키: C minor•
Verse 1
Aw yeah!
Right about now it's time
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Bb
Eb
to get busy
nonstop
Verse 2
Kurupt the Kingpin, Xzibit, Crooked I
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(Wait a minute, um)
When I'm rockin' I'm more shockin' than
droppin' a boom box in bath water
You entered the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a chrome buckle
I uppercut niggas hard enough to
break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick verbals
My shotty spit a round,
before you hit the ground,
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your body spin around, in six circles
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Ab
Diminishin' infamous menaces
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not,
Lyrics (lyrics), I'm
Freezin g's in your legion
Freakin' ancient techniques when
These bitches shout Crooked
I'll make you say the West Coast
I own a vicious label,
niggas'll get disabled
When I'm spittin' rhymes written
on project kitchen tables
I load this 4- 5 and let slugs dive at ya
Now that's for Crooked I,
the scrap happy, mic snatcha
Verse 3
huh?
Gm
Cm
Ab
Cm
Can you fucc with this?
of this west coast MC shit
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Gm
Cm
Yeah, how you like
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Verse 4
in the midst of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like arts
My microphone massacres
every year the same time
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Ab
With audio amputations,
vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone night stalker
With a tendency of bashing
MCs, like ten of me
As you can see I continue mashin'
Caboom, the room gets cleared
Extra- terrestrial microphone terror
In effect, get infected
Tell me what the fucc you expected
and sections full of injections
From these poisenous melod
of slow anguish
I mangle shit with my language
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Ab
Tell me, have you ever seen one elope
With the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make
Baboom, alone in my own zone
So don't compare me to none
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impare MCs
Near me, oppose and fear me,
Sincerely,
Niggas get stoned for
touching microphones
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Ab
with no knowledge on how to rock
Verse 5
Ab
it don't stop
We fuckin' it up like this and like that,
Cm
Ab
Cm
yeah
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motherfuccin' house
Alkaholiks!
Verse 6
Ab
ted
I came to the table double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies
Bust shots up in the sky
screamin' obsenities
Make niggas sport cackies and
chucks from hear to Italy
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Ab
It'll be, a cold day in Hell
when you see Xzibit fail
Act like a bitch on bail,
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Ab
See we do it how it can't be done
I'm the rough cut,
Don't test me son,
You can't compete wit' 25 niggas
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round after after round at you
whole Pound come through
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Ab
I found that you and yours,
can never fucc wit' mine
I own shit but gimme some
I'm The Alkaholik sniper,
that be keepin' the crowds hyper
It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Can't stop till me and my
Verse 7
Yeah, y'all can't fucc
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wit' that
Verse 8
That's what I'm talkin' about
we been doin' this shit for years
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Gm
Cm
Gm
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that
(Don't step up)
Right, right
Verse 9
(Get get get get hurt)
Whatcha say
Motherfuccas that be hangin'
in the battle
Ab
Cm
That's what I'm talkin' about
Daz Dillinger
Ab
Cm
Break it down, break it down
Huh
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Verse 10
Cm
(mixed with
Battlecat's scratching)
Verse 11
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