Kurupt Freestyle lyrics

f/ 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



"Check it out"

"Let me take a toke"

"Yeah, yeah, let`s blaze this weed,

you-know-what-I`m-sayin`? Drunken Master and Kurupt!"



[Drunken Master]

Pop the champagne, blaze the weed

Professional Chedda Chasers got what `chu need

Ya don`t stop, uh,

ya don`t quit

Pop the champagne, blaze the weed

Professional Chedda Chasers got what `chu need

Ya don`t stop...



[Instrumental switches to "It Ain`t My Fault"`s instrumental]



[Kurupt]

"For my niggas down in the South, Atlanta

Check it out"



I heard you had somethin` that I want

I heard you was in the back, I was in the front

So what I`m gonna do besides switch up

and get `em in the side- See `em, make `em bitch up

Punk, you don`t know me, nigga

I heard you talkin` before, know you walkin` for

the side like you `bout to escape but I`m `bout to make

sure this whole place is draped in yellow tape, homey

And I want the money first- Get `em right,

disperse one rhyme, hit `em wit` one verse, nigga

Neva, eva would you say it again

or I`ma come through one time and spray it again, mothafucka

This party is mines, rhyme for rhyme,

line for line, genuine dime

Break `em down like Napalm exploadin`

On they block on the drop of a dime, I`ma come through and rock

I serve `em like rocks non-stop

Shake the whole spot, they lookin` at me like `What I got?`

Nigga, I`m lookin` at you like `Nigga, what you got?`

Claimin` that you gon` come through and bust it like Tupac

Homey, that`s my nigga- That`s my homey

You don`t know nothin` about it- Nigga, I doubt it

If you ain`t him, then you just a wanna be

Somethin` like, you-can-grab-it like, tryin`-to-be like,

see like, crip like- Nigga, come through, twist like

you from Twin like you ain`t, punk

When it comes to rhymes, I can do what I want

Break these niggas down quick from the back to the front

Pull out my pistol- I let it whistle like whistlin`

Homey, then if you `bout to do it then start pistolin`

If not, nigga, shut the fuck up then

or I`ma come through, nigga, start bustin`!

I got D-A-Z, I got the S-S-

S-N-double O-P, I got the D-

D-P-G to the C-

C. Nigga, you don`t understand

what a real is, nigga. Punk. ("Punk, punk...")



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