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Aw yeah!
Right about now time to get busy
Huh, straight out the box,
the kingpin, xzibit, crooked i

(wait a minute, um)

i:
This is the art of,
When I'm rockin' I'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box in bath
You the wrong scuffle
You catchin' a chrome
I niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the verbals
My shotty spit a round, you hit the ground,
body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' infamous
I'm to get dicced, if not, I'm a start finishin' innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), I'm breezin the
Freezin g's in legion
Freakin' ancient techniques I'm speakin' phoenician
all about crooked
These shout crooked
make you say the west coast ain't shit without crooked
I own a vicious label, niggas'll get
When I'm spittin' rhymes written on project tables
I load this 4-5 and let dive at ya
Now that's for crooked i, the happy, mic snatcha

Motherfuccers can you dig that,
Can you fucc this?
get kurupt the kingpin to fucc y'all niggas up
Y'all don't wanna see none of this coast mc shit
Yeah, how you me now motherfucker!? !

Terror starts, in the midst of your heart,
The storm, my float like arts
In the state of mind, when I create a rhyme
My microphone every year the same time
With audio amputations, vocal of a loud talker
Up against the night stalker
With a tendency of mcs, like ten of me
As you can see I continue mcs
Caboom, the room gets cleared as my get clearer
microphone terror
In effect, get
Tell me what the you expected
venemous injections
I whole sections, and sections full of injections
From poisenous melodies and selections
I select the methods of slow
I shit with my language
Tell me, have you ever one elope
the microphone
In a like abilities to make mcs explode
Baboom, in my own zone
So don't compare me to
Not one's
Severe, 'cause I severely, mcs
Near me, oppose and me, I got plots and theories
Sincerely, I could have the spot
get stoned for touching microphones
With no on how to rock

Yeah, back in effect, it stop
Turn speakers up, dj battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up this and like that, yeah
Got my xzibit in the motherfuccin' house
Alkaholiks!

When I was
I came to the table double
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my
Bust shots up in the sky screamin'
Make sport cackies and chucks from hear to italy
be, a cold day in hell when you see xzibit fail
Act like a bitch on bail, tail, and run
See we do it how it be done
I'm the rough cut, plus how the was won
Or direct descendant of the gun
Don't test me son, you around and catch you one
That a threat, that's a promise I can definitely keep
You can't compete wit' 25 wit' heat in the street
to repeat, round after after round at you
All break lose when the whole pound come through
I found that you and yours, can never fucc mine
I own shit but gimme more like busta rhymes
the line, now you gotta pay the piper
I'm the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the hyper
It's ashes to and dust to dust
stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My kurupt

Yeah, no
Yeah, y'all can't fucc that

That's what I'm talkin'
coast, we been doin' this shit for years
Aint nothin' happenin' wit'

(don't up)
Right,
(don't step up, you wanna get hurt)
Huh, huh, huh

(get get get get hurt)
say
Motherfuccas that be in the battle
(get hurt, get get get get hurt)
That's what I'm about
Daz
(don't step up, you wanna get hurt)
Break it down, it down
Huh

(mixed battlecat's scratching)

Motherfuccas can't this shit