Home Invasion #2 - Kurupt, Warren G & Daz Dillinger

Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton With a militant mindset and an innocent conscience He got into some nonsense Nigga jumped in the car with a strap out Just got done mixin' dope in the trap house, black out Back out, rags out, stack house, tap out Trigger finger itchy, lookin' for opps In the city where these niggas do not Fuck around when they holdin' them Glocks Drop the top while you ride in the drop In the kitchen like we know Betty Crock' Cook the dope, take it out of the pot Rock it up then we back on the block Niggas jaw-jackin' while the cars passin' Started jackin' Dickies, that's our fashion Turn the lights off when in lost fashion Niggas in the field, playin' all Madden Assassin, we back-to-back in Impalas and Cadillac Escalate us, matte black with cactus sticks Hangin' out the back of it Niggas don't know the half of it We come through like we cappin' shit Ski maskin' shit, click-clack and shit All in your mail, open packages On this Compton shit, demonish it Chronic kicks with confidence, ominous Obviously, probably be high as fuck And that's why we trippin', I'ma mind this shit Running over prominent neighborhoods just to bring our mama shit Dominant niggas shit, they gon' wish they Left us on the biggest continent Hood politics, the drama gets sticky Hollow tips, I'm lettin' off fifty Out of it 'cause I'm ridin' round tipsy Promise this is payback for Nipsey Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton Through a rag in his pocket and start callin' it Bompton He was nickel and dimin', it was the sign of the times when Nigga had to take a deep breath I tried walkin' straight past him, I see T-Flats and they askin' I got on my kakis, my rag is hangin' out the back under my backpack And all my homies in a casket That's why I'm standin' in the Gap with this ratchet Tryna get to Tams after that walk, all the way to Athens So what the fuck is up? My knuckles up My daddy always told me that I had to toughen up I got my hat backwards and the strap back in I ain't had a thought if they was buckled up I've been outside since I was jumped in In my hood, they call that Double Dutch This Cedar Block where heaters pop And we catch fades, come get this uppercut Back home with the lights off and the roaches Can't write shit, can't rap, can't focus Got blunt burns in my grandma sofa I'm hopin' I don't end up hopeless Used to play ball, dribble the rock and fuck roaches Stack bread whether or not it got molded IRS circle the block, it's not over Ain't lettin' niggas get shot without motives All dead niggas' blocks we drive over Never look back or stop for y'all vultures Drive straight over the top of y'all Focus Ready or not, we 'bout to take over We soldiers, hold 'em, not fold 'em, boulders is rollin' like Otis Tempted to take the controller out your hand, fuck my composure Windows get rolled down, we smokin', enemies, opps and whoever Outside, no matter the weather, handguns is light as a feather Fly off the handle, you die, no, we ain't waitin' to ride We cop your slice of the pie and tell 'em they spacin' the sky Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Bompton With a flow like a monster who was movin' that contraband Damn, y'all niggas is sick You bet' not hold your breath in this bitch Pressin' the issue, new vet, I'ma show you what the shit do New TEC and it's military issue, see blood so it definitely hit you Ayy, Blood, what they do with all the tissue? Pass around at the funeral, it's unusual To see his opps standin' in the background, laugh now No pat downs, I'm in here with the strap now Blatt, blatt, blatt, brratt, it's a wrap, niggas ain't comin' back It's a wrap, you can tell 'em, I said it Nigga been dead and we still ain't dead it And the whole block live, ten Glock .9s Everybody on they lives, nigga My team vs. your team They don't want a sofa, tell 'em take a dive, nigga Black lives matter, don't they? But niggas kill niggas, won't they? Pull up on the corner, leave you laid out Next to the lady sellin' alote It's "Gang gang" 'til it's time to roleplay He was ballin' at a nigga, OJ We in and out and we ain't have to crochet I'm a small criminal, Annie, are you okay? I was robbin' niggas, I was jackin' for beats I was baldhead when my khakis creased Jumpin' over fences, what the athletes feed? I was onto Compton, I was packin' heat Never met D-Wade yet, never hit the 101 Freeway yet In the game but ain't say EA yet, Outkast ain't made 3K yet I was in your house, like-

Young Nigga World is a masterpiece Thirty-five racks on the living room Floor, we just came up on a home invasion Whole lot of money on money for real 'Cause all of my niggas cash motivated We gotta get to this money bro, we gotta get to the bag for real Don't you give up on me baby, don't you give up on me baby girl Feel like this shit in my destiny, I need your lovin' so desperately Young Nigga World is the place to Be, we got it straight out of poverty Fuck politics and democracy, we go as far as the eye can see Fuck politics and democracy, 'cause Young Nigga World is a dynasty This is not a fantasy, I want the whole entire world to see Just look take a look at my legacy, Young Nigga World is a masterpiece Fuck you, ain't doin' no favor, huh Fuck you, ain't doin' no favor Fuck you, ain't doin' no favor, huh Fuck you, ain't doin' no favor, huh Fuck a nigga, fuck a favor, huh My youngin still pullin' a caper We just tryna get to this paper I got jammed up, no three-eighty Said I'm jammed up, no three-eighty, huh She wanna fuck on Melly baby I was posted in the cut with a Beretta Now the thirty clip longer than your bitch love letter And I ain't never wifed no thot over nothin' 'Cause my mama raised me to fuckin' know better Just look around lil baby Just look around, girl it is just us Fuck it, I'm rollin' the dice Heard your love got a price and I'm willing to purchase your love This is not a fantasy, but when I'm with you it's a fantasy I want the whole entire world to see, baby girl you are my destiny Fuck all that hate, put that shit in the past They say I love, one day see me last Ridin' the coupe and I hope I don't crash I want that money, I want it fast Fuck politics and democracy, 'Cause I got some niggas who ridin' for me I also got bitches who lyin' to me So I just love 'em all distantly And when I go, ain't no cryin' for me Bitch you better go slang that iron for me Load up them choppers and call up your killers And you better go slang that iron for me Fuck all that hate, put that shit in the past They say I love, one day see me last Ridin' the coupe and I hope I don't crash I want that money, I want it fast This for them bitches who lied to me This for them bitches who died to me Mama I made it, finally graduated Man VV, I know you'd be proud of me Yeah, Young Nigga World Young Nigga Ways, Young Nigga Way Yeah, yeah Young Nigga World, Young Nigga Way Them ways, them ways, them ways, them ways Them ways, them ways, I never change on you Thirty-five racks on the living room Floor, we just came up on a home invasion Whole lot of money on money for real 'Cause all of my niggas cash motivated We gotta get to this money bro, we gotta get to the cash for real Don't you give up on me baby, don't you give up on me baby girl Feel like this shit in my destiny, I need your lovin' so desperately Young Nigga World is the place to Be, we got it straight out of poverty Fuck politics and democracy, we go as far as the eye can see Fuck politics and democracy, 'cause Young Nigga World is a dynasty Oh, them ways, them ways Them ways, I got Young Nigga Ways Them ways, them ways Uh, I never change on you

Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz Nickels and pennies, and pounds of hash Double up the dough, double my money Let it 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 infiltry 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 ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers 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 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 ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers 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 (noooo) 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 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 ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers

(Daz) It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop, can't quit, 'cause we on da grind (Daz) (Kurupt) Yo! (Gangstafied back on the block) Straight up D-A-Z, K-U-R-U-P-T Doin' it like usual, you know what I'm sayin'? You can't stop You can't rewind the time You can't think about the past So look forward to life And keep on the missionin' on the grind fo' yours (Hook - 2x: Daz) We can't stop, can't rewind the time Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes On everything homeboy that I'm down for mine Until we get we it be out here on de grind (Daz) I wake up with the birds, early as fuck Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks Lil' bitches around the way they know what's up They wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a nigga weed up It aint shit to flip a double up And I love when I'm comin' up I got thangs for these suckas when they runnin' up Tellin' all yall fools yall aint one of us... nigga (Kurupt) (Daz) Get a glimpse of a fact - plus that, Blaze Move into the hood with all the O.G's That help me get paid homie, we a unit Doin it how a gangsta do it Run through it And stampede the block like bitch Your on the wrong side to be servin your shit (yeah) Jack nigga, Daz and Kurupt the Kingpin Back on the smash with heaters to reclaim the ass (Hook - 2x) (Kurupt) (Daz) Yeah nigga, half a day gone by Ganstafied, givin' it just livin' my life It's hard to survive Without grabbin' my 9, and pump 5-50-5 45, Milli Mack eleven Gunshots non stop to funk pop Then pop baby glocks (Homie you ridin or not?) Me and the homies are the first to bust And y'all cowards dyin' tryna be like us Gangsta (Daz) (Kurupt) With three mouths to feed, it's the life I lead I guess I'd die in the life of greed Mothafuckas 'round here die to bleed For set, joints nigga or half a key I remember when I came up Niggas ranged up, some Crip'd up Some niggas flamed up Crossed your name out, stragg'd my name up (Quick to thow the gang up) What up?! (Yeah!) I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap Like that, White and Black, Mexican and Jap Homeboy do anything fo' a scrap (Kurupt) Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa DPGC fuck y'all niggas Deep inside we feel like fuck y'all hood Hell nah bitch nigga it ain't all to the good (Hook - 3x) (Kurupt - Over the 3rd Hook) Yeah that's what's wrong with y'all niggas Yeah homie, you gotta get ya hustle on Don't let these bitch niggas move you of the block The gangstas is here fo'eva, Yeah, huh, huh, yeah Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt the Kingpin Daz Dillinger, Kurupt Young Gotti Huh, '99 millenium 2000 Like fuck a bitch! Put it on the catalogs homie Classics