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KURUPT lyrics : "I Call Shots"

[snoop dogg]
Yeah.. yo whassup my ^!$$%?
It's the big homeboy snoop dogg

And y'know, the streets is a mother$#&@er
D.p.g.c., y'know
Representin to the fullest, like dat dere

Y'know!

[kurupt]

Organized madness
The young godstra
Ha hah, young frank sinatra, beotch!


[Chorus: repeat 2x (w/ minor variations)]


I call, i call shots round here
Tell who to pop and who not to pop round here
Slow down down here, don't make too much noise

You know who runs the blocks round here

[kurupt]

Psychosomatic, automatic static
Catatonic, supersonic, bubonic chronic addict
Astrononimcal in the thunderdome center

In the depths of the dungeon, dangerous, dastardly
Catastrophes, metamorphosize into a pit
Tyranno-don, crackin the bricks on the walls

Camouflage, on the side of livest
Bout to put somethin up in that could ride
It's time for, world war three mother$#&@er

You know me, young got-ti mother$#&@er
I holds the microphone like a grudge
In the 'llac laid back, so back the $#&@ up

This might give you a heart attack
It's real simple, can't get mo' simple than that
Than that..


[Chorus]


[kurupt]
The tactical acrobatical automatic
Automatically psychosomatics that got it verbally guided

Visually you ride it super like the sonics
Potent like gin and tonic being injected through the veins
With double dosage of liquid chronic (what?)

Columbian flake, the top rate
Irate lost mental state
Stallion i'm want about a million or more

Of y'all fools to come back and get some more
You can tell the gangs as soon as he come in the door
He don't wear calvin klein, he won't wear valour

He got some gortex or some converse on
All-stars, g'd from the hat to the floor
You can miss me, i'm probably chillin up in mississippi

Or poughkeepsie or baton rouge guzzlin whiskey
I'm a walkin franchise and i wanna get paid
Get dropped, mopped and stomped like a parade

Persuasion, phase three of the invasion
I gots to break loose cause i'm feelin caged in
Loose in the jungle, blaze a botanical garden up

Nowadays, ^!$$%z ain't hard enough
To bombard and bogart, spots like these
Renegade revolutionary infantries

I'll bet a thousand to one, you're never gonna make it
You're never gonna get it, y'all can't $#&@ wit us
Put it together, our squad 1999 mod squad

Universal soldiers, i thought i told ya

[Chorus]


[roscoe]
I'm a chart smasher, the youngest gangster rapper

Spectacular, chrome thirty-eight packer
Money stacker, t-shirt cakalaka
Verbal predator, fake rap attacker

Gotti jawbreaker, roscoe the back cracker
Money makin, we smart like computer hackers
I came in this game with plans to get it maxed
And my enemies, feel the wrath of my rapture
No escapin without, instantaneous capture

Don't be upset, when me and the homies jack ya
Cause we straight jackin, if i say it's on it's crackin
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 ^!$$% 'cross the pelvis

My rhymes is dangerous, hazardous to health
I make a ^!$$% murder twenty kids and cap his own self
Who am i? the incorrigible lyrical miracle
Is horrible yet hysterical the way i'll embarass you
See me on the streets, walk by and i just stare at you

Tough talk, when there's bullets flyin through the air at you
Test your chest ^!$$%? one less ^!$$%
Me and kurupt share two gats and one vest ^!$$%
We astronomical, phenomenal, magical, mathematical
Taking your first-born as collateral!


[kurupt]
I call, i call shots round here

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