Key: C minor
Verse 1
Eb
Daz:
Aw yeah!
Right about now it's time
Bb
F
Bb
to get busy
Gm
Eb
Huh, straight out the box,
nonstop
Verse 2
Kurupt the Kingpin, Xzibit, Crooked I
Bb
Eb
Bb
(Wait a minute, um)
Gm
Crooked I:
Eb
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,
Bb
Eb
your body spin around, in six circles
Gm
Eb
Diminishin' infamous menaces
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not,
Gm
I'm a start finishin' innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), I'm
Eb
breezin the region
Freezin g's in your legion
Freakin' ancient techniques when
Dm
Gm
I'm speakin' phoenician
Eb
It's all about Crooked
These bitches shout Crooked
I'll make you say the West Coast
Bb
Eb
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
Eb
Daz: Motherfuccers can you dig that,
huh?
Dm
Gm
Eb
Gm
Can you fucc with this?
Eb
Let's get Kurupt the Kingpin to
Gm
fucc y'all niggas up
Eb
y'all don't want to see none
of this west coast MC shit
Gm
Dm
Gm
Yeah, how you like
Eb
me now motherfucker!?!
Cm
Verse 4
Dm
Kurupt:
Eb
Terror starts,
in the midst of your heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like arts
Gm
In the mystic state of mind,
Eb
when I create a rhyme
My microphone massacres
every year the same time
Dm
Gm
Eb
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'
Dm
MCs
Caboom, the room gets cleared
Eb
as my views get clearer
Extra- terrestrial microphone terror
In effect, get infected
Tell me what the fucc you expected
Bb
Gm
These venomous injections
Eb
I leave whole sections,
and sections full of injections
From these poisenous melod
Gm
Dm
ies and selections
Gm
Eb
I select the methods
of slow anguish
I mangle shit with my language
Gm
Eb
Tell me, have you ever seen one elope
With the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to make
Gm
Eb
MCs explode
Baboom, alone in my own zone
So don't compare me to none
Dm
Not one's nearly
Gm
Severe, 'cause I severely,
Eb
Bb
Eb
impare MCs
Near me, oppose and fear me,
Gm
I got plots and theories
Sincerely,
Eb
I could have the spot locked
Niggas get stoned for
touching microphones
Gm
Eb
with no knowledge on how to rock
Gm
Eb
Daz: Yeah, back in effect,
Verse 5
Eb
it don't stop
Dm
Turn your speakers up,
Gm
Eb
DJ Battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up like this and like that,
Gm
Eb
Gm
yeah
Eb
Got my homeboy Xzibit in the
Gm
motherfuccin' house
Alkaholiks!
Eb
Gm
Xzibit: When I was enlis
Verse 6
Eb
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
Dm
Eb
It'll be, a cold day in Hell
when you see Xzibit fail
Act like a bitch on bail,
Bb
tuck tail, and run
Gm
Eb
See we do it how it can't be done
I'm the rough cut,
Gm
plus how the west was won
Eb
Or direct descendant of the gatling gun
Don't test me son,
Bb
you fucc around and catch you one
Dm
Gm
That ain't a threat,
Eb
that's a promise I can definitely keep
You can't compete wit' 25 niggas
Bb
wit' heat in the street
Eb
Gm
Ready to re peat,
Eb
Bb
round after after round at you
Eb
All hell break lose when the
whole Pound come through
Gm
Dm
Gm
Eb
I found that you and yours,
can never fucc wit' mine
I own shit but gimme some
Gm
more like Busta Rhymes
Dm
Gm
Cross the line,
Eb
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
Dm
niggas is platinum plus
Gm
Eb
My Dogg Kurupt
Verse 7
Eb
Daz: Yeah,
Gm
no shit
Yeah, y'all can't fucc
Eb
wit' that
Interlude 1
Gm
Eb
Verse 8
That's what I'm talkin' about
Gm
West coast,
we been doin' this shit for years
Eb
ain't nothin' happenin' wit'
Eb
Dm
Gm
Dm
Gm
that
Eb
Battlecat
(Don't step up)
Right, right
Eb
Gm
(Don't step up,
Eb
unles you want to get hurt)
Gm
Huh, huh, huh
Verse 9
(Get get get get hurt)
Whatcha say
Motherfuccas that be hangin'
in the battle
Gm
(Get hurt, get get get get hurt)
Eb
Gm
That's what I'm talkin' about
Daz Dillinger
Eb
(Don't step up, unless
Gm
you want to get hurt)
Eb
Gm
Break it down, break it down
Huh
Eb
Verse 10
Gm
(mixed with
Bb
Gm
Battlecat's scratching)
Verse 11
Outro 1
Motherfuccas can't fade this shit
Gm
Gm
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