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10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club11, 12, 13, pistols big as M 16'sHow the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeansNina, 2 nina's, a peace and they dont even see usSome shit pops off we squeeze each one they gon' think its machine gunsVanos vo vano, bananas in our flannelsHands around our colt handles, hold them like roman candlesVannas vo vannas, banana fanna fo fannasWho come back all bananas, banna clips loadedManagers, bouncers and the club owners, the motherfuckers dont want usTo come up and rush in the club and run up in it with a bunch ofMotherfuckers from Runyan, steady poppin them onions,Ready set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club upFixin to get into some shit just itchin to choke someone upYou know we finna loc'n when we mixin coke with coke and nut rum upYeah Yeah oh, what up, see my people throw shit upSee you talk that hoe shit now when you down you dont get upAnd can't sit up your so slit up, the ambulance wont sew you upThey just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe upHeater no heater, automatic no maticMac or no mac it dont matter if I have or dont have itYou never know what im packin' so you just dont want no staticAnd open up a whole can of whoop ass you dont wanna chance toRisk it no biscuit, mili mac a mac milliReally homie dont be silly, homie you dont know me reallyYou're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin what the dealyFuck it lets just get busy D Twizzys back up in the hizzy![Eminem - Chorus]Git Up Now!Lets get it crackin, Git, Its on and poppinIts D12 is back up in this bitch, uh, there aint no stoppinWe're gonna get it crackalatinWhat you wai