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 Lyrics: 
 (Kurupt)
Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz
 Nickels and pennies, and pounds of hash
 Double up the dough, double my money
 They can boil and bubble, get a grip ain't nothin' funny
 You can't survive, off no conversation wit words
 Betta get up off yo ass nigga, go flip some birds
 Hand me my cash, nobody moves and nobody get blast
 My first words are my last
 I got a platoon, mask, and armor suits
 First enfulltry of riders on a global pursuit
 Parachute and jump, held high on a stump
 Wit a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the hunt
 
 The streets is a muthafucka
 Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row
 Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go
 Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho
 In and out do's, chrome, rollin' in sixty-fo's
 I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off hoe
 Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us
 Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers
 
 (Daz)
 Automatics rang out, you left dead nigga wit yo brains out
 Walk back to the porch, wit some salt to wash the stains out
 Murders my hobby, kidnapping, jacking, and robbery
 Wow daz a safari, in a p???
 Pay the cops off as I peel out and jet
 It ain't no thing when we connect, we posted up with tecks
 Nigga we bury you alive in cement, that's what we meant
 Now when the nine goes click, yo ass wasn't shit
 Get out your war tactics, get at you get the job done
 One gun you hung, seven bullets in your lungs
 Struggle with heron and I'll tell you apart
 Through my veins and through my heart
 That's when the drama will start
 Nigga gimme what you got, let off some more shots
 Run through what you got, destroy yo block
 Got a dealings ever ever was your spot
 When the nine goes pop, that's when yo homeboys drop
 
 (Kurupt)
 I seen it befo' 44's explode
 Nigga's fall on the flo', the hardest nigga on the flo'
 The hoes like, do what the fuck ever a nigga say
 It's like this everyday on 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 heard of us
 The gangsta gang muthafucka, its on dawn to dust
 
 Well nigga wonder what we doing, it ain't really nothing to us
 Plus you ain't nothin' to us, you can't do nothing to us (no)
 
 (Daz)
 I represented and presented the bloodbath
 Feel the wrath, we get what you had you get stabbed
 We grab for the oppurtunities that'll soon to be a chance
 At the eulogy, I knew you be dead, while in prison
 Making critical decisions, to the brain to his neck
 Goes 27 inches for tellin' the snitches
 
 (Childs voice)
 Shut the fuck up, nigga (nigga)
 
 
		
		
	
 
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