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Kurupt Tha Streetz Iz A Mutha

homeboy, it's on homeboy Zones with two candy's painted bronze homeboy D A Z, I can't believe this nigga gon' trip He's nothin' but a busta, bitch ass motherfucker With Snoop in a

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

Young thugs, from Y.A., we make it happen Swearin y'all can see me but that's just like seein Elvis I grab to crick a back and crack a nigga 'cross the

I don't quit Comin' with that dogg pound gangsta shit Yea, peep game Check, I break a nigga neck I keep a nine in my pocket and a home deck I like to rock a

, mask in an all blue sweater Two pumps ready for a riot Full Baretta, six hostages with a loss of oxygen Wet as a river, sixteen bricks to flip After

't trust nobody We jack a nigga for a half a thang, we back up in this With a flock of these chickens, worth three and a half million Now we set, we

niggaz And I'm quick to pull out Gangsta shit, tell a bitch to stick a dick in her mouth As I skip to my loo, C-walkin', G talkin' I'm a gangsta, cold

the streets of l.a Gotta a lumberjack the size of a tank I'm a hammerhead with a hammer the size of a tank Every heard of a gangsta, well you must have

the streets of l.a Gotta a lumberjack the size of a tank I'm a hammerhead with a hammer the size of a tank Every heard of a gangsta, well you must have