[Intro: G. Twilight]
Yeah.. Gangsta Twilight, baby
Ain't no fakin' over here
You can look me up on the Michigan Department of Corrections
Nigga, I am what I am, I say..
Nigga.. this ain't no faking
M.D.O.C., seven-five-two, seven-nine-eight
Look me up
[Verse 1: G. Twilight]
They say the bigger the bet
The bigger the bet
A life on the run is like Russian roulette
Hungry for that cash but I save what I get
I got so many regrets but I ain't done yet
Vicodin, Xanax, heroin and crack
I'm a real hustler, nigga you can drop the act
I know you jealous cause my yay twice as hard as yours
If life is a game, money's how we keep score
I mastered the game I ain't no motherfuckin' novice
Fuck a corporate board room (fuck that shit)
The streets is my office
I promise you, ain't no WestSiders been harder
Since Cube had the curls dripping on the Raider Starter
Women love the Cancer charm and the mahogany complexion
Compulsive workaholic I strive for perfection
I got shooters, I got plugs, every possible connection
I ain't a fake, look me up on the Michigan Department of Correction
And that's the real
[Hook: G. Twilight]
It's time to meet the go-getters
The contract killers and the dope dealers
And y'all niggas gonna feel us
From Seven Mile to Schoolcraft, we the realest
It's time to meet the go-getters
The contract hitters and the dope dealers
Girls like us 'cause we the realest
And fuck anybody that wanna kill us
[Verse 2: Kurt-Kurt]
Okay, I'm reppin' that "Wood"
But reside on that "Craft"
And I'm still that young face wild nigga
Totin' the mag
Your toes can't get tagged
Yup, them certified killers
Wit' banana clips that's long
Yeah them, niggas guerrillas
Kurt-Kurt be the realest
The fake hate my guts
Middle fingers to yah
Still a go-getter now what
Bitch up on my nuts
Stay pounding freaks up
I'm done wit' yah, ol' girl
Now go ahead and get up
That bread I get up
See them Feds nigga I'm up
Talk to me? Nigga 'bout what?
If it ain't no cash, nah nah bruh
Yeah we different, call us two
Got no chain, but yours'll do
You would think a nigga be Crippin' the way I stay rockin' that blue
You'nt fuck with me, then fuck yah
You fuck with me, I'll love yah
All you other hatin' ass niggas.. shit, I might hit yo' mother
"G. Child" like my brother
If it's beef, nigga, we on yah
Not run and tell that
Probably can't after it's over.. BOY!
[Hook: G. Twilight]
It's time to meet the go-getters
The contract killers and the dope dealers
And y'all niggas gonna feel us
From Seven Mile to Schoolcraft, we the realest
It's time to meet the go-getters
The contract hitters and the dope dealers
Girls like us 'cause we the realest
And fuck anybody that wanna kill us
[Verse 3: Network Rico]
Now let me introduce myself, the boy Rico
Strapped up, gettin' this wealth with my amigos
A bunch of young niggas, huggin' the block
Should've been a point guard the way I handle the rock
I remember coming up
I was just a young nigga
Coppin' half track, stuff the work in my sock
Nowadays they salute me
Rank be a O.G.,
Giving niggas jobs cause I managed to block
Work, work, work, work, work
Handlin' gwap, gwap
My little niggas in the spots
Push Xannnies and Ox
The old heads gave me secrets
Got work? Keep it
And tax these niggas double when they sufferin' droughts (gotcha)
Look at me now
Bitch, look at me now
I'm my own boss
Bitch, look at me now
Look at me now
Bitch, look at me now
Any work I get it off
Bitch, look at me now
[Hook: G. Twilight]
It's time to meet the go-getters
The contract killers and the dope dealers
And y'all niggas gonna feel us
From Seven Mile to Schoolcraft, we the realest
It's time to meet the go-getters
The contract hitters and the dope dealers
Girls like us 'cause we the realest
And fuck anybody that wanna kill us
It’s Time was written by G. Twilight & Kurt-Kurt & Network Rico.
It’s Time was produced by Johnny Juliano.
G. Twilight released It’s Time on Sun Jan 01 2012.