[Daz]
Yeah! Straight up 9-5!
Kurupt the motherfuckin Kingpin, Dat Nigga Daz
Creepin and crawlin through your hood, smokin, loccin
Provokin punk motherfuckers like this stuff
Wuz happenin?
[Kurupt]
In the dead of winter is when I kick my coldest phrases
Mentalest telepathy, lyrically it amazes
Constructioning thoughts that`s as lethal as turpentine
An expert when I flex rhymes feared like ex-cons
In my zone(zone)you can`t even find like Atlantis
Stalk like a prayin mantis, leavin battered bodies on the canvas
The burial ground for clowns, open casket
Trackin niggas down like fuckin basset hounds
Tragic how the mic gets handled
Prodigious like a vandal on a midnight scandal
The scramble like Randall abusive when I recite on the stage
Double access with a brand new motherfuckin mic
[Daz]
Now can I grab the microphone and spit some shit that`s known
to blow the mind of Michelangeloґs poems, clones get crushed like stones
I forbid, for rusty motherfuckers to be actin like they all in
with the click got checks that shit
And once again it`s on and it`s on with the gangsta shit
I create the beats that beats the fucks right outta ya speakers
Amps are blown, shown for me to grab the microphone alone
Like Jodeci, notice-see ya self needs help
The homie style got the strap on deck
Don`t neglect the fact I can make you or break you(Break you)
Awake you to a new plateau wit` mo` hoes
Now the paper is made, now don`t think twice
Niggas is gettin pimped because their game ain`t tight
Now well well (well), now welcome where the ballers dwell
Another day, another dollar, Blueberry to sell
I makes that fast cash, hmm Dat Nigga Daz
I`m quicker ta out slick ya, blast in half
[Kurupt]
DPG eliminates the whole area beyond the thought dismemberin
Motherfuck surrenderin; who, what, when, let`s tear shit the fuck up
The homies coolin while you an` ya chest get fuckin blue an`
Provoke us, survey with the superior focus
I`m that nigga like Daz, crooked as scoliosis
S`impossible to survive on my arrival when I arrive
It`s left to ya instict of survival
Mashin, cashing in chips I gotta loose sadistic sick mind
They define it Iґm mentally sick, and batter
It doesn`t matter when ya into it
Ya just entered in a war-zone all alone with ya microphone unguarded
I just started poetical poltergeist precise and cold-hearted
Empty, tempt me, simply ya get shot
Ya forgot I`m down to empty out my clip on ya block
Stop let the whole place evacuate
wait until we`re face-to-face then it escalates
Duck-down, Kurupt clowns niggas daily, hos can`t play me
Observe I serve those that betray me
[Nate Dogg]
I ain`t never seen a joint that I couldn`t light
And I ain`t never seen a buster that didn`t fight
I ain`t never seen a G that would go for that
Especially when he knows Tha Dogg Pound got his back
I ain`t never seen a game that did multiply
We gettin kinda deep, yeah the crew and I
[Kurupt] And who am I?
[Snoop] And who am I?
That crazy motherfucker from the DPG, do or die!
