Time’s Up

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul talking / Scan Man sample] Time is on my side, (yes it is) yes it is! You motherfuckin' hoes! Killa Klan Kaze! Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies rottin' in them ditches Killa-Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies rottin' in them ditches Killa-Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies rottin' in them ditches [Verse 1: DJ Paul] Mane y'all done let the wrong nigga on this fucking song Chillin' like a real playa should in my fuckin' home Rolex hangin' off my arm, let me tie my band up Plenty wanna go against me but they can't stand up I packs my caravan up, outsiders in my business Stay the fuck up outta the face of this clique if you ain't in it All you local bustas wanna jump on the bandwagon Since the bandwagon went gold and I'm askin' why now nigga? [Verse 2: Juicy J] Nigga Juice up in the hood, up on the fuckin' block Deep in the North where niggas rob and dealers set up shop Ain't no more strugglin', strictly hustlin', ain't no time for pacin' I used to pray to God on knees "Will a nigga make it?" And I still pray from day to day cause livin' ain't no joke Nobody knows when's they motherfuckin' time to go So now I'm packin' for attackin' while the cheddar stackin' And haters still worryin' how these rappers made it happen [Verse 3: Scan Man] Bow down, biiitch, your time is up now, triiicks So make way for the Scan Man, ohh I don't think That you wanna get loud with me, wanna get buck with me Niggas gettin' they motherfuckin' wig split daily Cause they fuckin' with a psychotic nigga that's crazy I read the Revelations, are you ready for destruction? Is near, I smell your fear, your time is up here [Verse 4: Gangsta Boo] Mafiaaa, mafi-mafiaaa! Let's go get them toys, let's got get them boys Time is up, let's go bring the noise, busta do you You wanna get [?] like the movie [?] when I give it to ya Bruisy nigga you can't lose me, like a maid Ain't it kinda strange how I confuse you Nigga I rebuke you like Satan - I don't choose you I'm being straight up, like 6 o' clock I'm puttin' it down right now How yo gonna go and run ya fuckin' mouth when ya time is up? Nigga [Verse 5: MC Mack] See I got drama with you busta, hoe don't test me no mo' Beein' the Mack I gotta strapped, lay yo ass to the floor I want yo cheese and all yo dope, don't be playin' with me hoe How many fatalities I'ma have when we kick in the door (boom) Nigga lay ya down, hit the ground, "where the stash bitch? Tape 'em up, wrrrap 'em up, make it so I can't hear this trick Slick, traitin' side busta, clock a motherfucker The Killa Klan Kaze done called out your bluff Another stang - your time is up [Verse 6: Project Pat] Niggas about to feel, feel the soldier drum roll, incognito But a nigga quick to leave a hoe in a fakers head Bustas dyin' over shit they said, Project Pat squeezin' on the gat Until all the lead's gone out the clip, fiend for gangsta shit Like a youngsta, get your guns up and ya clique I'ma murda da first coward bitch to blink his eye, ho it's do or die When I put that thang in yo face bitch, say goodbye! [Bridge: Scan Man sample] Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies rottin' in them ditches Killa-Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies rottin' in them ditches Killa-Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies rottin' in them ditches [Verse 7: MC Mack] We got them nickel-plated chromes to yo dome nigga bring it on The Kaze in fact invade the track just like a warzone We playin' for keeps, we in them streets pimpin' daily Kamakazie Time'z Up, so now you stuck, don't get too buck Bitches choosin' and lookin' but I'm payin' no attention Cause they cravin' for cheddar but I won't let her touch my riches Slip and slide if you wanna, with 16 rounds I put it on ya [?] wettin' you up, you take your clock, your heart'll stop Your time is up! [Verse 8: Project Pat] If I die killin' all you motherfuckers then I get my charge Shells sparklin' in the dark, hittin' bitches claimin' hard Now who give a fuck about parole? Project keep that thang In the stash pot, Ruger pop, then yo body drop Cock it back, casualties'll happen, lurkin' in the mist When I'm on that jackin' - one in the chamber if the fool resist Kiss yo life goodbye, wrap yo tongue, fool, 'round his tone Kaze niggas, Time'z Up, bitch, you can bring it on [Verse 9: Scan Man] Niggas don't step to this scandalous pimpin', killin' niggas With my fingers on the trigger, buckshots to yo damn figure Watch yo back when I hit the streets Cause I'm on a fuckin' creep Turn around, what do you see? Kaze, Three 6, nigga deep I'm clickin' like a murder man, Tec-9 in my fuckin' hand Pop, pop, bullet lead all up in yo fuckin' head Lil Scan don't discriminate, cause I just eliminate I just don't give a fuck, cross this pimp 'n your time is up