Hammer Time lyrics
by Young Wicked
[Intro]
"Dead man walkin'. Dead man walkin'"
[Pre-Chorus: DJ Paul]
Don't f*ck around and get that pistol in your motherf*ckin' face
Don't f*ck around and make a thug like me for real catch a case
Don't f*ck around and get a mouth shot with that snake-talkin' like a b*tch
Don't f*ck around and get f*cked up 'cause me and my clique be with that sh*t, 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
c*ckin' hammer time, c*ckin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop)
These haters wanna hate, c*ckin' hammer time hammer time
c*ckin' hammer time, c*ckin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop)
These haters wanna hate, c*ckin' hammer time hammer time
[Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca]
Tick, tock, the time bomb is still tickin'
Wanna beat this hammer time? Don't f*ck with this man's pimpin'
Boom as I enter room, n*ggas running everywhere
Several dents on they ass, sheetrock all up in da air
Stress me b*tch, test me b*tch, I won't leave no evidence
Like they did the Pope, Martin Luther King, and the President
Aw, b*tch, naw, b*tch, you came at me wrong, b*tch
DDT, figure-four-five, gonna stomp them, stomp them
[Verse 2: Crunchy Black]
n*ggas hate, n*gga wanna holler out, screech
n*gga wanna holler out heat, hey
n*gga 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 sh*t, 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 f*ck around and get that pistol in your motherf*ckin' face
Don't f*ck around and make a thug like me for real catch a case
Don't f*ck around and get a mouth shot with that snake-talkin' like a b*tch
Don't f*ck around and get f*cked up 'cause me and my clique be with that sh*t, 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
c*ckin' hammer time, c*ckin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop)
These haters wanna hate, c*ckin' hammer time hammer time
c*ckin' hammer time, c*ckin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop)
These haters wanna hate, c*ckin' hammer time hammer time
[Verse 3: Violent J]
Don't f*ck around, whoever spills the chili's gettin' shot
So don't f*ck around, this sh*t is spittin' hot
Don't f*ck around tryin' to copy the Hatchet
Your life I will snatch it, don't f*ck around, toggaf
ATF vans f*ckin' around outside
So I fully unloaded like it was Bonnie and Clyde
Because they f*cked around, and I said don't f*ck around
Or get buried head first, f*ckin' 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, sh*t will fill up your pants
Call me Greg The Hammer Valentine, head salad time
f*ck 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 f*ck around and get that pistol in your motherf*ckin' face
Don't f*ck around and make a thug like me for real catch a case
Don't f*ck around and get a mouth shot with that snake-talkin' like a b*tch
Don't f*ck around and get f*cked up 'cause me and my clique be with that sh*t, 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
c*ckin' hammer time, c*ckin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop)
These haters wanna hate, c*ckin' hammer time hammer time
c*ckin' hammer time, c*ckin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop)
These haters wanna hate, c*ckin' 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 b*tch (Help)
Somewhere in the process of makin' all of us riches
I think it was the process of makin' DM6 b*tchless
Hard on these hoes, [?] still 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 f*ck around and get that pistol in your motherf*ckin' face
Don't f*ck around and make a thug like me for real catch a case
Don't f*ck around and get a mouth shot with that snake-talkin' like a b*tch
Don't f*ck around and get f*cked up 'cause me and my clique be with that sh*t, 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
c*ckin' hammer time, c*ckin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop)
These haters wanna hate, c*ckin' hammer time hammer time
c*ckin' hammer time, c*ckin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop)
These haters wanna hate, c*ckin' hammer time hammer time