Let's get down to business

I ain't got no time to mess around what is this?



New shit coming through; I ain't got no time to mess around

We coming



I got 50 Cent I got G-Uni we up in this bitch

With Obie Trice

So watch what you say 'fore you call our names you say one more thing

It won't be nice



Here we go i should've known

That i would finally get pulled

Into some more shit sooner or later you little haters

Are too jealous of us to love us then Obie's coming

D12 is coming you're sick to your stomachs

50 percent of it's 50 Cent the other 50 percent of it's

Whose colour of skin it is

And before you even consider taking our label down

You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it

But I ain't trying to get too intricate into it I'm just trying

To give you a little hint for your own benefit

Cuz then it's gonna get to the point where it is gonna escalade

Into some other shit then I'ma flip

Then I'ma get to stompin in my air force ones

You won't be able to tell if it's two pairs or one

It's gonna feel like so many feet kicking you

You'll think Nike just made these in a cleat tennis shoe

I don't know what it is or what it could be but

I get a woody when these pussies try to push me

Thinking they gon' put me in the position to pick at me

Y'all tickle me pink I think I'd just rather have Pink tickle me

Hickory dickory dock tickety tock tickety

A little bit of the dickety dock dickety

Mixed with a little bit of the jigga-j-jigga

With a small pinch of Biggie look at me I'm just the bomb



We the realest label

Don't try to act like you don't feel our label

Cuz we gon' fuck around and steal your label-a