Me In Your World

Lyrics

[Intro: Kurupt & (Daz)] Yeah, give it up! Dogg Pound Gangstaz — Kurupt and Daz We all about nothin' but bitches, money and cash You talk shit, we just might blast (Dat Nigga Daz back in yo' ass once more) (Fuckin' it up like you know...) Always talkin' shit, well, here we have Another situation, where we gotta mash These niggas know nigga where we at [Verse 1: Daz] If I did it.. then I done it.. then a battle just started And I'm gunnin' for niggas who ain't down who I ride fo' Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Dogg Pound, Death Row Here we go, Blood or Crip, it don't matter I blast and outcast those who separate me from my goals Without a doubt, kill 'em and turn 'em out Notice the way that I shake, rattle and roll And like your mama cryin', enthusiastic as two 9s Kaboom! We mash to the extreme as a team Scope you out and cut you down like a guillotine I hung a string of MC's who thought foolishness Schoolin' this whole rap game, we rulin' this We doin' this, pursuin' this major Stackin' major paper, with my Dogg street behavior I caved ya chest in, bruised ya ribs with a blow of skills Like Tyson, knockin' your ass out like Bruno You know I bring death towards your whole fuckin' camp Get in your skin, kill anything that lives Sho'nuff, I never thought that your ass could come rough Call your bluff, comin' with skills to smash your stuff You know it's hardcore, you know it's raw You know it's hardcore, I'll break your jaw Too many times, with rhymes I combine and blow minds With the ways I design too many fuckin' times [Verse 2: Kurupt] Hey Daz, the author of authentics (That's me) When I was young, I played games with skirt Hide and go get it 'til I was laced in a clinic (Ah-ha) Learned quick to always keep a leash and hat on my dick (Slow down) I know you're trippin' off me and what play I threw But I ain't trippin' off you and what you say I do It's time for war, man, they all runnin' again Empty clip, reload, start gunnin' again I remember, "Kurupt, you'll never get that far" No matter who you are, I found you can shine like stars I used patience and the planet in my sight To the corner of deuce-five where it's lot like life I'm put in a position where I thinks And I'm 'bout to beat MC's purple, blue and pink Take what's yours (Yours) Break down your doors (Doors) Hardcore radical, rough and raw When you come talkin' what you talk (Talk) It's me, I'm 'bout stalk and I rock it from L.A. to New York On to the city of Phil' where all my niggas at, keepin' it real All we in sharin' here to the South to the East to the North Kurupt grabbin' it, about to rip it off I rocks the West, so tell me who rocks the best? I rocks the spot without Glocks and homicidal shots I leave the scene like a quake 'cause I leave 'em shakin' They all shake, tryin' to take the money that I make You'll never get past three rounds Three rhymes, three MC's in three towns I came to put it down And lay all three of these motherfuckers down on the ground now [Chorus: Daz & (Kurupt)] (You know, it's me in your world, Daz) It's about the bitches (Nah, it's about the cash) Move quick (Move fast) The real again (Leave a motherfucker stranded like Gilligan) Kill and I kill again! I got money on my mind (Posted at the Palms) Sittin' in my room with a pad (Writin' rhymes) (Dimes on the nickels) Nickels on the dimes (To quarters) Thousands (To million dollar bonds) (You know, it's me in your world, Daz) It's about the bitches (Nah, it's about the cash) Move quick (Move fast) The real again (Leave a motherfucker stranded like Gilligan) Kill and I kill again! I got money on my mind Sittin' in my room with a pad (Writin' rhymes) (Dimes on the nickels) Nickels on the dimes (To quarters) Thousands (To million dollar bonds) [Verse 3: The Lady of Rage] Miss Afro Puff, step up on the cut It's like ten-hut when I struts my big bad stuff Now, believe it or not, I rip the alien MC's like Ripley's Sip tea 'cause I'm ice Nothin' nice on you mutts or you mice Beware of the bark and beware of the bite Spark off on the mic, champion MC Hittin' harder than Jack Dempsey on sensi So, if you step into my ring I'll be on that wack ass before the bell goes ding So, roll with the punches I crunch MC's like crunches, sit-ups, I, I got shit lit up As we speak, niggas sweatin' my technique They can't compete, I'm too sweet In fact, I'm magnifique That got a sensual appetite for eatin' rappers outta sheer delight Fear no mic or no man — look ma, no hands, damn! Look at these wannabes They get broke down to their hands and knees With speed, with ease, I can make 'em all freeze I'm strictly about them skills on the realer Strictly 'bout this motherfuckin' MC cold killer Who, speaks with expertise, and any heifer want beef I'll be that A-1 sauce, on your lips like gloss I eat suckers as my entrée, Rage got the bombay I gets total wreck and I ain't playin' with a full deck It's just this Ace in your face, kicks from Earth to outer space Give me space, room to breathe Roll up my sleeves, it's a breeze I'm blowin' up the spot like infrared dots on your knot Your noggin, lyrical murderer or Rockin' Robin I'll be dishin' out that pudding while you suckers pussyfootin' Be actin', but I ain't got time for theatrics My grooves be crushin' Shitty MC's I be flushin' down the commode as I explode Cock back and reload Ride the beat until they say "Whoa!" And they tell me, "Mama, don't hurt me no more" I'm strictly 'bout them skills on the real'a Strictly 'bout this motherfuckin' MC cold killer And that's it