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1. _ That's Gangsta
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2. _ Game
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)
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3. _ C-walk
Intro:
Yeah, this for the west coast cd
Let me clear my throat
Check it out, check it out, check it out
We gonna drop it like this
This album is the best of both worlds
Kurupt, daz dilly, this for the westcoast side, young gotti
Dont forget about tray deee, and snoop, this for the westcoast one
Verse 1: kurupt
Saggin, nigga g'd up, sippin
Sip nigga, dip nigga, set trip nigga
Gotta grip nigga, getta grip nigga with tha gang
And rollin with tha alpine bangin
Homie whatcha got? a couple sacs to sell
Went from weed and dope to mics ta sell
Hit a switch nigga
Dont fuck around wit bitch niggaz
Im a money cash nigga
Cash gettin, hash hitten
Gang bang afiliate
Hit a stick real quick
And in a minute start killin shit real quick
Ima million dollar motherfuckin nigga (million dollar motherfuckin nigga)
I thought you knew about it
Bout it bout it do ya got it
Now tha homies bout it, ima bout ta do this
Hit a lick they hit back wit some new shit
Then have a gangster reunion, the homie told me (wut he say?)
Get cha' boogie on youngsta, c-walk homie
Chorus:
Get cha' walk on, c-walk homie, c-walk homie
Get cha' walk on, c-walk homie
Verse 2: tray deee
Yeah ima tell you like this kurupt, you know how it was for me
Been regarded as the hardest since i hit the set
Young nigga with a rep, kept that gangsta step
Crocka sacs of blue cordiroy with house shoes on
Flawssin for the hoodrats gettin my groove on
Hangin in the park till all hours of dark
Tryna catch a mark slippin wit this thang that bark
Cry baby on the swamp got the exit locked
And aint no doubt comin out he gone wreck ya not
Pass me the satin locs so i can wet my throat
While i sag the blue khakiswit tha raoder coat
All the hoes really want is gangstaz just like us
Ruff and dont give a fuck aint that right kurupt (thas right)
Stay bangin on these niggaz on a regular basis
Big paper chasin, facin felony cases
Made it to be famous, livin hard and dangerous
Steppin on these bustaz wit my blue chuck taylors
Chorus:
Verse 3: slip capone
You know that ganstaz rock, gangstaz roll
Heres the gangsta shit, we on a gangsta stroll
Its gangstaz ride, gangstaz slide
Then the gangstaz rob with the gangsta glide
Cuz gangstaz move, and gangstaz groove
And most gangstaz got nuthin ta lose
Gangstaz live, and gangstaz die
Gangstaz form a gang and the gang multiply
Gangstaz give a fuck a g, dont ask why
Gangstaz dont snitch, and gangstaz dont cry
Gangstaz boogie, gangstaz don't dance
Gangsta pull the strap out cha' pants and blast
Gangstaz don't run, and gangstaz don't hide
Ima gangsta ass nigga from the sick southside
Thats how i know exactly what a gangsta do
Ya love the gangsta shit aint you a gangsta too?
Then c-walk homie
Chorus*(outro)
C-walk homie
Slip capone, c-walk homie
O.g. tray deee, c-walk homie
Kurupt, that nigga daz, soopafly, now walk on 'em
C-walk homie, c-walk homie, now walk on 'em
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4. _ Fresh
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
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5. _ Can't Let That Slide
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6. _ No Feelings
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7. _ Play My Cards
(to) (to) (to)
(to the tic)
(to the tic-tic) --> slick rick
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Kurupt young gotti
Hell yeah
Raw dawg
You know
You know me
Raw dawg assassin
Comin atcha, baby
Cat, kick it in
Kick it in
[ verse 1 ]
Pull up...
Soon as i park shit sparks
Spit fire, gangbang affiliation, retalitation
Spit sparks till shit's dark forever
What's up, homie
Why you walkin up on me?
Postin up in the shade
We can draw or get paid
You ain't movin not a thing, homeboy
Click em with automatics and automatic toys
Bounce, rock, rollerskatin
Dippin down the streets on platinum daytons
(yo, what up?)
I'm just a gee
Oh yeah, that's me
Don't forget it
Act like you knew it 'fore i set it
I put the needle on top of the wax
Before i turn around
And burn everything to the ground
I seen it comin
A fool over to the right gunnin
The homies whistled
We all draw pistols
[ chorus ]
Gotta stay in charge
Gotta play my cards
On the grind all day, babe
Oh, gots to get paid
[ verse 2 ]
You got a stash to hid, you got some hash to hit?
Cash to get, glocks to pop and shit
(what you talkin bout?) everybody's got questions and shit
(hey yo, what's up with...?) muthafuckas questionin shit
(shut the fuck up, homie) worryin bout me and my wife
(my wife) all i wanna do is live my life
(that's all) raise up off me, homie
(yeah) ease back softly, homie
(check it out) i'm a gee from the d.p.g.
And no matter what you say, you can't fuck with me
Hey loco, i see you wanna loc out
Coastin, movin in locomotion
In the cut dippin, the homeboys trippin
Spittin, waitin for a shot to get called
The homie spit a plot to us
Then passed the 16-shots to us
Uh-u-uh
Uh-u-uh
Uh-u-uh
[ verse 3 ]
I got scams for hundreds of gramms
Me and my man, me and my pistol, a plan
For about a
Whole ki load of some powder
Stashin, dippin, dashin, smashin, tryin to cash in
>from the front to the back, and packin
Pull the strap and start clappin
I'm about to move a little somethin
A little sumptin-sumpin
For the homie, pack the pump and get to dumpin
Hit the liquor store, i wanna get paid
A fifth of hen, then back to the shade
What you got, smoke, loc, let's blaze up
Let me get a toke, loc, and let's raise up
Punks stop and get popped when funk pop
I'm worldwide while you thinkin: either he is or he's not
International like [???]
You can feel me
In the real way
[ chorus ]
Bitches, get your ride on, on
Kurupt young gotti
Raw dawg
Just get your ride on
Just get your ride on, homie
My nigga battlecat
Ha-ha
Just get your ride on, homie
(to the tic-tic
And you don't quit
Hit it)
This is for the riders
Riders
The riders
Hustlers
Hustlers
The hustlers
This is the one, baby!
(tic-toc)
(ya) (ya) (ya don't)
(ya) (ya) (ya) (ya don't stop) (stop) (stop)
Bitch
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8. _ Light Shit Up
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9. _ If You See Me
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10. _ Put That On Something
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11. _ Make Some Noize
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12. _ It's Time
[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
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13. _ We Can Freak It
Zzzzz, zzzzz,zzzzz, zzzzz, owwwwww
Bounce, rock, roll, and skatin
Bounce, rock, roll, and skatin
Dippin down the street on platinum daytons
[kurupt]
I been all around the world, japan to aamsterdam
Hittin like switches
Dippin, hit the switches, which is
One reason why i gotta make mine
Cuz these fools on the street tryin to take mine
Wassup ladie
Times gettin shady
You gotta lipstick wit it
Thats why i'm sick wit it
Hard to maintain in this world of pain
But i'ma serve these rhymes like dimes of caine (check it out)
Why can't we just chill and get along, motherfucker?
But the views you choose to use is wrong, motherfucker
Relax, me and baby s got it macked to the tee
Just ride with me
Battlecat in the back with a sack on deez
Ridin' with the young og's (og's)
Dippin down shaw, fuck all of y'all
As i bounce rock skate on threes
[chorus]
We can freak it, freak if you want to, dine if you want to, but,
Cuz since i came and you know (x2)
Verse 2: baby s, kurupt
[baby s]
Let me tell you how i started on the grind for mine
Livin life in my rear view
S, nigga hear you
About to drop the bomb
Record one and blue calm, and yukons
And john hook my shit up bomb
Who controllin?
Rollin with my nigga from the pound
Put my shit in cruise control with bitches all around
Make me feel like a g one more
He once smoked
For free, now its all about the g's and me
[kurupt]
Oh yeah!
Blaze up a whole sack to the head
We wear khakis nigga, fuck jeans
I'm sure all the g's know what i mean
Lil locs, young g's and og's
We on the smash for cash and thats it
We hit the stash and dash and thats it
We don't flash we mash we blast shit
And we don't give a fuck about a bitch but uh
(chorus)
Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga (x8)
Why you trippin wit me?
Won't you kick it with me?
By my glock
Combinin nots
I got me somebody mad as shit
While all the rest of yall is mad as shit
I'm dippin down the street in a skyblue bently
Pull up to the curve, then swerve gently
Ten of the homies made a left
But they all ride with kurpt, cat, and baby s, so uh
(chorus until fade)
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14. _ Who Do U Be?
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
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15. _ Ho's A Housewife
* other than an opening skit (irrelevant) this is the exact
Same song as appears on dr. dre's +chronic 2001+ as "housewife"
Chorus: kurupt
Now this this is one of them occasions
Where the homies not doin it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife
And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end
A bitch is a bitch, but a dogg is a man's best friend
So what you found you a hoe that you like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife (wife)
[dr. dre]
I mostly sold dick while i packed a gold clip
Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she bout to trip
(where the fuck is my money?) i cannot g guilty
You pimpin strong, but comin home, to sheets that be filthy
She on the dillzy, i take advantage
All up in them panties, i got this bitch speakin spanish
I'm mannish - get yo' nails out my back
Slut i'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat
Learn the player rules, this is how i play a dude
Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin shoes
Dollar signs are folded, i can't control it
Tryin to leave her, beeper just exploded
She sweatin me, won't let me, broad turned fraud
Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin tricks huh
Man it's a trip i don't trip i'm in yo' lexus flexin
I left her up in dallas, texas - assed-out
Chorus
[hittman]
Naw hoe is short for honey, almost had her wailin like bunny
Tellin tales of bein pregnant, catchin norstrom sales with abortion money
I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when i shot at her
Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe's erotica
Exotic - she's psychotic, rockin his nautica
Soon he'll need antibiotics (sucka bitch)
Name a sexual disease, she got it like sam goody
You be like, "damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?"
Fool i pity ya
We live in the city off, ballers
With more bouncin than a zapp, she will doo-wah-diddy-ya
Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her
To the hotel, niko, on some sauve shit like, rico
That's when i caught a vision like coleco
A high-post hoe, a perfect way for me to keep dough
Huh, have her sellin ass on bronson ave. and pico
[kurupt]
At the ho-tel, mo-tel, or the holiday inn (say what nigga?)
I said if that bitch keep fuckin up (beotch) then we'll fuck her friends
I said i dip, dive, what can i say?
Niggaz need to stop fuckin with o.j.
Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang crip
And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
I had to dream of hoes, i had to scream at hoes
I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes
Lil' almond joy, i truly enjoy
If you blew my balls, right through my drawers
Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot
From the way she was blowin, i know she does it a lot
I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters
The hoe started callin when i started boss ballin
Gimme some head, gimme some ass (uh-huh)
Gimme some cash, pass it to daz
Pass it to snoop, or pass it to nate
See hoes eat dick like eggs and steak
It ain't shit new, i thought you knew (what?)
I knew you would, you wish you could
Break a g down, break me down
But i'ma see you on the rebound (what what?) d.p. style
Chorus
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16. _ This One's For U
[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*
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17. _ Gimmewhutchagot
Kurupt:
Yo barshawn
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Come and drip into the realm of the x-files
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Get your position correct
Get your ammunition correct
The tactful tech technician effect(bitch!)
I got a quarter-key
You wanna to try to stick me for it?
Put the loot up, the shoot up, and hit me for it?
Niggaz hang for, do the same thang for it
Penetrate like, uh, poor the gas, blast and then bang for it
Y'all supposed to be some type of raw doggs, nigga
Fuck around and get your shit spit like laws, nigga
Fantasies never formulate
So when you get the formula to format
Restructure and reshape
Relax or we take all
We make sure we shake all
We shake tame or aim or flame all
A bitch tried to play me like nothing's really real
Like i ain't really real and i ain't really got skills(bitch!)
I make you hot like ten tons of lava rocks
The juggernaut crackin niggas like cinder blocks, nigga
Chorus:
Gimmewhuthcagot nigga
Get blazed, get shot nigga
We make it hot nigga raw
My nigga barshawn
Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw
I ain't got time to see what you saw
Beat back mothafucka before i crack your jaw
This ain't about nothin but life and law
Niggas killin me
What you ice-grillin me for?
Barshawn:
Now how you gonna let my looks deceive you?
My raps is lethal
I kicks shit that would amaze you, they daze you
Y'all think my rhymes is voodoo
For the first time comin through
Ain't been a minute yet
Already, cats wanna eye-screw
Plottin to pop you
You don't know me duke
The one that shoot
You all mad cuz i'm spendin loot
That you all broke ass niggas been tryin to scoop
See i done paid my dues
Don't be fooled by the pretty boy image
Cuz you'll get blasted up in less than a minute
It's barshawn and kurupt, y'all gonna feel it
Cuz when i bless a track, i spit venom in it
So how you wanna do it, rappin or gun-clappin
Either or, it could happen
Kurupt, move the glock to his mouth for they gappin
I bet next time you stay in a child's place
This is rome folks talkin, you don't relate
If you can't hold the weight, then don't debate
Kurupt: pushin crates, headed upstate with chrome plates (check it out)
Chorus:
Gimmewhuthcagot nigga
Get blazed, get shot nigga
We make it hot nigga raw
My nigga barshawn
Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw
I ain't got time to see what you saw
Beat back mothafucka before i crack your jaw
This ain't about nothin but life and law
Niggas killin me
What you ice-grillin me for?
Barshawn:
You all fiend, daydream for cream i've seen
Eyes gleam for the drop-top i be in
You wanna end my life, my niggaz ain't seein
If so happen you did that
Where the fuck you expect the rest at?
We got that too comin through a quarter to two
Blazin they duct-tapin you and your boo
All at the revenue stand, we was once a crew
Mad tight, but that's life
I learned the game
Same cats that you roll with will split your game
See i'm in it for the cheese nigga
Fuck the fame (nigga, fuck the fame, mothafuck the fame)
Kurupt:
I play the nickel-plated position get penetrated
Popes just pause, i rise with my doggs
And collar clothes impact and enthrone
Gone, zone the dome and then blown
I heard raw before i saw raw before
Mack milli's, mack 11's and four-four's
Me and my nigga shawn
What you got weight on your shoulders
The freons gettin colder
Me and my nigga deion's hittin corners
I got a beam on you chest-high
Fuck around and get your fuckin chest right
I spreads like bad news
Bitches get played like the blues
Blowin dicks like whistles
Launch like missles
Pop like pistols
And confuse, misuse, enthuse, abuse, buy the twos
Cuz i refuse to chill like ep
I prefer to get high live with the dp
You ain't raw nigga you more like subtle
Fuck you and your rebuttal you laid in a puddle
It's a storm, form reform your label form
Keep calm or keep drippin in the twist of the swarm
(chorus)
Kurupt, young gotti
West coast, east coast nigga
Raw doggs
(chorus)
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
Gimmewhutchagot nigga
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18. _ The Life
(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
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19. _ Another Day
Intro:
[gangstas] let's spark up an idea, you know
[gangstas] i don't know why you cats
[gangstas] insist to get involved in our game man
I mean, drug money, thug money, its all funny money to me
You know scared money don't make no money man, so you know
[gangstas] if you scared stay out of the game, baby
Verse 1: kurupt
Another day, another dollar,
Another nigga jacked for his sack, jeans, and them collars
What the fuck makes life so complicated?
Why they playahatin, 'stead of congratulatin'
One of the homies just bought a new '64
And they mad about it, and talkin bad about
Don't trip 'cause you smoke dubs and he smokes ounces
Your 'fo rolls and his 'fo bounces
Planted on the ground and this fool skyrockets
Got a nigga hot enough to want to shake his pockets [all that shit]
Roll like biggie, nigga, two glock nines
Any muthafucka whisperin about mine
All i got is, my twelve shottie
I'm a gangsta nigga, kurupt young gotti
Me and gonzoe and capone, with a chrome
And a bone with a zone fucked up gettin blown (yeah)
Chorus:
[don't it feel good to survive another day]
Scared money don't make no money, [heyyyyy]
Cause uh, drug money, thug money's funny money, [and uh]
[don't it feel good to survive another day]
[check it out] this fear money don't take no money
['cause uh], scared money don't make no money ['cause uh]
Verse 2: capone
Now i was standin alone against the cold world outside
Without no place to hide, or no will to survive
Thinkin who can i run to? basically
It was the big homie to go get the heat is what it come to
I look around, from the gate i've been down,
But i'm still broke as fuck, depressed and down
Sometimes i fuck around and wish i wasn't here today,
Now here to say sometimes it scares me to feel this way
Ain't there a name for this? ain't there a phrase that fits?
Ain't it called psycho, schizo, paranoia or some shit, trip?
With the mentality of a kid in the village of the damned
Walking through the hood with a gun in my hands
I had plans to be a superstar, rappin the rock,
But all that stopped and dropped once the hammer was cocked
I had to get out of dodge, i ain't tryina hide
I'm just tryin to find a way to stay alive and survive, right [right]
Chorus:
[don't it feel good to survive another day]
Scared money don't make no money, [heyyyyy]
Cause uh, drug money, thug money's funny money, [and uh]
[don't it feel good to survive another day]
[check this out] this fear money don't take no money, [whu?]
['cause uh], scared money don't make no money, ['cause uh]
Verse 3: gonzoe
Nigga gotta stay strong 'cause the weak die
Please god separate my life from the bad times, sufferin
Survivin ain't enough to cover it, 'cause i spend to much
Plus i'm scrapin the tops of my pies to make crusts
So kurupt, nigga tell me how i'm 'sposed to feel
Notice my attitude, drinkin, only smokin the real
And it feels so good in the car with us
Lavishly, feel the extasy, bustin a nut
Another day, a nigga worship his weed and alize,
And the pussy i'm fuckin ????
And ain't no scars on my daytons, my shit intact
And that's real candy paint, all original lat'
It's so depressin, a thug with a hustle, no one messes,
And i'm destined i'm kissin my gun so you can bless it, nigga
Another day another dollar
Yeah nigga, it's me, gonzoe
Don't act funny, haha
Outro:
[suprise] them promises didn't do nothing for me
[suprise] it's time to set ourselves free
[suprise] but as time marches on,
[suprise] the races grow strong, stronger than ajax
[suprise] and niggaz wanna be free, but they still watch tv
[suprise], even though they can't see
[suprise] and our chinese brothers don't cop no pleas
[suprise], for they're into unity isn't that
[suprise] the way we want to be? but the man
[suprise] watches the music, 'cause the black people are confused
[suprise] conquered and divided, tricked and undecided
[suprise], and the good guys are there
[suprise], with slugs [heyyyy] in the air but the rain still falls
[suprise] and the (chorus) sun still rises and the man man
Man is still full of trickies [suprise niggas]
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20. _ It's A Set Up
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!
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21. _ Ask Yourself A Question
Kurupt:
Check it out
Here's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss
An m-16 with eighteen clips
I'm all set to bust, treacherous
Illustrious, homie don't question us
Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can i fuck in one night?
Just ask yourself the question, nigga
How many niggaz can i blast on sight?
I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga
Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump
I pop pistols, that's all i do
I pop one at him and pop two at you
I'm illusive, i'ma glock it
Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket
I rip your pockets of the side of your pants
You glare to the side and you glance, i'm in my (???)
How the fuck you make it this far?
No matter where you at, or who you are
People treat me like kareem abdul jabbar
I hear ooh's and aah's when i jumps in my car
Just from last night you can tell
That i'm addicted to the fast life
Shouts out to my homeboys mad and quell
You go on and fuck misty, while i fuck michelle
Chorus:
Just ask yourself the question
How many hoes can i fuck in one night?
Just ask yourself the question
How many niggaz can i blast on sight?
Just ask yourself the question
Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?
Just ask yourself the question
I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us
What you wanna do, penetrate me?
Bump my crib? bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?
I never thought a nigga would trip
Off a little piece of ass that he know he could get
Any day (any day) and any time (any time)
You'se a vegetarian (what?), i like beef, turkey and pork
Fish and chips, chips and dip
Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork
I'm not too picky nigga, kurupt young gotti
A.k.a. low ricky nigga (what up momma?)
Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic titanic tarantula.
On a creep homie, wake up
Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it
Look, i'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga
Don't ask me shit 'till you ask yourself
Chorus (dre)
Dre:
What the fuck is up? man life's a bitch
You gotta put your pistol to the sky,
Kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool
Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (speak to these niggaz)
I thought the same way, back in the days
Young, with a lack on daily things
Never thought too much, homie, never trip
I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks
Look out for them niggaz out to get you
So (???) forgetting to tank your pistol with you (your pistol nigga)
Niggaz get swallowed in the game
I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame
Yo nigga, that shit sounds like i did it
Don't blaze the (???) without the (???)
Niggaz look like they're doped up like tired bitches
With the eyes wide gone you spit the hard boom
Wiping shit the fuck out like typhoons
With the little homeboys, t-bone and cartoons
Motherfucker don't ask me for shit
Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch
Chorus
Kurupt:
What, what?
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