Plead for Your Life

[Intro: Young Mase (Kuniva)]

New D12! (Yeah)

Plead for your life, niggas! (Yeah, yeah)

You know what time it is!

Kuniva!

[Verse 1: 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)

[Chorus: Kuniva]

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?

[Verse 2: Swifty McVay]

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

[Chorus: Kuniva]

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?

[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9]

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!)