On, Onsite (feat. Lil' 1/2 Dead) - Kurupt, Warren G & Daz Dillinger

(Mr. Lil One) Jack 'The Ripper', strippin mothaf**kas for their egos Peace to all the bald heads, mobbn in their regals Need no mothaf**ka to be tellin me I'm sick! I feel it everyday with every f**kin word I say I paid my respects to the dead that be cursed Oh what you disagree, it's murder in the first It's hurts to be livin, though I give it all I got Wanna see me shot, but I guess they never thought I'ma a genious, we don't get along Everytime we bump, when we dumpin on a song Feenin for my shit, my wisdom in my word Lil's new shit is the bomb, ya heard Heard about the heat, I've been bringin to the beat I bet that you've been hatin, wishin it never hit the street Eat a dick, lick nuts, suck balls and take that It's wicked ol' Lil, I bet you hate that (Chorus: Mr. Lil One) Mothaf**kas talk shit and they always wanna creep Remember mothaf**ka you be talkin in your sleep It's Mr. Lil One and I brought my homie Young Stop, to the death leavin mothaf**kas dead (2x) (Youngstah) Now I'm creepin through a war zone, in every single block I'm hearin gun shots and it's all a murder plot They're tryin to take me for my life, this Sicko can't be nothin Nice I got my finger on the trigger, ain't no time for thinkin twice Now I'm dumpin out the clip and yo I'm aimin for the dome And I'm ready to make the cemetry your home You can bring who you want, but you're f**kin wit the baddest It's the Lil and the Youngstah, leave em R.I.P. status We be steppin and collectin all them bodies talkin shit Now it's time to lead aggression with a f**kin Smith and Wesson When I'm f**kin wit the sickest it's a deadly combination 2 trigger happy gangstas with no clue or hesitation I'ma do my evil dirt and I'ma put in on my work All the way to the death from the mothaf**kin birth I'ma snatch your f**kin life and I'ma show you what it's worth A 6 foot hole in a pile of dirt (Chorus)

(1209, please) Yeah Got hood baby with me, yeah Real hood baby, yeah (30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga) Woo, hey, hey Know I'ma be out the struggle in a minute 'Cause all I do is handle business In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh Then I make my way to Lenox Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it 'Cause these niggas tryna come and take somethin' Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent, but I ain't tryna comment on it And these niggas dead doc, and they having bad rhythm And these niggas sore losers, I don't want a trophy with 'em I'll never understand y'all rappers, all y'all do is copy niggas Y'all niggas real hoes, I don't want no bodies with you Them bricks in the mitres, them birds in the attic Don't fuck with no pigs, no mice, and no rabbits I fucked my old lady, got time for no capping And most of you rappers, y'all fuck on the baddies My top isn't red, drink pink in the bed, and All of my shooters, they action, no Jake's My ho, she cheatin' on me but I can care less 'Cause I'm cheatin' all out in Cali' My ho out in Cali', her hair match the palettes I'm chillin' with her friends, I'm living real Slatty These niggas big jokes, he say you want smoke We treat it like pinstripes, we go laser-taggin' I hopped in the Rolls, the curtain was closed It filled with some loads, get trapped by some cadies No, matter fact, I hopped in that Rolls Royce spider We put on big diamonds in traffic, just all I'm sayin' is Know I'ma be out the struggle in a minute 'Cause all I do is handle business In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh Then I make my way to Lenox Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it 'Cause these niggas tryna come and take somethin' Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent, but I ain't tryna comment on it And these niggas dead doc, and they having bad rhythm And these niggas sore losers, I don't want a trophy with 'em I'll never understand y'all rappers, all y'all do is copy niggas Y'all niggas real hoes, I don't want no bodies with you Too slimy, we play with your mental Everybody eat but a rat miss a dinner They didn't want smoke, boy, we made 'em surrender Slept on the jet, me and turnin' that Bentley Pop one for the streets 'cause I really came from nothin' With 24, he heavy, that Slime, I be deadly Equipped with them blickys, young trap boys, we ready Equipped with this money and came with the dead Off a perc' and an Adderall, I feel meditated Straight out the hood, they killin' and beggin' Thousand betters, thousand, tell 'em to bet it Track Hawk, no HEMI, I really be gettin' it Ain't got no big teeth, I spent racks at my dentist I still eat at Denny's, this drip, we got plenty We dressin' like Virgil, come get dripped in 'Venchy That bitch ain't expensive Know I'ma be out the struggle in a minute (you the ones trippin', that ho for the gang) 'Cause all I do is handle business (don't let that bitch trick you) In the drop-top, getting top in it, ooh Then I make my way to Lenox Copped the new plates and put some cameras on it 'Cause these niggas tryna come and take somethin' Been knew the pussy nigga was my opponent, but I ain't tryna comment on it And these niggas dead doc, and they having bad rhythm And these niggas sore losers, I don't want a trophy with 'em I'll never understand y'all rappers, all y'all do is copy niggas Y'all niggas real hoes, I don't want no bodies with you (1209, please) (30, you a motherfucking fool, nigga)

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