[Intro: DJ Paul talking / Scan Man sample]
Time is on my side, (yes it is) yes it is!
You motherfuckin' hoes! Killa Klan Kaze!
Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies rottin' in them ditches
Killa-Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies rottin' in them ditches
Killa-Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies
Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies
Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies rottin' in them ditches

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Mane y'all done let the wrong n***a on this fucking song
Chillin' like a real playa should in my fuckin' home
Rolex hangin' off my arm, let me tie my band up
Plenty wanna go against me but they can't stand up
I packs my caravan up, outsiders in my business
Stay the fuck up outta the face of this clique if you ain't in it
All you local bustas wanna jump on the bandwagon
Since the bandwagon went gold and I'm askin' why now n***a?

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
N***a Juice up in the hood, up on the fuckin' block
Deep in the North where n***as rob and dealers set up shop
Ain't no more strugglin', strictly hustlin', ain't no time for pacin'
I used to pray to God on knees "Will a n***a make it?"
And I still pray from day to day cause livin' ain't no joke
Nobody knows when's they motherfuckin' time to go
So now I'm packin' for attackin' while the cheddar stackin'
And haters still worryin' how these rappers made it happen
[Verse 3: Scan Man]
Bow down, biiitch, your time is up now, triiicks
So make way for the Scan Man, ohh I don't think
That you wanna get loud with me, wanna get buck with me
N***as gettin' they motherfuckin' wig split daily
Cause they fuckin' with a psychotic n***a that's crazy
I read the Revelations, are you ready for destruction?
Is near, I smell your fear, your time is up here

[Verse 4: Gangsta Boo]
Mafiaaa, mafi-mafiaaa!
Let's go get them toys, let's got get them boys
Time is up, let's go bring the noise, busta do you
You wanna get [?] like the movie [?] when I give it to ya
Bruisy n***a you can't lose me, like a maid
Ain't it kinda strange how I confuse you
N***a I rebuke you like Satan - I don't choose you
I'm being straight up, like 6 o' clock I'm puttin' it down right now
How yo gonna go and run ya fuckin' mouth when ya time is up?
N***a

[Verse 5: MC Mack]
See I got drama with you busta, hoe don't test me no mo'
Beein' the Mack I gotta strapped, lay yo ass to the floor
I want yo cheese and all yo dope, don't be playin' with me hoe
How many fatalities I'ma have when we kick in the door (boom)
N***a lay ya down, hit the ground, "where the stash bitch?
Tape 'em up, wrrrap 'em up, make it so I can't hear this trick
Slick, traitin' side busta, clock a motherfucker
The Killa Klan Kaze done called out your bluff
Another stang - your time is up
[Verse 6: Project Pat]
N***as about to feel, feel the soldier drum roll, incognito
But a n***a quick to leave a hoe in a fakers head
Bustas dyin' over shit they said, Project Pat squeezin' on the gat Until all the lead's gone out the clip, fiend for gangsta shit
Like a youngsta, get your guns up and ya clique
I'ma murda da first coward bitch to blink his eye, ho it's do or die
When I put that thang in yo face bitch, say goodbye!

[Bridge: Scan Man sample]
Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies rottin' in them ditches
Killa-Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies rottin' in them ditches
Killa-Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies
Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies
Killa Klan Kaze leavin' bodies rottin' in them ditches

[Verse 7: MC Mack]
We got them nickel-plated chromes to yo dome n***a bring it on
The Kaze in fact invade the track just like a warzone
We playin' for keeps, we in them streets pimpin' daily
Kamakazie Time'z Up, so now you stuck, don't get too buck
Bitches choosin' and lookin' but I'm payin' no attention
Cause they cravin' for cheddar but I won't let her touch my riches
Slip and slide if you wanna, with 16 rounds I put it on ya
[?] wettin' you up, you take your clock, your heart'll stop
Your time is up!
[Verse 8: Project Pat]
If I die killin' all you motherfuckers then I get my charge
Shells sparklin' in the dark, hittin' bitches claimin' hard
Now who give a fuck about parole? Project keep that thang
In the stash pot, Ruger pop, then yo body drop
Cock it back, casualties'll happen, lurkin' in the mist
When I'm on that jackin' - one in the chamber if the fool resist
Kiss yo life goodbye, wrap yo tongue, fool, 'round his tone
Kaze n***as, Time'z Up, bitch, you can bring it on

[Verse 9: Scan Man]
N***as don't step to this scandalous pimpin', killin' n***as
With my fingers on the trigger, buckshots to yo damn figure
Watch yo back when I hit the streets
Cause I'm on a fuckin' creep
Turn around, what do you see?
Kaze, Three 6, n***a deep
I'm clickin' like a murder man, Tec-9 in my fuckin' hand
Pop, pop, bullet lead all up in yo fuckin' head
Lil Scan don't discriminate, cause I just eliminate
I just don't give a fuck, cross this pimp 'n your time is up