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kurupt - scrape thru tha hood lyrics

[intro]
dog pound gangsters n-gga, like young [?] said n-gga, we’re buster banger , that means we bang on busters, n-gga. yeah, fly!

[chorus: kurupt]
i’m cold, so i oversee the homies, backtrack stop, push them up, there’s the busters n-gga!
cold, and i’m rolling by alone, i’ma start busting and scr-ping through the hood bumping n-gga
i’m cold, so i oversee the homies, backtrack stop, push them up, there’s the busters n-gga!
cold, and i’m rolling by alone, i’ma start busting and scr-ping through the hood bumping n-gga

[verse 1: kurupt]
i learned the hard way, if you don’t want to listen, this is what you’ll listen to
police, n-gga, awesome n-gga, dumping through, banging on your door
won’t catch me slipping anymore!
people pimping up in this motherf-cker
now [?] yo’ banging on busters up in this motherf-cker
don’t you know, if you didn’t listen to this pistol sizzling
[?] loosed and juiced, pistol whistling
sky high, fly motherf-cker!
yelling: die motherf-cker! die motherf-cker!
if you want [?], motherf-cker ? try motherf-cker!
i’ll put it in front of your spot, try motherf-cker!
if you touch it, i’ll give you my life motherf-cker
forever, [?] death, i’ma ride motherf-cker
heaters and tec 9’s, i supply motherf-cker
heaters and pipe-bombs, i provide motherf-cker
homicidal, pushing the front line motherf-cker!

[chorus: kurupt]

[verse 2:kurupt]
cold, but i don’t get upset
sacked this n-gga up, and carved the set on his chest, n-gga
pistol clapping, make the heater, pop it back
just like that! n-gga, swipe that, you don’t like that?
want a [?] n-gga? get on the job, n-gga!
let’s ride n-gga, i’ma say it again
let’s ride n-gga, let the tec’s fly n-gga!
erasing the sky n-gga, talking the sky n-gga!
you can’t even even see the n-gga your beside, n-gga!
look, besides n-gga, see? it ain’t no thing
dog pound gang
watch us bang
come and show us what you mean!
either don’t get tapped from the back or the [?]
in the back, temple, kneecap or the spleen!

[chorus: kurupt]

[verse 3:kurupt]
sinister, revelations
of a different generation
where head-ups don’t matter no more
where the guy that’s [throwing?] the blow
that’s for sure
more than anything you can think about and know, and got to hope
gotta serve p-ssy from vegas to the navajo
from the karma leaders to magnolia to the kalio
see? this is pressure
because i’m thinking about busting my tec up in this n-gga’s [?]
this n-gga tripping
thinking that he can get away stealing the n-gga chips and bullsh-tting
what the f-ck is wrong?
i’ma have to show them it’s on!
i know them, it’s on!
this is how [storm conforms?]!
kurupt, [dumping harley, kidnapping the ducts?]
my khaki’s is paint n-gga, and so is my chops
dillinger, gotti, semi’s loaded and tucked
like, which n-gga ‘been inquiring about kurupt?
which one of you n-ggers i’ma duct tape and dump?

[chorus: kurupt]

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