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Aw yeah!
Right about now it's time to get
Huh, out the box, nonstop
the kingpin, xzibit, crooked i

(wait a minute, um)

i:
This is the art of,
When I'm rockin' I'm more than droppin' a boom box in bath water
You the wrong scuffle
You a chrome buckle
I niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
Deliver the sick
My shotty spit a round, you hit the ground,
body spin around, in six circles
Diminishin' menaces
I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, I'm a finishin' innocents
Lyrics (lyrics), I'm the region
Freezin g's in your
Freakin' ancient when I'm speakin' phoenician
all about crooked
These bitches shout
I'll make you say the west coast ain't without crooked
I own a label, niggas'll get disabled
When I'm rhymes written on project kitchen tables
I load this 4-5 and let slugs at ya
Now for crooked i, the scrap happy, mic snatcha

Motherfuccers can you dig that,
Can you fucc with
get kurupt the kingpin to fucc y'all niggas up
Y'all don't wanna see none of this west 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 massacres every year the time
With amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
Up against the microphone night
With a tendency of mcs, like ten of me
As you can see I mashin' mcs
Caboom, the room cleared as my views get clearer
Extra-terrestrial microphone
In effect, get
Tell me what the you expected
venemous injections
I leave whole sections, and sections full of
From poisenous melodies and selections
I select the of slow anguish
I mangle shit with my
Tell me, have you ever seen one
the microphone
In a like abilities to make mcs explode
Baboom, alone in my own
So don't me to none
Not one's
Severe, 'cause I severely, mcs
Near me, and fear me, I got plots and theories
Sincerely, I could have the spot
Niggas get stoned for microphones
no knowledge on how to rock

Yeah, back in effect, it don't
Turn speakers up, dj battlecat on the table
We fuckin' it up this and like that, yeah
Got my homeboy xzibit in the motherfuccin'
Alkaholiks!

When I was
I to the table double fisted
Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my
Bust shots up in the sky obsenities
Make niggas sport cackies and chucks hear to italy
It'll be, a cold day in hell when you see xzibit
Act like a bitch on bail, tail, and run
See we do it how it be done
I'm the cut, plus how the west was won
Or direct of the gatling gun
Don't me son, you fucc around and catch you one
That ain't a threat, that's a I can definitely keep
You can't compete wit' 25 niggas heat in the street
Ready to repeat, round after round at you
All hell break when the whole pound come through
I found that you and yours, can fucc wit' mine
I own shit but some more like busta rhymes
Cross the line, now you gotta pay the
I'm the sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper
It's ashes to ashes and to dust
Can't till me and my niggas is platinum plus
My kurupt

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

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

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

(get get get get hurt)
say
Motherfuccas be hangin' in the battle
(get hurt, get get get get hurt)
That's I'm talkin' 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