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KURUPT lyrics - Space Boogie: Smoke Oddessey

Hate On Me

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[Verse 1: Soopafly] Eh yo, if rappin' was a bitch you'd have no pussy Maybe tongue kissin', but still no pussy Lookin' at me dumb I'll slap you so dizzy Suppa so busy cockin' the 4 fizzy Mad cause I'm too fly, and I pumped your ho crushed your flow you got jealous club me for I sensed the hate, I used my optical You was too close around when I pocket doe First came the wishin', then came the bitchin' Wanna know the secrets comin' from the kitchen I was fine dinin', you was eatin' chicken I'll bust a bad ho, nigger take your pickin' Like a slut callin' bitches on my cell phone But my bitches, try to take my fly bitches I ain't just trippin', I can't trust niggas who ain't us Bringin' niggas who can't bust I'm A+ wid it, I'm anxious to crush ya Half tustla mixed with you just a busta Bitch ass niggas get me rich fast quicka Now don't tricka this Supa ass kicka [Chorus] Why do you hate on me Cause I don't be trippin' off you My image is stuck on G Try to fuck with me this year... Get the 'beep' outta here! I'm so up on my shit These bitches ain't gettin' my grip So I still remain a G But why do you hate on me [Verse 2: Damani] How you gone hate on me And I'm that nigga that ride beats smoother than Ron Isley Talkin' bout fuck Damani but steady eyein' me Steady tryin' to see how good sex with me could be Why won't you let me fuck? And I'm the best thing goin', and you the best thing hoin' Plus we got you on tape givin' head in slow motion Undercover ho's be real soft spoken Why would you slash my tire? And I got stock in Goodyear, bitch I'm all good year Tryin' to fuck up my clutch so I'm forced to change gears Darkskin, go-tee with no beard I change ho's like I change clothes Young devil in the city o' angels Keep it ghetto like cups with staples Live from L.A. gettin' head from Rachel. Now... [Chorus] [Verse 3: Kurupt] Why do bitches blow dicks? I don't know that but I can tell you dis, you simple trick Now you get it all you want. We roll joints we don't fuck with blunts, fuck a blunt now Some niggas is worse than ho's Holdin' somethin' on your chest let it go I'll make a bitch blow balls like a ball and sing that song(echoes)...but naked Most o' y'all niggas be break and hatin' records The most hatin' done in 8.5 seconds Why you hatin' Snoopy, you hate Nate and hate me Why you hatin' stupid and hatin' on Warren G Why you hatin' Rasco, why you hate Damani Cause he wanna fuck Armani and don't wear Armani Hatin' Gondee and hatin' Tre-dee, Tre-dee is like fuck'em if they hatin the G Fuck y'all [Chorus]

The World Is Changing

Fatal Hussein "In The Line Of Fire"
[Singer] oohhhh(hold note) [Voice] Tell'em where you come in tell that fake nigga where you come in [Singer] oohhhh(hold note) [Voice] Yall bitch niggaz is jealous I see a whole bunch of suckers Verse one Won't you niggas take a look at a real thug and see why ya bitches get suspicious and peal slugs at me til the day I die high muthafucker tryin' to think of somethin' other then dyin' what the fuck could you do me? but laugh and diss stay in your place, while a real playa mash to this I know it's heaven for G's, M-11 to squeeze 'bout an ounce, and body counts, to drop pass seven degree's I'm a neva go home, blastin' on you bitch made jealous ass niggas, switchin' up like a switch blade life is what you make it, I'm make it in dope my dog died in tail cell, shakin' from rope it's only one way out the game, and I suggest you stay from escapade, profess you chest and laid put ya guns down, shoot for revolution, and mash in other words, keep your shit cocked shootin' for cash Chorus [Singer]- Life ain't what, it used to be babbbyyy it's so easy, the world is changin' will I live or will I die? will I ever see the light? the world is changin' Verse two My next kin to crew, is a selected few if you don't fuck wit me, they won't bust at you I been from Cali, Sac the Bay Area and back in this world thats all black, more critical wit tha mack are Russian war, kick it they bitches and fuck'em all ? like squad, they all talked, I stuck'em all yall niggas goin' despice on me, makin' thugs out you suckas come and ride for me, dyin' is the hardest part of livin' ya life talkin' slick, after tellin' me that bitch was ya wife so your fiancee, probably goin' wild for me I write a letter to my un-born child and tell my baby girl to smile for me Chorus Verse three Bumpin', jumpin' from jeerz, wit these thugs that hide ten's on they hips six-shooters, inside a buggy-I Benz approach hard, slidin' speed roads, from the coast guard better warn you, befo I put somethin' on you and it your folks hard, that Henny mix rappers fire quick like twenty blix, any click beefin' cuz, they don't city wit, loves goin' get cha Hussein been it, affendin' ya little dogs puttin' thugs on a stretcher, so suffer look at her wiggle, and don't touch her must cha make suicidal threats, to cuff her you ain't a playa(nigga), while you ridin' a bitch and ain't a ridah, now you's a sucka and ya pride is clinched once she go thug, so always be thugged remember that son, all I want is action won't hesitate to clap one, the east and the west got me packed and stressed, but through the pain all I'm tryin' to , is gain happiness why don't you niggas, take a look at a real thug and see, why these suckas tryin' ball on me, me god Chorus Makaveli to don, Kadafi rest in peace (Makaveli to don) [Singer]- Will I live or will I die? Will I ever see the light the world is changin', ooohhhhh

The World Is Changing

Fatal "In the Line of Fire"
[Singer]-oohhhh(hold note) [Voice]- Tell'em where you come in, tell that fake nigga where you come in [Singer]-oohhhh(hold note) [Voice]- Yall bitch niggaz is jealous, I see a whole bunch of suckers Verse one Won't you niggas, take a look at a real thug and see why, ya bitches get suspicious and peal slugs, at me, til the day I die, high muthafucker tryin' to think of somethin', other then dyin' what the fuck could you do me? but laugh and diss stay in your place, while a real playa mash to this I know it's heaven for G's, M-11 to squeeze 'bout an ounce, and body counts, to drop pass seven degree's I'm a neva go home, blastin' on you bitch made jealous ass niggas, switchin' up like a switch blade life is what you make it, I'm make it in dope my dog died in tail cell, shakin' from rope it's only one way out the game, and I suggest you stay from escapade, profess you chest and laid put ya guns down, shoot for revolution, and mash in other words, keep your shit cocked shootin' for cash Chorus [Singer]- Life ain't what, it used to be babbbyyy it's so easy, the world is changin' will I live or will I die? will I ever see the light? the world is changin' Verse two My next kin to crew, is a selected few if you don't fuck wit me, they won't bust at you I been from Cali, Sac the Bay Area and back in this world thats all black, more critical wit tha mack are Russian war, kick it they bitches and fuck'em all ? like squad, they all talked, I stuck'em all yall niggas goin' despice on me, makin' thugs out you suckas come and ride for me, dyin' is the hardest part of livin' ya life talkin' slick, after tellin' me that bitch was ya wife so your fiancee, probably goin' wild for me I write a letter to my un-born child and tell my baby girl to smile for me Chorus Verse three Bumpin', jumpin' from jeerz, wit these thugs that hide ten's on they hips six-shooters, inside a buggy-I Benz approach hard, slidin' speed roads, from the coast guard better warn you, befo I put somethin' on you and it your folks hard, that Henny mix rappers fire quick like twenty blix, any click beefin' cuz, they don't city wit, loves goin' get cha Hussein been it, affendin' ya little dogs puttin' thugs on a stretcher, so suffer look at her wiggle, and don't touch her must cha make suicidal threats, to cuff her you ain't a playa(nigga), while you ridin' a bitch and ain't a ridah, now you's a sucka and ya pride is clinched once she go thug, so always be thugged remember that son, all I want is action won't hesitate to clap one, the east and the west got me packed and stressed, but through the pain all I'm tryin' to , is gain happiness why don't you niggas, take a look at a real thug and see, why these suckas tryin' ball on me, me god Chorus Makaveli to don, Kadafi rest in peace (Makaveli to don) [Singer]- Will I live or will I die? Will I ever see the light the world is changin', ooohhhhh

What A Feelin'

Keith Murray "Enigma"
Verse One: Kaboom! Guess who stepped in the room? Lookin' like the creature from the Black Lagoon There's gonna be a 187 real soon If some niggas don't give me some elbow room I'm runnin with the Legion of Doom Like a pack of wolves foamin at the mouth on full moon I track range between space and time And push back like receding hair lines That's the essence of the effervescence At this melodic dynamic shit progresses A mic murderer for hire As I sit back and watch your little gimmick backfire Under the circumstances in any order of events I be with sick niggaz rollin thick Dissin the system got America mad at me Like my name was O.J. Simpson Chorus: repeat 2X My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that sensuous shit The astronomical is comin through like the flu bombin you Verse Two: Get off my d.k. you pitty pat bitch, stepped into the party People wonderin' if I'm a start some shit Prisoner of the media very often Cause people be blowin shit out proportion False information and bogus arithmetic Got everybody stuck on stupid, misinterpretating shit How could I? Why should I damage my career? Over a nigga that'll probably bust me out of fear Don't let your mouth get you into somethin that your ass can't get out When I see you I'm a pull your dreads out your scalp Caution: code red I could kill you now but instead I'm a put this thought into your head I got the illest crew in the industry We could go to war for 30 years like foreign countries Yo slow your roll Cause I don't really think you know with what you dealin Chorus Verse Three: Man fuck bitches I'm getting money And laughin at these clown ass niggaz like they funny The grand imperial with milky material I be the surprise in the bottom of your cereal. One thing I gotta say my Squad never lost it Unlike you corny MC's out there who Farrah Fawcett Can't rhyme runnin your mouth all the time While Def Squad sit back and enterprise perfect crimes Got the Funk Lord squeezin the life out of keyboards While each MC tear the frame out of mic chords Yo I was in the bullpen with them niggas pullin heists Grown ass men crying like little mice, but I'ma bounce true indeed Cause punk ass only bagged me with two ounces of weed Now I'm back in the city lights And all I can think about is keepin it tight

Stock In The Game

Freddie Foxxx "Industry Shakedown"
[Freddie Foxxx] Yeah, uh-huh, you ready? It's Bumpy Knuckles baby, we tear this mothafucker down! Welcome to the underground where hardcore niggas are found We're beatin niggas down, make you world-reknown Where street beef set off once, never forgiven Where real niggas never give up, we fugitivin That's how we be livin, where niggas vibe on the raw shit Come out, your face fucked up and get your jaw split Nigga, we pick your teeth up and put em on a string like bones And send your punk ass home alone I got stock in this microphone you innuendos I get you beat the fuck up and played like Nintendo Maybe smoke like the hydro endo, you niggas is hookers I hit you wit the four pound tuckers Have you ever seen a rap stampede? Well bring em underground, and I'll run em down You know my reputation, my voice over disco beats is violation New York walk, New York talk And when I blow you niggas dime, I use my own chalk So watch what the fuck you say and what you do For real, niggas bring it to you and your whole crew Bring in baby, you ready? [Chorus] I got stock in this game Got a bad reputation for bringin the glock to the game You know my name So if you ever come across me wrong Just remember the words to this song I be hearin mad MC's, I study your rhymes And I noticed that you niggas is just wastin time I don't take it to wack niggas, they self-destruct I take it to nice niggas and FUCK THEM UP! So the fact that you be shinin makes it even better for me That just leaves more cheddar for me I keep it blacker than Cadillacs in '69 Total eclispe your record and stole your shine Sixteen bars of homemade moonshine rhyme And I still had you mothafuckers payin me mine Wassup, watch me snatch a hundred grand on you niggas No tax while you loudmouth braggin-ass niggas fake jacks Yeah I'm nice wit my mothafuckin hands And I bust my heats, Freddie Foxxx celebrity box out the beats My flow is so cold Start a rainy day snowin, my voice fertilize your thoughts to start growin It's Bumpy Knuckles and raw niggas incorporated The real niggas love it, the fake niggas hate it You mothafuckers ready for this? Check it out Chorus 2x I go one two three four five, I make it live Simple-ass shit like that be soundin wack But when I spit the lyrical terror that makes niggas hide they jewels Wild niggas start cockin they tools I got my ethics from the older school, if you wack then I spit it Something to steal, I come get it If Freddie Foxxx want beef, niggas ain't wit it Some niggas wanna try my style but can't fit it I be hearin niggas that sound like me But ain't never ever really put it down like me Plus them niggas ain't really underground like me Street reputation, love town-to-town like me You bitch-ass mothafuckers I squared off in the mainstream World, actin like a mothafuckin girls I wet you like a jheri curl and you'll explode like uranium The only thing you'll have to fall back on is your cranium You soft niggas could never be iller Than the holemaker, holefiller Bumpy Knucks keep it realer, the bloodspiller Don't fuck wit a mothafuckin killer, TURN IT UP! Chorus 2x *on second time, last line is THEN ALL YOU MOTHAFUCKERS'LL BE GONE *

10 Million Ways

MACK 10 "Mack 10"
Chorus: [Ice Cube] X4 Cause if you fuck with us we leave scars [Mack 10] Tick tock around the clock for the rock ya come see me Just knock at the door I'll grant your wish like a genie Strait out to get paid stack the loot that I made Been slangin' dope out my mammas' house since the 10th grade Never tried it can't deny it in the tiots was a looter Used to hang with drive by shooters Stickem up for Honda scooters Never was a schollar make you throw yo hands and holla Wolla went to Jr. high slangin' joints fo a dollar Finger waves was the new fad so they spoted a due rags Niggas got dumped on fo the red or blue rags Down with the G's so them niggas never serve me Bellin' through the hood in my honeycomb Jersey Painter pants cuffed so I fixit on my biscuits Till my hair get long enough to brade my bitch I'll keep it twisted It's that niggarunnin' wild punch the pedal to the meadow And everywhere I go it's a must I keep it ghetto Chorus: X2 [Ice Cube] Cause if you fuck with us we leave scars [Mack 10] Motherfucker crime pays in 10 millions ways Choose one 1 2 3 4 hit it! (X2) [Mack 10] 24/7 on a 211 fresh out the county I hunt like a bounty From 10 to midnight make sure my shit tight Map out the lick right so that I hit right I strike to stay alive to be exact need a sack Can't hack this monkey on my back So I shot it now you plot it I got it Exotic to erotic money ho's to narcotics No preachin' knowledge of self or religion I'm too busy raisin' pitbulls and pigeons Put the hustle down steady for the summer I'm ready way tighter got two birds and a rider But I'm out fo mo nigga can't get enough doe Place my hands on the fo fo Arm robbery is my hoby So I gotta sickum then lickum Now who's my next victim Chorus: X2 [Ice Cube] Cause if you fuck with us we leave scars [Mack 10] Motherfucker crime pays in 10 millions ways Choose one 1 2 3 4 hit it! (X2) Got the plak in the back straight ragtop Peepin' the scene with the gangsta lean Super clean in and out make you weak at the knees I watch fo the theives on my hunt spoke D's Stereo type foe life from the streets where the palms trees sway And the money parlay Fo block niggas got the hoes like sewed up Bitches on my nuts every since I first showed up BG nigga with my though skins hangin' Tryin to look like my big homies that was bangin Slangin like 90 goin north with the cavey Twistin through the hood in a 83 caddy Coupe Deville I packs my big still Cause it's sittin on white ones with the two way tight ones And as I floss I keeps my nina Ross Cocked with the clipin to catch a nigga slippin' Chorus: [Ice Cube] Cause if you fuck with us we leave scars [Mack 10] Motherfucker crime pays in 10 millions ways Choose one 1 2 3 4 hit it! (X2)

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