Kurupt - Step Up lyrics

Aw, yeah Right about now it's time to get busy Huh, straight out the box, nonstop Kurupt the Kingpin, Xzibit, Crooked I Wait a minute, um This is the art of, manslaughter When I'm rockin', I'm more shockin' Than droppin' a boom box in bath water You entered the wrong scuffle You catchin' a chrome buckle I uppercut n***as hard enough To break my own knuckles Deliver the sick verbals My shotty spit around Before you hit the ground Your body spin around, in six circles Diminishin' infamous menaces I'm waitin' to get dicked, if not I'm a start finishin' innocents, lyrics I'm breezin' the region Freezin' G's in your legion Freakin' ancient techniques When I'm speakin' phoenician It's all about Crooked These b**hes shout Crooked I'll make you say the West Coast Ain't sh** without Crooked I own a vicious label, n***as'll get disabled When I'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya Now that's for Crooked I, the scrap happy, mic snatcha Motherf**ers can you dig that, huh? Can you f** with this? Let's get Kurupt the Kingpin to f** y'all n***as up Y'all don't wanna see none of this West Coast MC sh** Yeah, how you like me now motherf**er? Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts The storm, my vocals float like arts In the mystic state of mind, when I create a rhyme My microphone ma**acres every year the same time With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker Up against the microphone night stalker With a tendency of bashing MCs, like ten of me As you can see I continue mashin' MCs Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer Extra-terrestrial microphone terror In effect, get infected Tell me, "What the f** you expected?" These venemous injections I leave whole sections and sections full of injections From these poisenous melodies and selections I select the methods of slow anguish I mangle sh** with my language Tell me, have you ever seen one elope With the microphone In a scandal like abilities to make MCs explode Baboom, alone in my own zone So don't compare me to none Not one's nearly severe, 'cuz I severely Impair MCs near me, oppose and fear me I got plots and theories Sincerely, I could have the spot locked n***as get stoned for touching microphones With no knowledge on how to rock Yeah, back in effect, it don't stop Turn your speakers up, DJ Battlecat on the table We f**in' it up like this and like that, yeah Got my homeboy Xzibit in the motherfuccin' house, Alkaholiks When I was enlisted I came to the table double fisted Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies Bust shots up in the sky screamin' obscenities Make n***as sport cackies and chucks from here to Italy It'll be, a cold day in hell when you see Xzibit fail Act like a b**h on bail, tuck tail, and run See we do it how it can't be done I'm the rough cut, plus how the west was won Or direct descendant of the gatling gun Don't test me, son, you f** around and catch you one That ain't a threat, that's a promise I can definitely keep You can't compete wit' 25 n***as wit' heat in the street Ready to repeat, round after after round at you All hell break lose when the whole pound come through I found that you and yours, can never f** wit' mine I own sh** but gimme some more like Busta Rhymes 'Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper I'm The Alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust Can't stop till me and my n***as is platinum plus My Dogg Kurupt Yeah, no sh** Yeah, y'all can't f** wit' that That's what I'm talkin' about West coast, we been doin' this sh** for years Aint nothin' happenin' wit' that Battlecat, right Whatcha say? Motherf**as that be hangin' in the battle That's what I'm talkin' about Daz Dillinger Break it down, break it down Motherf**as can't fade this sh**