[Kurupt] Yeah, *****, *****
No disrespect to you
East coast
The West coast we got heat too
We gon' keep it real
G'd up (Y.A., Tri, Lil' Kurupt) [Verse One]
Okay, if I don't make it rappin it's back to jackin
Back to the click-clackin and the khaki jackets
I'm a rider, dat's why
I got that tat
And a provider, jazz got a lot
I ain't had
I'm a survivor, screwdriver, cracked steering column
Every event, book bag, gat at the bottom
I'm convinced, that my common sense intensify
Now I'm convinced it's, hoppin over fences [Chorus: patois speaker - best guess]
Six in de mornin you know they kyan't find no mo-ney, mo-ney [?] get money haffi feed my whole fami-ly, fami-ly
It was because
I load 'n buck gyal you know she a scared for me, for me
Because the tussle an' the hustle an' it rough and [?] to be me, be me [Kurupt]
Pistol's my specialty, and uh
I'm a gangster, my specialy, and uh
Fire I let it fly and toss, and uh
I'm a boss molotovs get tossed, and uh
Hey girl, what the ****'s the deal?
And uh You want the fake girl, or you want the real?
And uh Sixty-four
Chevy's all on
D's, and uh
Overdosin to
West coast
MC's, and uh
And you be thinkin you got me but you ain't got a thang
*****z claimin they bangin but they don't really bang
Since I [?] opposition position switch the game
Pistols whistle while missiles'll chip a *****z frame [Chorus] [Verse Three]
I'm a pistol popper, 88 candy-painted
Cadillac dropper
Tanqueray and vodka
One-nine or thirty-eight, tec and a chopper
Infrared hollow pointed tucked in my boxers
I'ma keep it gangster y'all, **** what the rest say
Keep a lot of **** and coke, like an ese
So please pay attention, this street **** is serious
My *****z leave you bleedin like *****es on they periods
Contact your label, bring your best artists-es
***** we started this, verbally retarded ****
Entourage rider, we eatin
Budweiser
Throw away thirty-eight, brand new fo'-fiver [Chorus] [Kurupt] (The hustlin is hard)
Break 'em down ***** (It get rougher in my yard)
Gotti, ***** what (We say the hustlin is hard)
Please let's roll these suckers (It get rough and get it tough in my yard) [patois speaker ad lib to end]
[Kurupt] Yeah, *****, *****
No disrespect to you
East coast
The West coast we got heat too
We gon' keep it real
G'd up (Y.A., Tri, Lil' Kurupt) [Verse One]
Okay, if I don't make it rappin it's back to jackin
Back to the click-clackin and the khaki jackets
I'm a rider, dat's why
I got that tat
And a provider, jazz got a lot
I ain't had
I'm a survivor, screwdriver, cracked steering column
Every event, book bag, gat at the bottom
I'm convinced, that my common sense intensify
Now I'm convinced it's, hoppin over fences [Chorus: patois speaker - best guess]
Six in de mornin you know they kyan't find no mo-ney, mo-ney [?] get money haffi feed my whole fami-ly, fami-ly
It was because
I load 'n buck gyal you know she a scared for me, for me
Because the tussle an' the hustle an' it rough and [?] to be me, be me [Kurupt]
Pistol's my specialty, and uh
I'm a gangster, my specialy, and uh
Fire I let it fly and toss, and uh
I'm a boss molotovs get tossed, and uh
Hey girl, what the ****'s the deal?
And uh You want the fake girl, or you want the real?
And uh Sixty-four
Chevy's all on
D's, and uh
Overdosin to
West coast
MC's, and uh
And you be thinkin you got me but you ain't got a thang
*****z claimin they bangin but they don't really bang
Since I [?] opposition position switch the game
Pistols whistle while missiles'll chip a *****z frame [Chorus] [Verse Three]
I'm a pistol popper, 88 candy-painted
Cadillac dropper
Tanqueray and vodka
One-nine or thirty-eight, tec and a chopper
Infrared hollow pointed tucked in my boxers
I'ma keep it gangster y'all, **** what the rest say
Keep a lot of **** and coke, like an ese
So please pay attention, this street **** is serious
My *****z leave you bleedin like *****es on they periods
Contact your label, bring your best artists-es
***** we started this, verbally retarded ****
Entourage rider, we eatin
Budweiser
Throw away thirty-eight, brand new fo'-fiver [Chorus] [Kurupt] (The hustlin is hard)
Break 'em down ***** (It get rougher in my yard)
Gotti, ***** what (We say the hustlin is hard)
Please let's roll these suckers (It get rough and get it tough in my yard) [patois speaker ad lib to end]
