[Verse 1: Eminem]

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 fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans?

Nina, two ninas, a piece, they don't even see us

Some shit pops off, we squeeze each one

They're gonna think it's machine guns

Vandals-vo-vandals, bandanas 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 motherfuckers don't want us to come up, bum rush in the club

And run up in it with a bunch of motherfuckers from Runyon

Steady popping them onions

Ready, set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up

Fixing to get into some shit, just itching 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 shit 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 packing so you just don't want no static

And open up a whole can of whoop ass

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

Fuck it, let's just get busy D-Twizzy's back in the hizzy!

[Chorus: Eminem]

Git up now! Let's get it cracking, yeah, it's on and poppin'

Bitch, D12 is back in this bitch, ugh! There ain't no stoppin' (Ha)

We're gonna get it crackalating, what you waiting 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 fuck, are you deaf?

You motherfuckers don't listen, I said

"We 'bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'

Quit procrastinatin'

What the fuck you waiting for? Get off the wall and quit hatin', bitch

Git up now!"

[Verse 2: Swifty McVay]

I keep a shitload of bullets, I pitbull it to pull it out

And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth get closed

Permanently, you get burned to line quickly

You cannot hit me niggas, 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

Nigga 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, nigga

[Verse 3: Kuniva]

Now it's been proven it's about to be a misunderstandin'

And furniture movin', bullets flyin', lawyers and mothers suin'

'Cause niggas don't know the difference

You bitches just stick to fiction

It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction, riffing it

Gripping the pump

And who want to fuck with a walking psychopathic pyromaniac

Shady cats with eighty gats

And maybe that's the reason that you gon' get it the worst

And 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 or two will stop you from walking

Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot Native Americans

A Indian giver, and, nigga

We back in your life and back in your wife

Hit you in your back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight

[Chorus: Eminem]

Git up now! Let's get it cracking, yeah, it's on and poppin'

Bitch, D12 is back in this bitch, ugh! There ain't no stoppin' (Ha)

We're gonna get it crackalating, what you waiting 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 fuck, are you deaf?

You motherfuckers don't listen, I said

"We 'bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin'

Quit procrastinatin'

What the fuck you waiting for? Get off the wall and quit hatin', bitch

Git up now!"

[Outro: Bizarre & Eminem]

Hahahaha (Hahahaha), yeah (Yeah), D12 (D12), we're back (Back), ha-ha! (Ha-ha!)

Git up now!

Hahahaha

Runyon Ave soldiers ('nyon Ave soldiers)

Amityville (Amityville)

Who the fuck want it with us? (Want it with us?)

Ha-ha!

Nobody (Nobody)

Ha-ha-ha-ha (Ha-ha-ha-ha)