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Daz:<br>Aw yeah!<br>Right about now it`s time to get busy<br>Huh, straight out the box, nonstop<br>Kurupt the Kingpin, Xzibit, Crooked I<br><br>(Wait a minute, um)<br><br>Crooked I:<br>This is the art of, manslaughter<br>When I`m rockin` I`m more shockin` than droppin` a boom box in bath water<br>You entered the wrong scuffle<br>You catchin` a chrome buckle<br>I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles<br>Deliver the sick verbals<br>My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground, <br>your body spin around, in six circles<br>Diminishin` infamous menaces<br>I`m waitin` to get dicced, if not, I`m a start finishin` innocents<br>Lyrics (lyrics), I`m breezin the region<br>Freezin g`s in your legion<br>Freakin` ancient techniques when I`m speakin` phoenician<br>It`s all about Crooked<br>These bitches shout Crooked<br>I`ll make you say the West Coast aint shit without Crooked<br>I own a vicious label, niggas`ll get disabled <br>When I`m spittin` rhymes written on project kitchen tables<br>I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya<br>Now that`s for Crooked I, the scrap happy, mic snatcha<br><br>Daz:<br>Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh?<br>Can you fucc with this?<br>Let`s get Kurupt the Kingpin to fucc y`all niggas up<br>Y`all don`t wanna see none of this west coast MC shit<br>Yeah, how you like me now motherfucker!?!<br><br>Kurupt:<br>Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts<br>The storm, my vocals float like arts<br>In the mystic state of mind, when I create a rhyme<br>My microphone massacres every year the same time<br>With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker<br>Up against the microphone night stalker<br>With a tendency of bashing MCs, like ten of me<br>As you can see I continue mashin` MCs<br>Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer<br>Extra-terrestrial microphone terror<br>In effect, get infected<br>Tell me what the fucc you expected<br>These venemous injections<br>I leave whole sections, and sections full of injections<br>From these poisenous melodies and selections<br>I select the methods of slow anguish<br>I mangle shit with my language<br>Tell me, have you ever seen one elope <br>With the microphone<br>In a scandal like abilities to make MCs explode<br>Baboom, alone in my own zone<br>So don`t compare me to none <br>Not one`s nearly <br>Severe, cuz I severely, impare MCs<br>Near me, oppose and fear me, I got plots and theories<br>Sincerely, I could have the spot locked<br>Niggas get stoned for touching microphones <br>with no knowledge on how to rock<br><br>Daz:<br>Yeah, back in effect, it don`t stop<br>Turn your speakers up, DJ Battlecat on the table<br>We fuckin` it up like this and like that, yeah<br>Got my homeboy Xzibit in the motherfuccin` house<br>Alkaholiks!<br><br>Xzibit:<br>When I was enlisted<br>I came to the table double fisted<br>Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies<br>Bust shots up in the sky screamin` obsenities<br>Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to Italy<br>It`ll be, a cold day in Hell when you see Xzibit fail<br>Act like a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run<br>See we do it how it can`t be done<br>I`m the rough cut, plus how the west was won<br>Or direct descendant of the gatling gun<br>Don`t test me son, you fucc around and catch you one<br>That aint a threat, that`s a promise I can definitely keep<br>You can`t compete wit` 25 niggas wit` heat in the street<br>Ready to repeat, round after after round at you<br>All hell break lose when the whole Pound come through<br>I found that you and yours, can never fucc wit` mine<br>I own shit but gimme some more like Busta Rhymes<br>Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper<br>I`m The Alkaholik sniper, that be keepin` the crowds hyper<br>It`s ashes to ashes and dust to dust<br>Can`t stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus<br>My Dogg Kurupt<br><br>Daz:<br>Yeah, no shit<br>Yeah, y`all can`t fucc wit` that<br><br>That`s what I`m talkin` about<br>West coast, we been doin` this shit for years<br>Aint nothin` happenin` wit` that<br>Battlecat<br>(Don`t step up)<br>Right, right<br>(Don`t step up, unles you wanna get hurt)<br>Huh, huh, huh<br><br>(Get get get get hurt)<br>Whatcha say<br>Motherfuccas that be hangin` in the battle<br>(Get hurt, get get get get hurt)<br>That`s what I`m talkin` about<br>Daz Dillinger<br>(Don`t step up, unless you wanna get hurt)<br>Break it down, break it down <br>Huh<br><br>(mixed with Battlecat`s scratching)<br><br>Motherfuccas can`t fade this shit