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Aw,
Right about now it's to get busy
Huh, straight out the box,
the Kingpin, Xzibit, Crooked I
a minute, um

This is the art of,
When I'm rockin', I'm shockin'
Than droppin' a boom box in water

You the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a chrome
I niggas hard enough
To break my own

Deliver the verbals
My spit around
you hit the ground
Your spin around, in six circles

Diminishin' menaces
I'm to get dicked, if not
I'm a start finishin' innocents,

I'm the region
Freezin' G's in legion
Freakin' techniques
When I'm speakin'

It's all about
These bitches Crooked
make you say the West Coast
Ain't shit without

I own a label, niggas'll get disabled
When I'm spittin' rhymes written on project tables
I load this 4-5 and let dive at ya
Now that's for I, the scrap happy, mic snatcha

can you dig that, huh?
Can you fuck with
Let's get Kurupt the Kingpin to y'all niggas up
don't wanna see none of this West Coast MC shit
Yeah, how you me now motherfucker?

Terror starts, in the midst of heart, starts
The storm, my vocals float like
In the mystic state of mind, when I create a
My microphone massacres every the same time

With amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up the microphone night stalker
With a tendency of MCs, like ten of me
As you can see I continue MCs

Caboom, the room cleared as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial microphone
In effect, get
Tell me, "What the you expected?"

venemous injections
I leave whole and sections full of injections
these poisenous melodies and selections
I select the of slow anguish
I mangle with my language

Tell me, have you ever seen one
the microphone
In a scandal like abilities to MCs explode

Baboom, alone in my own
So don't me to none
Not one's nearly severe, 'cuz I
Impair MCs near me, oppose and me
I got and theories

Sincerely, I could have the locked
get stoned for touching microphones
With no knowledge on how to

Yeah, back in effect, it stop
Turn speakers up, DJ Battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up like this and that, yeah
Got my homeboy Xzibit in the house, Alkaholiks

When I was
I came to the double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my
shots up in the sky screamin' obscenities

Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from here to
be, a cold day in hell when you see Xzibit fail
Act like a on bail, tuck tail, and run
See we do it how it can't be

I'm the rough cut, plus how the was won
Or direct descendant of the gun
Don't test me, son, you around and catch you one

That a threat, that's a promise I can definitely keep
You can't compete wit' 25 niggas heat in the street
Ready to repeat, after after round at you
All hell break lose when the whole pound through

I that you and yours, can never fuck wit' mine
I own shit but gimme some more like Busta
'Cross the line, now you gotta pay the
I'm The Alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds

It's to ashes and dust to dust
Can't till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My Dogg

Yeah, no
Yeah, can't fuck wit' that
That's what I'm about

West coast, we been doin' this shit for
Aint happenin' wit' that
Battlecat,

say?
Motherfuckas that be hangin' in the
That's what I'm talkin'

Daz
it down, break it down
Motherfuckas fade this shit