[Daz]

That I exposed, my hundred seventy-five flows

The inkling of a sect, suspect me

This assemblies and less than two verses

I'm able to disengage mics

And chew MCs up like Mike & Ikes

When I recite they like two flips

I sink MCs like ships

With my nocturnal vibes, mandatory eclipse

There's no comparison, I embarrassment

Cause microphone harassment

Here's where the fear and terror spin

I'm hit brick, decipher these look-a-like MCs

Claimin' they rock mics like nights for days

So I'm able to have more to perform

I explode on the mic like C-4

I eliminate ya fool microphones

These limited the amount of opponents

Step on the microphone I show em'

Over and over, these weird situations

Enter in the gladiation, now they facin'



[Chorus]

Last night I had a dream and it just made me realize

That folks don't give a damn about me (They don't care)

So many haters on the scene, can't stand to see me on the rise

But I'm gon' still remain the same, you best believe

We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that's gangsta)

We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now you know that's gangsta)

We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that's gangsta)

We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Get cho' ass on the floor)



[SKG]

If I wanna fuck a homie I would, ya best believe that

Wanna call me reg, show ya girl where the cheese at

Niggas roll and shit, hatin' on a young bitch

Cause flow I cop or the spots I rock

I'm still classy, playa like me I keeps it jazzy

Still keep it gangsta whether not I'm gettin' sassy

Got a beeper, fly out and release my profile

Or my click bust eighty for all you busters actin' shady

Fake ass ballers wanna-be shot callers

Think y'all holdin' clout, niggas runnin' they mouth

It's still Death Row mackin' when gangs start crackin'

Askin' all you cats in this game yo what's happenin'

Hoes talk about they cockin' back, bustin' guns

Knowin' damn well heat is on deck, you cowards run

Hated by many, yo we loed by few

You ain't gotta like us homie but respect what we do

I'll buck y'all niggas then bust y'all niggas

Set chu' niggas up then wet chu' niggas up

Seen a jazzy hoe steppin' out with the gators

Hold up haters I'm executin' all the fakers

Lettin' all you cats know I just wanna fuck you

Back to ya wifey, it's her job to love you

I'm lookin' for my baby daddy, what's he got

He old enough to cum, he old enough to get fucked

Yeah, SKG Death Row mackin' the new bitch in town

That's how I get down



[Chorus]



[Kurupt]

If I had a million dollars then I'd be rich

If ya ho was on deck then I fuck yo bitch

It's Gotti in the cut with the Don Corleone

And Dillinger with the hollow tip chromes

Catch ya and travel, leave ya flabbergasted

Stalkin' y'all walkin' caskets

Hit the spot where the smokers hold

Low and behold, the tightest composition composed

Can ya catch it, I threw my thoughts like a quarterback

So when they ain't around, I angle murder and slaughter act

React, actions speak louder than words

But ain't nothin' more important than vision

I've seen optical collisions corrupted

I'm spontaneous when I combusted melon

Can't escape a lyrical felon

Excellin' in the out, like it's in from smokin' the bong

Koran Don, set to explore like napalm

Cataclysmic, with a habit to form collisions

Various visions, intellect sharp enough to injure

Like incisions with the deadliest intentions

To grab the heat and bust niggas into different dimensions

I had thoughts, had thoughs of electricity

Murdered by millions of volts

I got a forty cal cold

I'm all about business

Life ain't what it seems in two seconds

I peeped the red beam, I tried to dodge

Grabbed the chrome plate, I dumped once

But I was two seconds late cause the size I was

Was the first mistake

My moms came and shook me I didn't awake

Cause in my position that's the chance ya take

In the dream, in the world with no way to escape



[Chorus]