D12, Royce da 5'9" - Plead for Your Life lyrics

New D12! (yeah)
Plead for your life, niggas! (yeah, yeah)
You know what time it is! Kuniva!

We're back on the map
Spit crack on the track (Oh)
Niggas try to take our heart, click-clack
Give it back spit around, I spit it back
(Uh) , this is how you peel a cap (yeah)
Give it to 'em face to face
(Uh) , nothing can (Yo, D12)
Detroit is a city where
Niggas gettin' stomped out
Like they puttin' blunts out with they feet
Get gunned down in the street
So what now? When the pump gets pumped out
When the pump thumps hands in
The air like touchdown
Lacerations and cuts now
I want his eyes shut now
Hit his ass right now
I don't give a fuck how
You better not nigga, lay a finger on me
Or torch me sideways or even
Think of swingin' on me (What up? What up?)
Take a chance
Come and holler a problem solver
And I'll stretch a hater out
Further than my last dollar
That's your ass partner, my blood is bubblin'
(What?) i will pop you
Grab a passport and move to Dublin (Ha ha)
I'm back in it like a repeated felon
I'm pacin' back and forth
With the heater, sweatin'
Maybe I should see a reverend
You can feel the anger inside
Me, I don't hide, see
(No) i let it consume me, won't run
I let it guide me (yeah)
When most people take a loss they
Turn to liquor and drugs (Nah)
We took a L
But we turned to pistols and slugs (Blaow)
And I don't have to run after you
The bullets can chase you
Light your whole mouth piece up
And give you a facial, nigga
(Blaow)

How's it gonna feel when you
Pleadin' for your life
By your nightstand in the
Dark speaking to Christ
While you gettin' duct taped on
Your knees with your wife
If you don't believe in God, you believe now
Right? How's it gonna feel when you
Pleadin' for your life
By your nightstand in the
Dark speaking to Christ
While you gettin' duct taped on
Your knees with your wife
If you don't believe in God, you believe now
Right?

This is your brain on crack
My favorite sport is full contact
But only when the stainless attract (Damn)
I'm makin' niggas famous overnight
Anus full of dynamite
Need ta treat ya life more sacred
When you ain't on the mic
We don't need to conversate, you can speak to
I'll abbreviate you, your family
And affiliates
Bleedin' quicker than haemophiliacs
When penetrated medication's no option
Sent away like adoptions (What the fuck?)
Wilder than a foster juvenile
Child with an ulcer
Havin' thoughts to finish you in the hospital
I treat this thuggin' like a gospel
Stickin' my rascal in your nostrils is
What I get high to
Responsible for drownin' you niggas so
And fuck goggles
You floatin' in a swamp with a mongoose
I'm on you like you caught
With a tape recorder
I ignore restrainin' orders
I'm waitin' on niggas porches

How's it gonna feel when you
Pleadin' for your life
By your nightstand in the
Dark speaking to Christ
While you gettin' duct taped on
Your knees with your wife
If you don't believe in God, you believe now
Right? How's it gonna feel when you
Pleadin' for your life
By your nightstand in the
Dark speaking to Christ
While you gettin' duct taped on
Your knees with your wife
If you don't believe in God, you believe now
Right?

Yeah you should admire my tech-work
Now slide me a check first
Undeniable expert, high as my net-worth
Drunker than Mel Gibson, deeper than Christ
Lookin' like I'm riding with
The whole Verizon network (Oh)
You want no problems, I put you in pyjamas
Night night if you insult
When I write my pen smoke
I'm the shit, my scent so influential
Hustler everything's for sale 'cept my soul
And a trench coat
Yes, we did it, Nickle Nine and D Twizz
We puttin' steel to heads, feel the lead
(Uh, huh)
We puttin' feet to pegs, nigga, beef to bed
Doo doo bags to bellies, boy, wheels to legs
Machines for breathin'
You ain't gotta be Wayne
To throw up blood while you
On that lean this evenin'
Yellow tape the scene, put the news out front
And give homicide forty-eight hours to
Prove I done it (Come on)