[Produced by Terrace Martin]
[Intro: Terrace Martin]
What’s happening y’all? It’s Terrace Martin, ay, so check it out
I got three microphones, three of the dopest emcees, a drum machine, two turntables and a mixer
That’s all we need man, we’ll pass the first mic to Kurupt, yeah
[Verse 1: Kurupt]
I'm the militant military
Bald eagle, squeezer, Caesar, Ebenezer
I am the worst (what)
That's what my bitch told me after I took her purse and shook her down
Looking for a pound in that purp, bitch
I'm scandalous, I poke you like deer antlers, cancerous
Cause I ain't got no time to play
When I ask you a question, answer is the lie where you lay
Lay where you die, never wake up die where you lay
It's hard to survive nigga or the high where you stay
I'm important like the Pope, I'm the king of New York
I'm live from South Central, I'm a Muslim on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish, they feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
Everybody's addicted, turning bodies to liquid
I love your style but I hate your vibe
I don't want your wife but your bitch is mine
Murder methods of mayhem, tap or dap up the great
Arsenic rapper, sodium cacodylate
Wizardry, misery, young Merlin
She’ll love me, I make her walls fall like Berlin
You ever heard of a murderer, well you must of my nigga
I'm a mixture between Big, Snoopy and Jigga
I spit meat cleavers, I'm saucy as Picante
My wife's a diva like Beyonce but hood like Shante, motherfucker
I run amok on busters
They call me Kurupt, forget that, I fuck you up
I sizzle these motherfuckers in the inkling of a second, murder method
[Intro: Terrace Martin]
What’s happening y’all? It’s Terrace Martin, ay, so check it out
I got three microphones, three of the dopest emcees, a drum machine, two turntables and a mixer
That’s all we need man, we’ll pass the first mic to Kurupt, yeah
[Verse 1: Kurupt]
I'm the militant military
Bald eagle, squeezer, Caesar, Ebenezer
I am the worst (what)
That's what my bitch told me after I took her purse and shook her down
Looking for a pound in that purp, bitch
I'm scandalous, I poke you like deer antlers, cancerous
Cause I ain't got no time to play
When I ask you a question, answer is the lie where you lay
Lay where you die, never wake up die where you lay
It's hard to survive nigga or the high where you stay
I'm important like the Pope, I'm the king of New York
I'm live from South Central, I'm a Muslim on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish, they feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
Everybody's addicted, turning bodies to liquid
I love your style but I hate your vibe
I don't want your wife but your bitch is mine
Murder methods of mayhem, tap or dap up the great
Arsenic rapper, sodium cacodylate
Wizardry, misery, young Merlin
She’ll love me, I make her walls fall like Berlin
You ever heard of a murderer, well you must of my nigga
I'm a mixture between Big, Snoopy and Jigga
I spit meat cleavers, I'm saucy as Picante
My wife's a diva like Beyonce but hood like Shante, motherfucker
I run amok on busters
They call me Kurupt, forget that, I fuck you up
I sizzle these motherfuckers in the inkling of a second, murder method
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