Tonart: A minor•
Verse 1
Em
Am
F
Em
Yeah! Straight up nine to five
Am
Kurupt the motherfucking Kingpin,
Em
Am
Creeping and crawling through your hood,
F
Em
smoking, loccin
Am
Provoking punk motherfuckers
F
Em
like this stuff, wuz happening?
Verse 2
In the dead of winter is when I kick my
lyrically it amazes
Em
Constructioning thoughts that's
Am
as lethal as turpentine
F
An expert when I flex rhymes
feared like ex- cons
Em
In my zone (zone) you
Am
can't even find like At lantis
F
Stalk like a praying mantis,
Em
leaving battered bodies on the canvas
Am
The burial ground for clowns,
Tracking niggas down like fucking
Am
Tragic how the mic gets handled
F
Prodigious like a vandal on
a midnight scandal
Em
The scramble like Randall abusive
Am
when I recite on the stage
F
Double access with a brand
Verse 3
new motherfucking mic
Em
Can I grab the microphone and spit
Am
F
some shit that's known
To blow the mind
Em
of Michelangelo's poems
Am
F
For rusty motherfuckers to
be acting like they all in
Am
Em
With the click got checks that shit
Am
And once again it's on and
F
it's on with the gangsta shit
Em
I create the beats that beats the fucks
Am
right outta ya speakers
Am so blown,
F
shown for lootin? Grab the microphone alone
Am
notice- see ya self needs help
F
The homie style got the strap on deck
Em
Don't neglect the fact I can make
you or break you (Break you)
Am
F
Awake you to a new plat
Em
Now the paper is made,
now don't think twice
Am
F
Niggas is getting pimped because
their game ain't tight
Em
well (well), where the ballers dwell
Am
C
Another day, another dollar,
Bm
Em
I makes that fast cash,
F
I'm quicker ta out slick ya,
Am
DPG- eliminates the whole area beyond
Verse 4
F
the thought dismembering
Am
Em
Motherfuck surrendering. who, what, when,
Am
let's tear shit the fuck up
F
The homies cooling while you an'
ya chest get fucking blue an'
Em
Pro voke us, survey with
F
I'm that nigga like dad,
crooked as scoliosis
Em
It's im possible to survive on my
Am
F
arrival when I arrive
It's left to ya instict of sur
Am
Em
vival
Mashin, cashing in chips I gotta
Am
loose sadistic sick mind
F
You define it I'm mentally
Am
Em
silly and batter
Am
It doesn't matter when ya into it
F
Ya just entered in a war- zone all alone
Em
with ya microphone unguarded
Am
F
I just started poetical poltergeist
Am
precise and cold- hearted
Em
Am
Empty, tempt me, simply ya get shot
F
Ya forgot I'm down to empty
out my clip on ya block
Em
Am
Stop let the whole place evacuate
F
Wait until we're face- to- face
then it escalates
Em
Duck- down, Kurupt clowns niggas daily,
F
Ob serve I serve those that betray me
Verse 5
Em
I ain't never seen a joint
that I couldn't light
Am
And I ain't never seen a
F
buster that didn't fight
Em
I ain't never seen a G that would go for that
Am
F
Especially when he knows
Tha dogg Pound got his back
Em
I ain't never seen a game
that did multiply
Am
F
We getting kinda deep,
Am
yeah the crew'll die
Verse 6
And who am I?
Am
That crazy motherfucker from the DPG
Do or die!
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