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(feat. Da Brigade) [DJ Butter] DJ Butter's Shit Happens Are you ready? Are you ready? Shit can happen [x12] [Kon Artis talking] Alright, Alright Yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, yo ,yo ,yo It's Da Brigade y'all Yeah we're back, yeah nigga we're back DJ Butter, yeah he back [Kon Artis] That's right motherfucker we back Same slangin, orangatangin, wildin out on chicken heads They say I act like I'm too famous to say hi And tell 'em what my name is but really I'm still nameless You niggaz don't get it yet, do you Dealin out platinum or flop I still put it through you Wit a luger that'll spit fire And hit higher than a pitch fight blown by Mariah SongtexteYou think for one second since we got a deal That we won't deal wit you in front of St. Andrew's still You gay rappers better learn that I won't stop until I see 'em turn back If you don't slow that roll you got You gon see these Runyan Ave. niggaz that really need some Prozac Fo' sho' that, ask Butter Brigade will lay you down next to your mother's mother's grandmother [Kuniva] You know I'm feelin real rowdy tonight Ready to fight and half the niggaz I give dap to I don't even like The same cat who never gave a damn about your name I gives a fuck about it like the next L.A. Flippers' game I kill you in ways you couldn't even fathom You and your madame, it's really unexplainable how I have 'em Who call theyself screamin about a challenge Nigga we got a gift while you barely makin it off mere talent My skills are deeply embedded even your girl said it She was knock kneed I fucked her now she's bow legged In the middle of rappin I drop the mic And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrappin Kunivin, Kon Artis and Butter we get it crackin While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughin Aus Songtexte Mania