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kurupt - halacaust 3000 lyrics

[kurupt]
yo eastwood (yo what up gotti?)
n-gg-z act like b-tches, wanna hear the truth?
before i say another word, motherf-ck snoop
dogghouse eat a big dogg pound d-ck
this gotti, you ain’t gon’ pimp slap sh-t
i’m cool, calm, and i’m so collective
and you n-gg-z don’t respect sh-t, n-gg-
they call you soopafly, i call you soopa-cape
y’all n-gg-z bring the gorillas i done ate
they call you soopafly, i call you soopa-b-tch
that love to eat a snooper-duper super d-ck
panties and a cape, little pink panties
i drink hennessy motherf-cker
and i’m somebody you don’t wanna see motherf-cker
i’m lookin’ in the streets and i see you n-gg-z truant
and i’m ridin’ without simon’s influence motherf-cker..

[eastwood]
i roll these streets with my mind on g’s, and i keep a glock tucked
low-key on my body for n-gg-z that’s tryin’ to kill me
sh-t, i’m out the hood too
from the eastside to compton to inglewood too
i’m eastwood (who?)
one of the realest livin’, existin’, lyricist lynchin’
i’m compet-tion brought to collision, i flow with percision
decision to end it, i spit with a vengeance
so pay attention homie, it’s business
can’t die without my tickets
i’m ballin’, boss hoggin’, snoop d-gg-n’
i’m stompin’ out your braids with my chuck’s
a outlaw with a thug ministry, chemistry, touched by my memory
hennessy, from here to italy got n-gg-z feelin’ me
sun roof open, so i can feel the wind blow
smokin’ dodie, blowin’ out my h2 limo
ain’t never had a demo, i’m choppin’ up alb-ms
lock me in a booth, i’m a beast, turn up the value

[young ron]
smoke a blunt with mr. cooper, super trooper, pop – snoop and soopa
i’m so fly, i roam the block and i’m ready to die
n-gg-z told me what happened but they never really told me why
these streets is real, i’ve seen my o.g.’s cry
bodies outlined with chalk, that’s where a dope fiend died
soldiers who can’t hold they own won’t make it alive
i got a lot of talent, so i ain’t hard to find
i’m on the grind, my squad ain’t far behind
we mackin’ dimes, in the club packin’ nines
sniffin’ lines – that cocaine blow your mind
f-ckin’ with mine, i’m bringin’ mine
bring yours n-gg-!..

[gail gotti]
ease the beast, gotti supreme
gail posted in the back of the ‘llac on lean
keep the heat stashed in the dash when we mash
like livin’ fast it’s secondary to cash
get your vest tested, your chest infected
roll with tha row now my flow’s respected
gotti up and left, never was rejected
ride ’til i die ’til the game’s respected, b-tch

[kurupt]
i ain’t said sh-t, done sh-t, f-ck ’em
bustin’, bust in bustin’, dumpin’, f-ck ’em – gangsta
what the f-ck you really ever did? – nothin’
what the f-ck you really ever done?

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