(feat. Kurupt, SKG)

[Daz]

That I exposed, my hundred seventy-five flows
The inkling of a sect, suspect me
This $$#emblies and less than two verses

I'm able to disengage mics
And chew MCs up like Mike & Ikes
When I recite they like two flips

I sink MCs like ships
With my nocturnal vibes, mandatory eclipse
There's no comparison, I embarrassment

Cause microphone harassment
Here's where the fear and terror spin
I'm hit brick, decipher these look-a-like MCs

Claimin' they rock mics like nights for days
So I'm able to have more to perform
I explode on the mic like C-4

I eliminate ya fool microphones
These limited the amount of opponents
Step on the microphone I show em'

Over and over, these weird situations
Enter in the gladiation, now they facin'


[Chorus]
Last night I had a dream and it just made me realize
That folks don't give a damn about me (They don't care)

So many haters on the scene, can't stand to see me on the rise
But I'm gon' still remain the same, you best believe
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that's gangsta)

We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now you know that's gangsta)
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that's gangsta)
We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Get cho' $$# on the floor)


[SKG]
If I wanna $#&@ a homie I would, ya best believe that

Wanna call me reg, show ya girl where the cheese at
^!$$%s roll and %#@!, hatin' on a young (*##$
Cause flow I cop or the spots I rock

I'm still classy, playa like me I keeps it jazzy
Still keep it gangsta whether not I'm gettin' sassy
Got a beeper, fly out and release my profile

Or my click bust eighty for all you busters actin' shady
Fake $$# ballers wanna-be shot callers
Think y'all holdin' clout, ^!$$%s runnin' they mouth

It's still Death Row mackin' when gangs start crackin'
Askin' all you cats in this game yo what's happenin'
Hoes talk about they @@#!in' back, bustin' guns

Knowin' damn well heat is on deck, you cowards run
Hated by many, yo we loved by few
You ain't gotta like us homie but respect what we do

I'll buck y'all ^!$$%s then bust y'all ^!$$%s
Set chu' ^!$$%s up then wet chu' ^!$$%s up
Seen a jazzy hoe steppin' out with the gators

Hold up haters I'm executin' all the fakers
Lettin' all you cats know I just wanna $#&@ you
Back to ya wifey, it's her job to love you

I'm lookin' for my baby daddy, what's he got
He old enough to###, he old enough to get $#&@ed
Yeah, SKG Death Row mackin' the new (*##$ in town

That's how I get down

[Chorus]


[Kurupt]
If I had a million dollars then I'd be rich

If ya ho was on deck then I $#&@ yo (*##$
It's Gotti in the cut with the Don Corleone
And Dillinger with the hollow tip chromes

Catch ya and travel, leave ya flabbergasted
Stalkin' y'all walkin' caskets
Hit the spot where the smokers hold

Low and behold, the tightest composition composed
Can ya catch it, I threw my thoughts like a quarterback
So when they ain't around, I angle murder and slaughter act

React, actions speak louder than words
But ain't nothin' more important than vision
I've seen optical collisions corrupted
I'm spontaneous when I combusted melon
Can't escape a lyrical felon

Excellin' in the out, like it's in from smokin' the bong
Koran Don, set to explore like napalm
Cataclysmic, with a habit to form collisions
Various visions, intellect sharp enough to injure
Like incisions with the deadliest intentions

To grab the heat and bust ^!$$%s into different dimensions
I had thoughts, had thoughs of electricity
Murdered by millions of volts
I got a forty cal cold
I'm all about business

Life ain't what it seems in two seconds
I peeped the red beam, I tried to dodge
Grabbed the chrome plate, I dumped once
But I was two seconds late cause the size I was
Was the first mistake

My moms came and shook me I didn't awake
Cause in my position that's the chance ya take
In the dream, in the world with no way to escape

[Chorus]