(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

You 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