Xzibit - Step Up (feat. Kurupt) Lyrics
Daz:Aw yeah!Right about now its time to get busyHuh, straight out the box, nonstopKurupt the kingpin, xzibit, crooked i(wait a minute, um)Crooked i:This is the art of, manslaughterWhen Im rockin Im more shockin than droppin a boom box in bath waterYou entered the wrong scuffleYou catchin a chrome buckleI uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knucklesDeliver the sick verbalsMy shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground,Your body spin around, in six circlesDiminishin infamous menacesIm waitin to get dicced, if not, Im a start finishin innocentsLyrics (lyrics), Im breezin the regionFreezin gs in your legionFreakin ancient techniques when Im speakin phoenicianIts all about crookedThese *****es shout crookedIll make you say the west coast aint shit without crookedI own a vicious label, niggasll get disabledWhen Im spittin rhymes written on project kitchen tablesI load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at yaNow thats for crooked i, the scrap happy, mic snatchaDaz:Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh?Can you fucc with this?Lets get kurupt the kingpin to fucc yall niggas upYall dont wanna see none of this west coast mc shitYeah, how you like me now mother*****er!? !Kurupt:Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, startsThe storm, my vocals float like artsIn the mystic state of mind, when I create a rhymeMy microphone massacres every year the same timeWith audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talkerUp against the microphone night stalkerWith a tendency of bashing mcs, like ten of meAs you can see I continue mashin mcsCaboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearerExtra-terrestrial microphone terrorIn effect, get infectedTell me what the fucc you expectedThese venemous injectionsI leave whole sections, and sections full of injectionsFrom these poisenous melodies and selectionsI select the methods of slow anguishI mangle shit with my languageTell me, have you ever seen one elopeWith the microphoneIn a scandal like abilities to make mcs explodeBaboom, alone in my own zoneSo dont compare me to noneNot ones nearlySevere, cuz I severely, impare mcsNear me, oppose and fear me, I got plots and theoriesSincerely, I could have the spot lockedNiggas get stoned for touching microphonesWith no knowledge on how to rockDaz:Yeah, back in effect, it dont stopTurn your speakers up, dj battlecat on the tableWe *****in it up like this and like that, yeahGot my homeboy xzibit in the motherfuccin houseAlkaholiks!Xzibit:When I was enlistedI came to the table double fistedSadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemiesBust shots up in the sky screamin obsenitiesMake niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to italyItll be, a cold day in hell when you see xzibit failAct like a ***** on bail, tuck tail, and runSee we do it how it cant be doneIm the rough cut, plus how the west was wonOr direct descendant of the gatling gunDont test me son, you fucc around and catch you oneThat aint a threat, thats a promise I can definitely keepYou cant compete wit 25 niggas wit heat in the streetReady to repeat, round after after round at youAll hell break lose when the whole pound come throughI found that you and yours, can never fucc wit mineI own shit but gimme some more like busta rhymesCross the line, now you gotta pay the piperIm the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin the crowds hyperIts ashes to ashes and dust to dustCant stop till me and my niggas is platinum plusMy dogg kuruptDaz:Yeah, no shitYeah, yall cant fucc wit thatThats what Im talkin aboutWest coast, we been doin this shit for yearsAint nothin happenin wit thatBattlecat(dont step up)Right, right(dont step up, unles you wanna get hurt)Huh, huh, huh(get get get get hurt)Whatcha sayMotherfuccas that be hangin in the battle(get hurt, get get get get hurt)Thats what Im talkin aboutDaz dillinger(dont step up, unless you wanna get hurt)Break it down, break it downHuh(mixed with battlecats scratching)Motherfuccas cant fade this shit
