Daz Dillinger - Scrape Thru tha Hood lyrics

[Intro] Dog pound gangsters n***a, like young [?] said n***a, we're Buster banger , that means we bang on busters, n***a. Yeah, fly! [Chorus: Kurupt] I'm cold, so I oversee the homies, backtrack stop, push them up, There's the busters n***a! Cold, and I'm rolling by alone, I'ma start busting and scraping Through the hood bumping n***a I'm cold, so I oversee the homies, backtrack stop, push them up, There's the busters n***a! Cold, and I'm rolling by alone, I'ma start busting and scraping Through the hood bumping n***a [Verse 1: Kurupt] I learned the hard way, if you don't want to listen, this is what you'll listen to Police, n***a, awesome n***a, dumping through, banging on your door Won't catch me slipping anymore! People pimping up in this motherf**er Now [?] yo' banging on busters up in this motherf**er Don't you know, if you didn't listen to this pistol sizzling [?] loosed and juiced, pistol whistling Sky high, fly motherf**er! Yelling: Die motherf**er! Die motherf**er! If you want [?], motherf**er ? try motherf**er! I'll put it in front of your spot, try motherf**er! If you touch it, I'll give you my life motherf**er Forever, [?] d**h, I'ma ride motherf**er Heaters and TEC 9's, I supply motherf**er Heaters and pipe-bombs, I provide motherf**er Homicidal, pushing the front line motherf**er! [Chorus: Kurupt] [Verse 2:Kurupt] Cold, but I don't get upset Sacked this n***a up, and carved the set on his chest, n***a Pistol clapping, make the heater, pop it back Just like that! n***a, swipe that, you don't like that? Want a [?] n***a? Get on the job, n***a! Let's ride n***a, I'ma say it again Let's ride n***a, let the TEC's fly n***a! Erasing the sky n***a, talking the sky n***a! You can't even even see the n***a your beside, n***a! Look, besides n***a, see? it ain't no thing Dog pound gang Watch us bang Come and show us what you mean! Either don't get tapped from the back or the [?] In the back, temple, kneecap or the spleen! [Chorus: Kurupt] [Verse 3:Kurupt] Sinister, revelations Of a different generation Where head-ups don't matter no more Where the guy that's [throwing?] the blow That's for sure More than anything you can think about and know, and got to hope Gotta serve p**y from Vegas to the Navajo From the Karma leaders to Magnolia to the Kalio See? this is pressure Because I'm thinking about busting my TEC up in this n***a's [?] This n***a tripping Thinking that he can get away stealing the n***a chips and bullsh**ting What the f** is wrong? I'ma have to show them it's on! I know them, it's on! This is how [storm conforms?]! Kurupt, [dumping Harley, kidnapping the ducts?] My khaki's is paint n***a, and so is my chops Dillinger, Gotti, semi's loaded and tucked Like, which n***a 'been inquiring about Kurupt? Which one of you n******gs I'ma duct tape and dump? [Chorus: Kurupt]