[Daz]
That I exposed, my hundred seventy-five flows
The inkling of a sect, suspect me
This assemblies and less than two verses
I`m able to disengage mics
And chew MCs up like Mike & Ikes
When I recite they like two flips
I sink MCs like ships
With my nocturnal vibes, mandatory eclipse
There`s no comparison, I embarrassment
Cause microphone harassment
Here`s where the fear and terror spin
I`m hit brick, decipher these look-a-like MCs
Claimin` they rock mics like nights for days
So I`m able to have more to perform
I explode on the mic like C-4
I eliminate ya fool microphones
These limited the amount of opponents
Step on the microphone I show em`
Over and over, these weird situations
Enter in the gladiation, now they facin`
[Chorus]
Last night I had a dream and it just made me realize
That folks don`t give a damn about me (They don`t care)
So many haters on the scene, can`t stand to see me on the rise
But I`m gon` still remain the same, you best believe
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that`s gangsta)
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now you know that`s gangsta)
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that`s gangsta)
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Get cho` ass on the floor)
[SKG]
If I wanna fuck a homie I would, ya best believe that
Wanna call me reg, show ya girl where the cheese at
Niggas roll and shit, hatin` on a young bitch
Cause flow I cop or the spots I rock
I`m still classy, playa like me I keeps it jazzy
Still keep it gangsta whether not I`m gettin` sassy
Got a beeper, fly out and release my profile
Or my click bust eighty for all you busters actin` shady
Fake ass ballers wanna-be shot callers
Think y`all holdin` clout, niggas runnin` they mouth
It`s still Death Row mackin` when gangs start crackin`
Askin` all you cats in this game yo what`s happenin`
Hoes talk about they cockin` back, bustin` guns
Knowin` damn well heat is on deck, you cowards run
Hated by many, yo we loved by few
You ain`t gotta like us homie but respect what we do
I`ll buck y`all niggas then bust y`all niggas
Set chu` niggas up then wet chu` niggas up
Seen a jazzy hoe steppin` out with the gators
Hold up haters I`m executin` all the fakers
Lettin` all you cats know I just wanna fuck you
Back to ya wifey, it`s her job to love you
I`m lookin` for my baby daddy, what`s he got
He old enough to cum, he old enough to get fucked
Yeah, SKG Death Row mackin` the new bitch in town
That`s how I get down
[Chorus]
[Kurupt]
If I had a million dollars then I`d be rich
If ya ho was on deck then I fuck yo bitch
It`s Gotti in the cut with the Don Corleone
And Dillinger with the hollow tip chromes
Catch ya and travel, leave ya flabbergasted
Stalkin` y`all walkin` caskets
Hit the spot where the smokers hold
Low and behold, the tightest composition composed
Can ya catch it, I threw my thoughts like a quarterback
So when they ain`t around, I angle murder and slaughter act
React, actions speak louder than words
But ain`t nothin` more important than vision
I`ve seen optical collisions corrupted
I`m spontaneous when I combusted melon
Can`t escape a lyrical felon
Excellin` in the out, like it`s in from smokin` the bong
Koran Don, set to explore like napalm
Cataclysmic, with a habit to form collisions
Various visions, intellect sharp enough to injure
Like incisions with the deadliest intentions
To grab the heat and bust niggas into different dimensions
I had thoughts, had thoughs of electricity
Murdered by millions of volts
I got a forty cal cold
I`m all about business
Life ain`t what it seems in two seconds
I peeped the red beam, I tried to dodge
Grabbed the chrome plate, I dumped once
But I was two seconds late cause the size I was
Was the first mistake
My moms came and shook me I didn`t awake
Cause in my position that`s the chance ya take
In the dream, in the world with no way to escape
