Kuruption

Game, street lessons, game, game
Chapter one, alright go, yeah yeah, yo yo yo
Haha, one two, this is what is up, nigga (freeze)
Only the survivors survive in the world of survival
Where your rivals always wanna make it seem
Like they're gonna do things and always concocting schemes and plots
You know exactly what it is (you know!)
You know exactly how it's gonna be (ha) haha (you'll never catch me fool)
What, five lessons, five chapters, i'ma start

How you gonna make a couple dollars
When you roam in zones filled with cowards
Ain't no way to make no real cash nigga
Conceal your canning, all you do is flash nigga (motherfucker)
I can tell, fool, you'll never get paid
'cause niggaz like you ain't got no real game
With all them niggaz that you got by your side
You learned by yourself that the only way to ride
I'ma put you up on (game)
This whole world revolves around (game)
Pure indeed game, and let it obtain
I roll with my girl and weeds
All oversees with loot like i'm flipping keys
I heard niggaz gonna catch me on a slipping tip
Come through with the auto's, cock, flip and shit (hell no)
But i knew from the giddy-up, like est
And got rid off my fo'-fifty and my g.s.3
I got...

Chorus (2x):
(game) this whole world revolves around
(game) pure indeed game, and let it obtain
Once you realize you'll never live without (game)
Get paid without, no moves made without (game)

It's the force, the call of the holocaust
Go against the source, end up lost
The portrait of a wild puma
Silent penetration like poison, pinpointing
Isolating hearts, poetical poisonous darts
Puncture like needles, i always take care of my peoples
Verbals vital, no rivals, there's no equals, no sequels
With no one to help us
I'll leave you crying for help and helpless and healthless, wealthless
Oversellers envious and jealous
Bitches and sneaks, pants and muscles
I saw a view through the eyes
Fake ass, bitch ass niggaz in disguise
Keep calm, release the neutron napalm bomb on young hawks
Splitting wigs like logs, cloudy visions like fogs
When the pump gets to pumping,
Niggaz get to jumping like frogs, smoke like bungs
Get to stepping, stepping with your weapon
Pause, creep crapped and left in the puddle in seconds
Fuck 'em with veterans, with game...

Chorus (2x)

One time, on time
Give it to me all, 'cause i want it all
Give it to me all, 'cause i love to brawl
Give it to me all, 'cause i want it all
One time, yeah i love to brawl
One time (give it up), one time (give it up)
Check it out

It's hard to sustain and maintain through life
With these motherfuckers throwing niggaz three strikes
The homie big lou got a fo' on deez
That's the word, came up from flipping birds
Words travel like black talents
The homie's loud at silence, real g's move in silence
How you gonna make it to the next stage
If one second you're broke, the next minute paid
Now you got the police planning
Niggaz on the street scanning, loading up cannons
If it was me, i'd move silently
Prepare warfare, react violently
Lou is too flashy, new clothes
(???) with hoes, and got penetrated
He had too many hoes knowing where he resides
Soon as he got home niggaz was waiting in sight, no game
Shh...

Know what?

Chorus (3x)

Daz:
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oooohh...

Kurupt:
G'd up, we're back, that's what i keep hearing
We ain't never went nowhere fool (what?)
Better ask your folks about the d-o-double g's

How long could the war last on a warpath?
We're still heat nigga, still signing autographs
Still hitting the stash, and pulling pistols out to dash
The poetical poltergeist, verbal jerry weiss
Fuck the ice, give me a mic and let's see who's the nicest
I fuck around and call it crisis
With preciseness, and precisely this
See we make the shit that precisely hits.
So how soon could you pump up the volume
Hand you your ends and pump up my album
Get yours, i call the fucking holocaust
I'm out to get mine, get yours, snatching anything yours
Cocking back your name, blasting anything
Yo, tha dogg pound gang, where all the g's hang
It's impossible not for that ass to end up in a hospital
G-r, gang related, and we are

We are (fresh) (repeat)

I spit poison, poisonous darts
I aim, bomb and charge
One rhyme will hold your pose and stop your heart
Stop to talk, start to walk, and never walk again
Legs broken, just played loc, zoning broke and crushed
Touched, bust open, get hit like the four winds
Up against four assassins, the four horsemen of rapping
I gotta pinch my self to make sure i ain't dreaming
'cause i just saw the homie bring an m-16 in (booya!)
I fade in to see how baby sparks
No ifs, ands or maybe's, baby barks
Turn on the daylight, pitch black thoughts
I pitch back sparks when the get back starts
This is it, we're 'bout to show you how to do shit
Dpg completely, running through shit

We are (fresh) (repeat)

Break it down

Daz (kurupt):
Party people clap your hands, keep rocking
Sho' shocking and rocking, dj c-walking (kick that shit)
Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit)
Party people clap your hands (yeah)
Party people clap your hands, keep rocking (huh)
Sho' shocking and rocking, dj c-walking (bitch)
Party people clap your hands now (sing that shit)
Party people clap your hands (put your hands in the air, niggaz, come on,
Come on, sing it)

It's just a gangsta party

Kurupt:
Supa dupa, said you was seductive, psycho psychotic, psycho somatic
Psycho's with automatics, the aftermath with the poetical psychopath
And i might go slow, and i might go fast, and i might go burst
Then i might go last, thinking i might not bust
And i just might just blast
Or i might just whoop the skin of your ass, if you cross or pass
You know i'm the rawest mc with it
Fuck jiggy nigga, i'm dp with it
I've been the bombstrike, like the motherfucking pentagon
Napalm verses disperses to all the mental gone
Mack 10-ing dunn, separate and lick a mind
Tear them in the zone in his leg, ain't bust his head
Keep busting till he's dead
D-a-z with the bombest in the country, taking lead on the street
What you got, flame or some heat?
Do you incinerate, or make it hot, he got (???)
Powerful, strong or weak?
All i know is i drop shit that cracks the concrete, and...

(fresh) we are (repeat)

Dogg pound, d-a-z, snoop dogg, kurupt, nate dogg

Snoop dogg, dogg pound, d-a-z, kurupt, nate dogg
Soopafly, tray deee, big c style
The homies, anybody, we are o.g.'s, baby g's
D-a-z, he made the beat, 'cause we are...
Dogg pound, dp, death row, yeah, you know it, yeah
You know it, 'cause we are icons

[kurupt]
Dv....
Dv..

Yo we trying to make the cash ya'll without a doubt
Representing both coasts what you roaming about?

Verse 1:

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Fuck this who wanna bring the ruckus
Yo i know they know they ain't fucking wit' no fucking suckers
You's a live ass snitch,
Well shame on the name we might bust your shit
And throw mad game nigga and push your whip
And shake them thangs and hit four, five six
Below you ain't know get at me
Sean donn, hemp dogg and moe
It's a bomb type weed now i'ma count my dough
The cops'll watch your do'
So let them niggas and now they ain't know it befo'
And if them niggas not swipe
We'll grab the 4-4, mag-num
Cause i hate it when niggas act dumb
Damn, why they make me wanna pull out a gun?
First name's camille, camille's name be on
When you creepin' on the real with my word is bond
See catch me out in the night pouring style and form
And that venomous shit is what my bitches be on
Bitches, bitches be on
My bitches, bitches be on

Verse 2:

Yo, yo, yo
I'ma give you something in rhythm feel
Ya'll need be loco,
Dig a hole in you bolo
Look out for dolo
Especially if you acting brolo down for dolo
On the creek and point anything sleep
Ya'll can see it when we roll we coming mobb deep
We be coming, on the regular we be coming
Baby what? tearing shit up with your worry
Making me deam stacking up that man for cream
Torch the green have you all open like beam
Hear me ya'll so 'n when you gimme yo just gimme
That microphone i been the baddest run down your digits
Shorty gettin' played like a midget
Aiyyo, i'm in it you wid it for me and my bitches
Need 'em to throw your pitches
Having you leaving your misses
What i got to do is this,
Hand me your business, step off my premises,
Or things are gonna get serious and devious, we brave,
And we can drive you all insane like johnny blaze
Yeah we always bring the pain and misdemeanour
Know we can't stand the rain
Let's bring the pesos stack 'em up by the case load
Cause we can reload, cock back and explode
Cock back and explode
Cock back and explode
Cock back and explode

Chorus:

Aiyyo, we trying to make the cash ya'll wid out a doubt
Representing both coasts what you roaming about?

Verse 3:

I'm in the south ya'll going all 'bout cha'll
The name is the python you know what i'm about ya'll
Yo, yo, yo,
I pop bras like bruno
I take your money from shooting rap to uno
Used to rock to minudo one of them was kinda cute though
I had a crush like a dat
Now i try to master phones like that
Carolina be my home town
Still living with my parents even though i'm grown now
Time to roam now
I don't think that ya'll can handle us
Made our mark in the east now we hitting los angeles
You can't delust a man wid lust
When i been up on the mic you can never get enough
Make you palms wet and i ain't even gettin' calm yet
Clear the premises time to make another bomb threat

Chorus

Verse 4: kurupt

I'm from the west ya'll
Bringing niggas stress ya'll
Forget the strapping now you settle wit the best ya'll
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,
This is one time that i ain't playing wit niggas
The homey stomped it and i'm spraying with niggas
I got the cash to have keys to blast
You a sucker nigga,
Sucker punk motherfucker nigga
I don't give a fuck motherfucker nigga
Trying to strip me a my vans that's all i gather man
Mr. matter of fact, calicos and dates
What you want to get your shit lit to blaze
Like johnny you can play like ricky davoni
But you ain't a player nigga
Ain't got the heart to lay a nigga
Automatic spray a nigga,
Soon as i came went like calm in the grand
Bustin dumb dumbs leaving niggas numb
I don't give a fuck where the fuck you're from
If it ain't about loot then i'ma shoot and run
What you supposed to be, raw?
Raw is as raw does it ain't raw dog
Bust a five star dog, i want all ya'll
I know the niggas know where the weed be
It's the live shit need to be
Fucking round in my decent (nigga)
Hitting motherfuckers like a vic (nigga)
Saturate like a sieve (nigga)
Take a toke and get blown
Ya'll step up and watch your homey explode 'n unload
'xplode and unload
'xplode and unload
'xpload and unload

Chorus

Verse 5:

We from the east ya'll bringin on the piece ya'll
Dirty kid wanna hit that wid a leash ya'll
I be the mic wrecker,
Spinner one coming through wid the double decker
Double pound in your crew uhhh,
Forced to recognise make arrive
Don't have to par and block you
We just break you down to normal size
You couldn't shine if you had the sun in your back
You wack, i burn you down like i corner that
Doggy, qb style you know my steeze
I'm on the kill now with my queen killa bees
Viper, break more backs than paul backland in kahkland
Nigga deny drama could happen
First test my skills
I came to rap shit for real
Venom squad be the only squad that be ill
First of all i ride your back like a jackass
Jack still loose on the chaka with the l
Coming from the east representing both sides
Kurupt, the venoms, that's how we keep it tight

Yo, we trying to make the cash ya'll without a doubt
Representing both coasts what you roaming about?

[kurupt]
Yo i'm from the west ya'll
Busting cuz a stress ya'll
Fuck the best ya'll
Motherfuck the rest-a ya'll niggas

Chorus (3x)

Gangsta style...
Uhh, uhh
Protect ya neck
Massive
Poison plants

U gonna disect man (roll this shit), oh oh oh for the homies, who that?
Yeah, its kurupt fool
Live
Dogg pound
And let all y'all know(know know), we live
Yeah kurupt the raw dogg
Dogg pound gangsta for life
And my own thing, antra
Check this out,( check it out)

1,2 to the 3. k to the u- r- u- p to the t
Dips and toe back whips
I ain't for competing
I own banks in sweden
I keeps a low profile, i don't floss
Top dogg, fool i'm the boss
Speculative decisions, i'm giving out executive positions, making my own executive decisions
O g lie the only way is supposed to be lie
Simply, its all in me,
So when you think about kurupt just think about bentley's

Who do you be, tell me tell me
(that's a nigga
Who do you be, tell me tell me
(steady cruisin' with your mind on the cash, everything is tight so what you think be the past)


Feel the flames, separate terrains,
We on the same track on separate trains
I'm all about coasting, locomotion
Sip get lit smooth
Move in slow motion, smooth as lotion
Headed to where the g's reside, ready to ride
I'm a fix it all, twist it all by showing all y'all what's the meaning of all
I'm hyper like a sniper on dope and dynamite
I ignite the stage, like rage, or sawed off gauge
Now all y'all off the stage you be the first one, verse one
Nigga disperse one, and i'm a show you how you get the job done
You cant buy it, the sound encourages riots

Chorus

Yo, i feel a whoo, bars with that whoop de whoop,
Coming swoop, chill with kurupt and the crew
In the back of the pad, but don't get mad, don't get upset
If i have to jab and jet, i gots to go put in, i get it all good in
So don't tweak come back next week,
But when she came back she met a hard fact
Dude the ain't where kurupt stay at

Chorus to end

[kurupt talking (kurupt talking in the background)]

*sniffs (2x)* *coughs (4x)* *sniffs (2x)* (ahh shit) *sniffs (2x)*
Yo! yo man! *sniffs (2x)* *puffs on a joint* *coughs (4x)* (???)
Yo! yo i got a message for all y'all motherfuckers mad at shit
'cause now i'm mad at shit
Got niggas smokin' a whole motherfucken' dope-sack of some doja
Y'all know what i mean?
Shippin' motherfucken' shipments of some bomb-ass weed
Yo check it! fuck all y'all fake-ass, mad 'cause nobody don't love y'all
Secretly dingy-ass, 500,000 sold-ass, bitch-ass, funny style-ass
Goofy, dusty, dirty, punk-ass motherfuckers
Gangster nigga! (*laughing*)
To all the homies (for the gangsters, for all the homies)
No bitch-ass niggas allowed (no, uh-huh)
No bitches allowed (we goin' do it like this)
Kurupt, young gotti (nigga), check it out

[verse 1: kurupt (kurupt talking in the background)]

Gangster, gangster, i'm a g from the d,
That's what the riders see (uh-huh)
I'm a get a quarter-mil, quarter-inch with the deal
Come through, grey and blue, i'm a show you what i do
Where i hang the shit, dogg pound gangstaville
In the cut, nigga what
I'm a slip through, if you trip, i'm a trip too
Get a bitch to strip till the homie's dick through (oh, come on now)
Got my nigga slip too (what up slip!?)
And i got a whole eighth of weed,
And that's all we need (*puffs on a joint* *coughs*)
Till we hit the next spot, 'cause when i flew in
(what, what?), i knew it's 'bout to be a g'd- up reunion (gangster!)
Ain't no words to express this song
'cause one day you're here, and the next you're gone
This goes out to the homies (???),
And this is straight from the heart and true
And this one's for you

[chorus: woman singing (kurupt talking in the background)]

This one's for you! yeah!
This one's for you, ohh!
This one's for you! (and this one's for you!) wooahoo!
This one's for you! (give it up nigga, give it up fool)

[verse 2: kurupt (kurupt talking in the background)]

Hollered at one of the homies the other day,
He said someone's approachin'
And then he looked the other way (ay yo, ay yo, oh my goodness!)
Turned back and draw (come on nigga!),
And all you saw (oh shit, what the fuck?),
Was a vision of himself, he choked in the ??? (oh!)
I just paused the lab, that's some familiar shit,
'cause the other day i dreamt up some similar shit
So i tell him i love you and stay safe (dogg), then i skates,
To a whole different hood where different shit takes place
(alright dogg) i been g'd, since the age of eighteen
When i first ran into heaters, nine-millimeters
Get the cash and sprunt, all the homies mash as one
Took the bong and smoke, these a hundred spokes
Holler at the big homeboy c-style (what up c-style!?)
Haven't seen him in a while (yeah)
So i pops the stash,
And pull out the orange-blueberry shrooms and hash
(blaze! *puffs on a joint (4x)* *coughs*)
I don't think niggas could last,
'cause ain't nothin' with kurupt and daz
(uh-ah, no way, no how, ???)

[chorus: woman singing (kurupt talking in the background)]
(overlaps the last four words of verse 2)

This one's for you! ho-woah!
This one's for you-oo! (aye!)
This one's for you! (this one's for you!) oowoah! (uh-huh)
This one's for you-oo, yeah! (check it out! you know what?)

[verse 3 - kurupt (kurupt talking in the background)]

I feel a 'woo' comin' on cuz (woo! (5x)) (2x)
There i was, when i talk about history, or psychology, or biology (what?)
We talk about d.p.-ology, geology, a g-senology (what?)
G's in rare form, c's in rare form,
I gots visions, ammunitions load up a ??? storm
Stack up the cut just like busters, heaters cocked back for all you
Motherfuckers that's trying to touch us (check it out)
I got licks to hit, put that ass on crutches
(i'm a) conceal the glock, pancakes stop and drop
Blown, hold up, what's goin' on? (what's up!?)
My man capone within a whole different zone (right)
Hoppin' in fours (zzz, zzz),
Slammin' cadillac doors wit a gang of hoes
Could we put hos nigga, foes nigga
Banged out, this is for the niggas who bang (who that?)
Kurupt's the name, nigga you know the game (check it out)
Snoop dogg's the name, nigga you know the game
Dat nigga daz the name, you know exactly what we claim,
Heaters cocked back get scorched just like flames (*burning flame*)
Dope in the wind, indo and hair (*puffs on a joint* now)
The gang nigga

[chorus: woman singing (kurupt talking in the background)]

This one's for you! haay-haay! (gang *coughs (3x)*)
This one's for you-oo! hoah! (you don't know?)
This one's for you! ooo-ohh!
This one's for you-oo!
This one's for you! yeaah!
This one's for you-oo! ohh!
This one's for you! ooo-ohh!
This one's for you-oo! ohh-yeaah!

*kurupt coughs*

(kurupt & el drex)
Ach, ka-nelk, ka-chica, ka-dick
Sub drex (uh yeah, one two)
Mmm, haha, yeah we headed up there baby
Sky's the limit(yeah)
Way up in the sky
Once in a lifetime
You only get one chance, one chance
(you like that shit)
One chance to dance
And then it's over

Kurupt:
Check it, from catchin buses and cabs
Pen and pads in the lav
Sippin genuine drafts and no cash
I ain't the first and i'll be damned if i'm the last
Roosevelt drive, clay courts from cliffs to az

El drex:
Aiyyo wassup how you feel me i'm chill
But i'm still tryin to make a mill inside sharon hill
>from where i stand i see it's time to expand
To foreign lands for hundreds of grands and white sands

Kurupt:
You know it's about that time
Niggaz set and prepare your rhymes
Start off and a little after nine, bump n grind
Sexual, young intellectual
With a whole lot of life to live, just a child

El drex:
It's 2-5-2-5 little town of shit
You can call a sharon hill and a dogg be town shit
I wouldn't break bad if you come from out of town
Cuz i'm down by law and i'm from tha deuce pound

Chorus:
Having to survive living in the life
Got to stay alive living in the life
Have to survive
Living in the life

El drex:
Yo, so how you want it, you want silence or violence
Plus, me and my crew shine like the n on new balance
The most talent where girls fly
They hopin champagne gets pop and it don't stop
These jealous cat cut g's keroodle with top
We can cruise the city block like yachts
Y'all niggaz worse than the cops

Kurupt:
Before i smoke, i tote my first tote
A fool or here sneakin young bulls red bulls
Me k-i-d, the elite mc
>from the hill, got my top chopped by a tree
On the hill, too young to flare one
It's all about rhymes and fair ones
Show me the mic and bust like a flair gun
Don't shove me or push me, i give sucka punches
Now what's the deal

El drex:
You sucka cats be wildin and wanna fool now
And pull the tool now why can't we keep it on the cool now
I make a new route to get my crew out my peeps no doubt
And then when school out, it probably when the album's due out
And when you see me, the cream from my pocket ooze out
Forever player and winner and never lose out

Kurupt (el drex):
Tell me do you remember (yeah, i remember back when)
When conway park (yeah, i remember back then)
Sneakin in the firehouse, the fun begins (next week, instead of then)
And i'm be sneakin again
See back in the day, it was all about flows
Coolin out the t-la rock and mic stroll
I go next door to see my nigga man bang
Sneak in the basement, couple sips of ing bing
I feel all right, i could rock all night
No plots and schemes, just million dollar dreams
Money like a mothafucka homie gimme mine's paid
I come stompin like a parade, the escapade
Psychotic anolyisis as i consume a whole carton of mushrooms
We clear sight, the day lights like the night
A closet full of franklin's, a g's paradise
A nice 40 ounce of o-e on ice
Precise poetical poltergeist on mics

El drex:
Well, it's the el baby, baby the el baby baby
The one that rocks you so well baby baby
Many brains i feed, another thought conceive
Yes indeed drex ya heed will make yo body bleed
The intellectual seed, knowledge be growin like weeds
Money stash from crack, you can't determine the speed
I'm a rap fiend, they gleams like the head of carene
I'm extreme but never fade like acid jeans, i mean
I see more green than builders, feel this dilga enthrill ya
Stay tough like armadilgas and that's on the for real-a
Pop dukes will call me killer casualties with ease
The world will spend a million g's savin dyin mc's
Now you got mad love for shahi raffi
I'm in knee deep and peace the bull and meet me
Kurupt: to my nigga kel el, escoball, what all up in this piece

Chorus: (to end with kurupt talking)
El drex: 2-5-2-5 little town of shit
You can call a sharon hill and a dogg be town shit
I wouldn't break bad if you come from out of town
Cuz i'm down by law and i'm from tha deuce pound
Deuce pound deuce pound deuce pound deuce pound
A town with no recreation
And when we grab the mic we formally rock the nation

Let's do it doggs, ring ding dong
Bitch (aha, aha), bitch (yeah what what what what what?)
Beeitch (set up, set up, set up), beeitch (it's a set up)
What they're doing? they're trying to...

They're trying to set me up, they're trying to set me up
They wanna set me up, they wanna set me up
They're trying to set me up, they're trying to set me up
They're trying to set me up, but check it out

This is it, call it how you wanna call it
Brawling, call in the headhunter, start headhunting
How do you want it? i said we could spread arms
Bust and stare, you wanna snatch a life, is that right?
Wanna-get-rich ass nigga, snitch ass nigga
Fake switch bitch ass nigga, up-in-to-get-lynched ass nigga
Ain't nothing to it, raw doggs doing the lynching, master assassins
Henchmen, the whole world's against me (fuck 'em)
It's a million to one, kurupt with one gun
And a whole backyard of ammo
Dump these lumps in nigga's backs like a camel
Get torn and worn just like sandals, now his willy came to an end
You see that nigga he ride with, do him in
This nigga's so sweet, he got my girl to set me
Got her with the tech to tack me and disconnect me
There's no (???) when you're playing russian roulette
They're trying to catch me, lay me down and sketch me
Young gotti, (???)
Bringing the whole fucking entourage of murderous minds
I don't know who rides with a mental dome, who will and who won't
Trust me, they all wanna bust me, it's a set up

Chorus:
I don't give a fuck who you bring to the table
And i don't give a fuck who you got with you
You played me, you're kane and i'm abel
Now the ammo drops, watch 'fore the glock hits you (it's a set up)
Don't you know? you fuck around with death sentinel
If you didn't learn you'd better start learning (it's a set up nigga)
Aiming, bust and hit your left and you're cold
That's how motherfuckers get murdered

Hit the (???), fuck a sun roof, this car is dirty
Dirty dirty buster, dirty motherfuckers
Holler at the big homie slop (what up slop? what's up y'all?)
Hit me on the hip, hit it quick on the dick
Get this rap slapped in the clip
You see this black nigga, you'd better duck him
Thorough, in every neighborhood and borough, like motherfuck 'em
Yeah you know me, oh you wanna show me a thang or two
How y'all do, nigga show me, creep through slowly
Friction, i can feel it all around me, my intuition
La gangbang mentality got me on a violent spree, violently
Busting, dusting niggaz off silently
I ain't even trying to be what i can be or could handle
But niggaz trying to make me an example
Go over to the west (to the west), niggaz wanna feud
Go back to the east (to the east), niggaz wanna feud
I'm 'bout to go to the north and south to see, what,
Are y'all niggaz on that same fucking bullshit, cuz? (i don't know)

Chorus

It's a set up motherfucker, what, it's a set up
I'm tired of these bitch ass niggaz, it's a set up nigga

Can't help it, hoes come through
Me set, i know 'em, they're out to set me
They wanna get me, get the homies
The rainstorm's coming and every motherfucker's trying to wet me
Yo it's unforgettable, no you can't touch me
Clutch me like a mic, and do just what you like?
Hell no nigga, even though you dislike me
You wanna be just like me, niggaz they despite me
See all the homies, i make loot like spike lee
Dozens, rolling through with me, my homies and my cousins
I give a fuck nigga, i could stay busting
And still rock it right, and hit the spotlight
Shine bright, these fake ass niggaz, snake ass niggaz
Earthquake ass niggaz, i shake these niggaz
Shake ass niggaz, thinking you can come through all the time
Wanna fuck with kurupt, i just sit, prepare the rhyme
Now i'm all about the cash nigga
Thinking you could come through
You got your heater cocking on busts you just flashed nigga

Chorus (2x)

Murdered...
What? attack assassins, huh
Just ask the homie d, he rides with me
Just ask the homie snoop, s-n-double o-p, he rides with me
Just ask my big homeboy, my big homie, he rides with me
Huh, ask 'em all, they ride with me
Top doggs, d-o-double g's, they ride with me
Ask my homie big (???), he rides with me
Ask the big homeboy b, he rides with me
And the homie d, slop, what? they ride with me
Big c, he rides with me
Big tray d rides with me
Big sean d rides with me
Big breez, he rides with me
K-u-r-u-p-t, beeitch!