Time’s Up lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul talking / Scan Man sample]
Time is on my side, (yes it is) yes it is!
You motherf*ckin' hoes! Killa Klan Kaze!
Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies rottin' in them ditches
Killa-Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies rottin' in them ditches
Killa-Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies
Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies
Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies rottin' in them ditches

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Mane y'all done let the wrong n*gga on this f*cking song
Chillin' like a real playa should in my f*ckin' home
Rolex hangin' off my arm, let me tie my band up
Plenty wanna go against me but they can't stand up
I packs my caravan up, outsiders in my business
Stay the f*ck up outta the face of this clique if you ain't in it
All you local bustas wanna jump on the bandwagon
Since the bandwagon went gold and I'm askin' why now n*gga?

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
n*gga Juice up in the hood, up on the f*ckin' block
Deep in the North where n*ggas rob and dealers set up shop
Ain't no more strugglin', strictly hustlin', ain't no time for pacin'
I used to pray to God on knees "Will a n*gga make it?"
And I still pray from day to day cause livin' ain't no joke
Nobody knows when's they motherf*ckin' time to go
So now I'm packin' for attackin' while the cheddar stackin'
And haters still worryin' how these rappers made it happen
[Verse 3: Scan Man]
Bow down, biiitch, your time is up now, triiicks
So make way for the Scan Man, ohh I don't think
That you wanna get loud with me, wanna get buck with me
n*ggas gettin' they motherf*ckin' wig split daily
Cause they f*ckin' with a psychotic n*gga that's crazy
I read the Revelations, are you ready for destruction?
Is near, I smell your fear, your time is up here

[Verse 4: Gangsta Boo]
Mafiaaa, mafi-mafiaaa!
Let's go get them toys, let's got get them boys
Time is up, let's go bring the noise, busta do you
You wanna get [?] like the movie [?] when I give it to ya
Bruisy n*gga you can't lose me, like a maid
Ain't it kinda strange how I confuse you
n*gga I rebuke you like Satan - I don't choose you
I'm being straight up, like 6 o' clock I'm puttin' it down right now
How yo gonna go and run ya f*ckin' mouth when ya time is up?
n*gga

[Verse 5: MC Mack]
See I got drama with you busta, hoe don't test me no mo'
Beein' the Mack I gotta strapped, lay yo ass to the floor
I want yo cheese and all yo dope, don't be playin' with me hoe
How many fatalities I'ma have when we kick in the door (boom)
n*gga lay ya down, hit the ground, "where the stash b*tch?
Tape 'em up, wrrrap 'em up, make it so I can't hear this trick
Slick, traitin' side busta, clock a motherf*cker
The Killa Klan Kaze done called out your bluff
Another stang - your time is up
[Verse 6: Project Pat]
n*ggas about to feel, feel the soldier drum roll, incognito
But a n*gga quick to leave a hoe in a fakers head
Bustas dyin' over sh*t they said, Project Pat squeezin' on the gat Until all the lead's gone out the clip, fiend for gangsta sh*t
Like a youngsta, get your guns up and ya clique
I'ma murda da first coward b*tch to blink his eye, ho it's do or die
When I put that thang in yo face b*tch, say goodbye!

[Bridge: Scan Man sample]
Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies rottin' in them ditches
Killa-Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies rottin' in them ditches
Killa-Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies
Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies
Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies rottin' in them ditches

[Verse 7: MC Mack]
We got them nickel-plated chromes to yo dome n*gga bring it on
The Kaze in fact invade the track just like a warzone
We playin' for keeps, we in them streets pimpin' daily
Kamakazie Time'z Up, so now you stuck, don't get too buck
b*tches choosin' and lookin' but I'm payin' no attention
Cause they cravin' for cheddar but I won't let her touch my riches
Slip and slide if you wanna, with 16 rounds I put it on ya
[?] wettin' you up, you take your clock, your heart'll stop
Your time is up!
[Verse 8: Project Pat]
If I die killin' all you motherf*ckers then I get my charge
Shells sparklin' in the dark, hittin' b*tches claimin' hard
Now who give a f*ck about parole? Project keep that thang
In the stash pot, Ruger pop, then yo body drop
c*ck it back, casualties'll happen, lurkin' in the mist
When I'm on that jackin' - one in the chamber if the fool resist
Kiss yo life goodbye, wrap yo tongue, fool, 'round his tone
Kaze n*ggas, Time'z Up, b*tch, you can bring it on

[Verse 9: Scan Man]
n*ggas don't step to this scandalous pimpin', killin' n*ggas
With my fingers on the trigger, buckshots to yo damn figure
Watch yo back when I hit the streets
Cause I'm on a f*ckin' creep
Turn around, what do you see?
Kaze, Three 6, n*gga deep
I'm clickin' like a murder man, Tec-9 in my f*ckin' hand
Pop, pop, bullet lead all up in yo f*ckin' head
Lil Scan don't discriminate, cause I just eliminate
I just don't give a f*ck, cross this pimp 'n your time is up