What time is it?

Wake your punk ass up

Tired as fuck, just woke up, what's going on?

Gunn Clappa Three yelling, "Sound the alarm

This ain't no drill, move your fucking ass 'cause they're here"

Pass the mask, tear gas is tossed in the air

We're surrounded, streets is crowed, can't wait no more

First brave fuck bust through that front door (blao!)

Forget it, and if they double up, they can split it

Hit 'em, did 'em no damn good, Benedict Arnold

Calm yourself, there's no need for panicking

Slugs through him chest leaving him stiff like mannequins

Man, it is the fucking worst way to die

But when I die, I'm going all-out with my five

But hold on, son, I got your back, you got mine

First pick, flinch or move, leave 'em spine on the table

Spit belly from the navel

Unable to talk his tracks, I'll stomp, kick the "ayyo"

Let's move along, you know us, we stand strong

Allah got our backs, so we won't go wrong

'Cause shit is all hot up in our face

I think that we should slide to a place where it's safe, ayo, come on

Time's a-wasting, no looking back or move-faking

Devils of all kind cross lines, so now I'm thinking

Escape route (no doubt) 'cause odds is far from even

No joke, loc, I just hope we see this evening

Just be ready for whatever, come dressed for action

If we're gettin' past them, if not, then we blast 'em

So let it not have to come down to that

But for now, son, keep the fucking MAC where it's at

It takes one time and a word to start my **** to illing

You don't know how it is after dark, so stop figuring that

We give a fuck 'cause you know we not give a fuck

In this jungle walk, we stalk with the shotties, the pumps

So try and put yourself in our boots, likkle youth

Bitter face behind this madness, you done started in your root

So who be you copycats standing over there?

Trying to come clear and face-to-face with my dry tear

I'll raise hell, spells from my inhales

My mind's not here, and I don't think you want to go there

So stand clear or get ripped from the rear to your head (head)

O.G.C. paid dues to get you **** (**** red up) fed whatever

Bring your flame, you can call it ruckus

We make shit so hot, you can call this Waco, Texas

I be Starang, man, I gets wicked on the flow

It's Louieville, you know I pack the bat like so

I be the Top Dog, but better known as D.O

Motherfuckers best to act like they know, oh

Oh Brooklyn in the house

It's all danjer, it's all danjer

It's all danjer, it's all danjer

It is all danjer