Kurupt Freestyle Drunken Master (Ft. Kurupt)

[Kurupt
Drunken Master]
"Yo, I'ma do this like as if my mothafuckin' homeboy Rakim
Was standin' right in fromt of me right now- Y'knaw-I-mean?"
"Drunken Master"
"Our freestyle's like, you know
Wit' a big, fat blunt in my hand
And some beer in my other hand"

G'd up, nigga- O.G
Yeah, nigga- G'd up, nigga- O.G
Drunken Master
G'd up, nigga- O.G
Dogg Pound
Yeah, check it- Check it
Put it on

I could flip a style- Break 'em down, flip a brick a mile
Let 'em know I leave bodies in piles
Too versitile, I could even blurry the clouds
And makin' all visions blurry- Everybody worry like
'Oh, no! He's bustin'!' Then I bust in the flurries
And they don't know about me, homeboy, and observe
Get all served on the top of the curve and break 'em down
All the time, tryin' to bust a rhyme
You just a bitch by nature, snitch and I hate 'cha
Break 'em down all the time, I'm the earthquaker
Bring somethin' to the door you never saw before
Like a 44 sawed-off in my Impala
My homeboy's about to pop two in your collas
Lay these niggas down, homeboy, make 'em holla
You don't know about a gangsta, homey
Comin' through, just a pranksta, homey
Flip it up, get it right- Ignite mics
Twice as nice, cold as ice- Oh, so precise
It be Kurupt, youg Gotti- Headlinin'
Break 'em down in the potty- Can't nobody
Do it like me, homey, and I know it
Fuck wit' me, nigga, I'm the Poltergeist Poet
When it comes to styles, I got 'em by the dozens;
Just ask my momma, my fatha and my cousins
They'll tell ya the same- Know 'em by name
Run through then spit flame
Homeboys, I hit 'cha dead on your terrain
They don't wanna fuck around
They don't got enough money to challenge my campaign
These rhymes, make 'em flow like champagne
Drive 'em down all the time then never, ever remain
Substain, substanstula, Dracula
Break 'em down Blackula, tarantula
You don't know about styles, homey
I make 'em backflip, attack shit, I rap shit
Free shit, M.C.'s don't know I come through and speed shit
You know, fuckin' blaze-the-weed shit
You just a bitch, homey- You just a bitch
Bustin' a rhyme, you just a bitch!
Bitches is all I know 'cause that's all I see
When I look at your camp, claimin' that you amped
Homeboys get vamped and silent
I bring it all, homeboy, violence
They don't know about me, don't make me get violent
'cause I make you leave the whole place in silence- It's silent
Huh, yeah, yeah
Wh-what-wh-what!
Yeah, yeah