Hammer Time

Lyrics

[Intro] "Dead man walkin'. Dead man walkin'" [Pre-Chorus: DJ Paul] Don't fuck around and get that pistol in your motherfuckin' face Don't fuck around and make a thug like me for real catch a case Don't fuck around and get a mouth shot with that snake-talkin' like a bitch Don't fuck around and get fucked up 'cause me and my clique be with that shit, I told 'em [Chorus: DJ Paul] Haters wanna hate, then it's hammer time Then it's hammer time, then it's hammer time These haters wanna hate, then it's hammer time Then it's hammer time, then it's hammer time Cockin' hammer time, cockin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop) These haters wanna hate, cockin' hammer time hammer time Cockin' hammer time, cockin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop) These haters wanna hate, cockin' hammer time hammer time [Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca] Tick, tock, the time bomb is still tickin' Wanna beat this hammer time? Don't fuck with this man's pimpin' Boom as I enter room, niggas running everywhere Several dents on they ass, sheetrock all up in da air Stress me bitch, test me bitch, I won't leave no evidence Like they did the Pope, Martin Luther King, and the President Aw, bitch, naw, bitch, you came at me wrong, bitch DDT, figure-four-five, gonna stomp them, stomp them [Verse 2: Crunchy Black] Niggas hate, nigga wanna holler out, screech Nigga wanna holler out heat, hey Nigga wanna holler out some beef, hey I got somethin' for 'em, twin four five's Point it at they head, holler out do or die Watch your mama cry, black dresses, black suits It be do or die, you can gon' get loose Talk that shit, and we can go ahead and shoot Nothing but this but this anna fool You gotta do what you gon' do [Pre-Chorus: DJ Paul] Don't fuck around and get that pistol in your motherfuckin' face Don't fuck around and make a thug like me for real catch a case Don't fuck around and get a mouth shot with that snake-talkin' like a bitch Don't fuck around and get fucked up 'cause me and my clique be with that shit, I told 'em [Chorus: DJ Paul] Haters wanna hate, then it's hammer time Then it's hammer time, then it's hammer time These haters wanna hate, then it's hammer time Then it's hammer time, then it's hammer time Cockin' hammer time, cockin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop) These haters wanna hate, cockin' hammer time hammer time Cockin' hammer time, cockin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop) These haters wanna hate, cockin' hammer time hammer time [Verse 3: Violent J] Don't fuck around, whoever spills the chili's gettin' shot So don't fuck around, this shit is spittin' hot Don't fuck around tryin' to copy the Hatchet Your life I will snatch it, don't fuck around, toggaf ATF vans fuckin' around outside So I fully unloaded like it was Bonnie and Clyde Because they fucked around, and I said don't fuck around Or get buried head first, fuckin' stuck in the ground [Verse 4: Shaggy 2 Dope] It's hammer time, sucker, and I'll make you dance When I pop out with the chopper, shit will fill up your pants Call me Greg The Hammer Valentine, head salad time Fuck your ass up like a gallon of wine Got the hammer back, it's me and Crunchy Black About to whack another hack, throw his ass in the sack And now lookin' at my Gucci, it's about that time There was no runnin', in fact, they never seen it comin' [Pre-Chorus: DJ Paul] Don't fuck around and get that pistol in your motherfuckin' face Don't fuck around and make a thug like me for real catch a case Don't fuck around and get a mouth shot with that snake-talkin' like a bitch Don't fuck around and get fucked up 'cause me and my clique be with that shit, I told 'em [Chorus: DJ Paul] Haters wanna hate, then it's hammer time Then it's hammer time, then it's hammer time These haters wanna hate, then it's hammer time Then it's hammer time, then it's hammer time Cockin' hammer time, cockin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop) These haters wanna hate, cockin' hammer time hammer time Cockin' hammer time, cockin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop) These haters wanna hate, cockin' hammer time hammer time [Verse 5: DJ Paul] Dinner served, I got the table set for six Somewhere in the process, I think I lost me a bitch (Help) Somewhere in the process of makin' all of us riches I think it was the process of makin' DM6 bitchless Hard on these hoes, bet the same, still got guns out I'm makin' a killin' quicker than fried rice and Kung Pao I told 'em watch what they wish for, them hoes need it now Disrespect my mafia, now them hoes on they knees now [Bridge: Young Wicked] All the, all you haters over Baby, this the Killjoy Club, we don't fold up I told you it's over, all you haters over Baby, this the Killjoy Club, we don't fold up I told you [Pre-Chorus: DJ Paul] Don't fuck around and get that pistol in your motherfuckin' face Don't fuck around and make a thug like me for real catch a case Don't fuck around and get a mouth shot with that snake-talkin' like a bitch Don't fuck around and get fucked up 'cause me and my clique be with that shit, I told 'em [Chorus: DJ Paul] Haters wanna hate, then it's hammer time Then it's hammer time, then it's hammer time These haters wanna hate, then it's hammer time Then it's hammer time, then it's hammer time Cockin' hammer time, cockin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop) These haters wanna hate, cockin' hammer time hammer time Cockin' hammer time, cockin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop) These haters wanna hate, cockin' hammer time hammer time