[Intro]
"Dead man walkin'. Dead man walkin'"

[Pre-Chorus: DJ Paul]
Don't fuck around and get that pistol in your motherfuckin' face
Don't fuck around and make a thug like me for real catch a case
Don't fuck around and get a mouth shot with that snake-talkin' like a bitch
Don't fuck around and get fucked up 'cause me and my clique be with that shit, I told 'em

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Haters wanna hate, then it's hammer time
Then it's hammer time, then it's hammer time
These haters wanna hate, then it's hammer time
Then it's hammer time, then it's hammer time
Cockin' hammer time, cockin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop)
These haters wanna hate, cockin' hammer time hammer time
Cockin' hammer time, cockin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop)
These haters wanna hate, cockin' hammer time hammer time

[Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca]
Tick, tock, the time bomb is still tickin'
Wanna beat this hammer time? Don't fuck with this man's pimpin'
Boom as I enter room, n***as running everywhere
Several dents on they ass, sheetrock all up in da air
Stress me bitch, test me bitch, I won't leave no evidence
Like they did the Pope, Martin Luther King, and the President
Aw, bitch, naw, bitch, you came at me wrong, bitch
DDT, figure-four-five, gonna stomp them, stomp them
[Verse 2: Crunchy Black]
N***as hate, n***a wanna holler out, screech
N***a wanna holler out heat, hey
N***a wanna holler out some beef, hey
I got somethin' for 'em, twin four five's
Point it at they head, holler out do or die
Watch your mama cry, black dresses, black suits
It be do or die, you can gon' get loose
Talk that shit, and we can go ahead and shoot
Nothing but this but this anna fool
You gotta do what you gon' do

[Pre-Chorus: DJ Paul]
Don't fuck around and get that pistol in your motherfuckin' face
Don't fuck around and make a thug like me for real catch a case
Don't fuck around and get a mouth shot with that snake-talkin' like a bitch
Don't fuck around and get fucked up 'cause me and my clique be with that shit, I told 'em

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Haters wanna hate, then it's hammer time
Then it's hammer time, then it's hammer time
These haters wanna hate, then it's hammer time
Then it's hammer time, then it's hammer time
Cockin' hammer time, cockin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop)
These haters wanna hate, cockin' hammer time hammer time
Cockin' hammer time, cockin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop)
These haters wanna hate, cockin' hammer time hammer time
[Verse 3: Violent J]
Don't fuck around, whoever spills the chili's gettin' shot
So don't fuck around, this shit is spittin' hot
Don't fuck around tryin' to copy the Hatchet
Your life I will snatch it, don't fuck around, toggaf
ATF vans fuckin' around outside
So I fully unloaded like it was Bonnie and Clyde
Because they fucked around, and I said don't fuck around
Or get buried head first, fuckin' stuck in the ground

[Verse 4: Shaggy 2 Dope]
It's hammer time, sucker, and I'll make you dance
When I pop out with the chopper, shit will fill up your pants
Call me Greg The Hammer Valentine, head salad time
Fuck your ass up like a gallon of wine
Got the hammer back, it's me and Crunchy Black
About to whack another hack, throw his ass in the sack
And now lookin' at my Gucci, it's about that time
There was no runnin', in fact, they never seen it comin'

[Pre-Chorus: DJ Paul]
Don't fuck around and get that pistol in your motherfuckin' face
Don't fuck around and make a thug like me for real catch a case
Don't fuck around and get a mouth shot with that snake-talkin' like a bitch
Don't fuck around and get fucked up 'cause me and my clique be with that shit, I told 'em
[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Haters wanna hate, then it's hammer time
Then it's hammer time, then it's hammer time
These haters wanna hate, then it's hammer time
Then it's hammer time, then it's hammer time
Cockin' hammer time, cockin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop)
These haters wanna hate, cockin' hammer time hammer time
Cockin' hammer time, cockin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop)
These haters wanna hate, cockin' hammer time hammer time

[Verse 5: DJ Paul]
Dinner served, I got the table set for six
Somewhere in the process, I think I lost me a bitch (Help)
Somewhere in the process of makin' all of us riches
I think it was the process of makin' DM6 bitchless
Hard on these hoes, [?] still guns out
I'm makin' a killin' quicker than fried rice and Kung Pao
I told 'em watch what they wish for, them hoes need it now
Disrespect my mafia, now them hoes on they knees now

[Bridge: Young Wicked]
All the, all you haters over
Baby, this the Killjoy Club, we don't fold up
I told you it's over, all you haters over
Baby, this the Killjoy Club, we don't fold up
I told you

[Pre-Chorus: DJ Paul]
Don't fuck around and get that pistol in your motherfuckin' face
Don't fuck around and make a thug like me for real catch a case
Don't fuck around and get a mouth shot with that snake-talkin' like a bitch
Don't fuck around and get fucked up 'cause me and my clique be with that shit, I told 'em

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Haters wanna hate, then it's hammer time
Then it's hammer time, then it's hammer time
These haters wanna hate, then it's hammer time
Then it's hammer time, then it's hammer time
Cockin' hammer time, cockin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop)
These haters wanna hate, cockin' hammer time hammer time
Cockin' hammer time, cockin' hammer time (Whoop, whoop)
These haters wanna hate, cockin' hammer time hammer time