[Daz] Yeah.. '
Pac, Dat *****
Daz (yeah)
Kurupt All up in this ******* [Intro]
Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*)
Don't stop..
Don't stop.. [Spoken over Intro]
Keep it goin, got my *****
Slip Capone
Hahahaha, hell yeah, lot of fakers is out there
*****z get around these backwoods
Get around they mommas, pull up they pants hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha! [Daz]
Who mashes with the crazy, illest *****z in town? (I do)
Killin willingly, who got the right to make a sound?
My sound break block, corners, avenues and drives
It's about time the ma*******n is arrived
I take you on a mission, be on a mission,
I'm packin steel
Steadily givin these *****z no passes on livin (no passes)
I spend major loot on khaki suits
Nikes and kroker-saks to sweat suits, and leather boots
I box *****z twice my size,
I bust wit a fo'-five
Lick you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live
I live the unusual, crucial life
So pay attention when
I come through for you and your crew as just a man and his music,
I ain't afraid to use it
Bruise you badly, you want confusion,
I mean it's useless to step to this, we in effect, we dangerous
Contendin mental murderers and ain't afraid to diss
Biatch! (yeah) [2Pac]
Now I been called crazy, to fade me it's not possible (haha)
I give a *****, what you thought, or who you brought witchu? (Bad Boy killer)
A Bad Boy killer,
Biggie annihilator
They wonderin why he breathin, but ******* is dyin later (ahh)
Better laugh now, then cry when
I come to get you
I hit you with two glocks, and leave you with scar tissue
On some loco *******t (loco), my pistol smoke yo' *******t (smoke)
Let's go for dolo
BIATCH, and watch me flow yo' *******t
Mr., Makaveli movin pieces like telekenesis
It's like a chess game, let's play wit real pieces (hell yeah)
Shots rang and *****z brains were spilt
Another Bad
Boy affiliated (Bad Boy killer) ***** was kilt
I hit the funeral and busted his folks and leave the scene like a shadow in a blaze of smoke
Don't stop, keep goin [Chorus]
Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 6X*) [Kurupt]
Well it's that seventeen shot glock ****er, the block rocker (fool)
Hardcore hooligan, verbal assault chopper
Finally televised -
Kurupt, Daz reside (resides)
Lethal with mics like guns, bats and knifes
Those who oppose are my foes, all stand in rows
Deadliest
MC across the globe,
Kurupt Capone (That's that *****)
I packs heat when it's cold
Too much pressure makes ya fold, so lo' and behold
Why you waitin for the poetical
Satan? Creatin slaughters, runnin through camps like
Walter Payton
I snatch ya breath (aah!) and bust 'til there's no one left
Who goes against the program,
I'm the Man like
Meth (I'm the man *****)
I don't trust ya (I don't)
The second
I get a chance
I'ma bust ya
No matter where, you could be in
Russia I'ma touch ya (Like that)
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mags [Chorus]
Don't stop, keep goin (*repeat 7X*)
Don't stop, don't stop ..
Let the speakers bump -
BIATCH! (let the speakers bump)
For everybody out there that got the humps in they
Jeep Big Suburbans, they
Lexuses, they
Beemers We gon' break it down a lil' somethin like this for you to get yo' sub on throughout yo' neighborhood
Turn it up, check it out [Daz]
They claim to be down, they say they down (man ***** you man)
Number one..