your ass partner, my blood is bubblin' (What?)
I will pop you, grab a passport and move to Dublin (Ha ha)
I'm back in it like a repeated felon, I'm pacin' back and forth
With the heater, sweatin', maybe I should see a reverend
You can feel the anger inside me, I don't hide, see (No)
I let it consume me, won't run, I let it guide me (Yeah)
When most people take a loss they turn to liquor and drugs (Nah)
We took a L, but we turned to pistols and slugs (Blaow)
And I don't have to run after you, the bullets can chase you
Light your whole mouth piece up and give you a facial, nigga (Blaow)
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