Key: C minor
Verse 1
Bb
Daz:
Aw yeah!
Right about now it's time
F
C
F
to get busy
Dm
Bb
Huh, straight out the box,
nonstop
Verse 2
Kurupt the Kingpin, Xzibit, Crooked I
F
Bb
F
(Wait a minute, um)
Dm
Crooked I:
Bb
This is the art of, manslaughter
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,
F
Bb
your body spin around, in six circles
Dm
Bb
Diminishin' infamous menaces
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not,
Dm
I'm a start finishin' innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), I'm
Bb
breezin the region
Freezin g's in your legion
Freakin' ancient techniques when
Am
Dm
I'm speakin' phoenician
Bb
It's all about Crooked
These bitches shout Crooked
I'll make you say the West Coast
F
Bb
ain't shit without Crooked
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
Bb
Daz: Motherfuccers can you dig that,
huh?
Am
Dm
Bb
Dm
Can you fucc with this?
Bb
Let's get Kurupt the Kingpin to
Dm
fucc y'all niggas up
Bb
y'all don't want to see none
of this west coast MC shit
Dm
Am
Dm
Yeah, how you like
Bb
me now motherfucker!?!
Gm
Verse 4
Am
Kurupt:
Bb
Terror starts,
in the midst of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like arts
Dm
In the mystic state of mind,
Bb
when I create a rhyme
My microphone massacres
every year the same time
Am
Dm
Bb
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'
Am
MCs
Caboom, the room gets cleared
Bb
as my views get clearer
Extra- terrestrial microphone terror
In effect, get infected
Tell me what the fucc you expected
F
Dm
These venomous injections
Bb
I leave whole sections,
and sections full of injections
From these poisenous melod
Dm
Am
ies and selections
Dm
Bb
I select the methods
of slow anguish
I mangle shit with my language
Dm
Bb
Tell me, have you ever seen one elope
With the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make
Dm
Bb
MCs explode
Baboom, alone in my own zone
So don't compare me to none
Am
Not one's nearly
Dm
Severe, 'cause I severely,
Bb
F
Bb
impare MCs
Near me, oppose and fear me,
Dm
I got plots and theories
Sincerely,
Bb
I could have the spot locked
Niggas get stoned for
touching microphones
Dm
Bb
with no knowledge on how to rock
Dm
Bb
Daz: Yeah, back in effect,
Verse 5
Bb
it don't stop
Am
Turn your speakers up,
Dm
Bb
DJ Battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up like this and like that,
Dm
Bb
Dm
yeah
Bb
Got my homeboy Xzibit in the
Dm
motherfuccin' house
Alkaholiks!
Bb
Dm
Xzibit: When I was enlis
Verse 6
Bb
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
Am
Bb
It'll be, a cold day in Hell
when you see Xzibit fail
Act like a bitch on bail,
F
tuck tail, and run
Dm
Bb
See we do it how it can't be done
I'm the rough cut,
Dm
plus how the west was won
Bb
Or direct descendant of the gatling gun
Don't test me son,
F
you fucc around and catch you one
Am
Dm
That ain't a threat,
Bb
that's a promise I can definitely keep
You can't compete wit' 25 niggas
F
wit' heat in the street
Bb
Dm
Ready to re peat,
Bb
F
round after after round at you
Bb
All hell break lose when the
whole Pound come through
Dm
Am
Dm
Bb
I found that you and yours,
can never fucc wit' mine
I own shit but gimme some
Dm
more like Busta Rhymes
Am
Dm
Cross the line,
Bb
now you gotta pay the piper
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
Am
niggas is platinum plus
Dm
Bb
My Dogg Kurupt
Verse 7
Bb
Daz: Yeah,
Dm
no shit
Yeah, y'all can't fucc
Bb
wit' that
Interlude 1
Dm
Bb
Verse 8
That's what I'm talkin' about
Dm
West coast,
we been doin' this shit for years
Bb
ain't nothin' happenin' wit'
Bb
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
that
Bb
Battlecat
(Don't step up)
Right, right
Bb
Dm
(Don't step up,
Bb
unles you want to get hurt)
Dm
Huh, huh, huh
Verse 9
(Get get get get hurt)
Whatcha say
Motherfuccas that be hangin'
in the battle
Dm
(Get hurt, get get get get hurt)
Bb
Dm
That's what I'm talkin' about
Daz Dillinger
Bb
(Don't step up, unless
Dm
you want to get hurt)
Bb
Dm
Break it down, break it down
Huh
Bb
Verse 10
Dm
(mixed with
F
Dm
Battlecat's scratching)
Verse 11
Outro 1
Motherfuccas can't fade this shit
Dm
Dm
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