Kurupt - Die/Dumpin (OG) lyrics

[Intro] Like this Blastin', dumpin' b**h [Verse 1: Gonzoe] I got my pistol co*ked and my knife 'Bout to slice this n***a windpipe Throwin' tops, swervin' me on the dice n***a thought he was nice with the slickness But the n***a I am, sham, just swift with the quickness (Mark a** b**h) Respect the game, the lame n***as die slow Hustlers fly straight like Frank feared Scarface From the Glock, the lead waste Diggin' out your chest plate up straight Trimmin' you from your winge and hit the gate, I'm not waitin' Thinking between and runnin' on my escape Hop on the 2-10 and wait for you to retaliate The terrorist doin' on n***as who we {​Glock co*ked}​ Glock never miss, through your grill here goes my fist When I slit yo' wrist With the the styles of ruckus south central Los scandalous anybody get buckets uh (West side) I'm doin' n***as in the rap tussle Rip out your backbone slow, you go to pieces like a puzzle I'm hand on muzzles to you whack MC's Black fitted cap to the back with the Gap jeans to my knees n***as under siege, like Seagal they fall To my tactics chin checkin' in charge like chart, I want it all The loot, the chronic, plus the dips First n***a that flinches catch a bullet from my hip In a rage, serving gauge with my Glock to your grill Let the dump-dumps loose, now your brains is on the ceiling n***a [Verse 2: 2Pac] Murderous mindstate Can't keep my nine straight Sippin' on this hennessey Waitin' for the time to break Show up and mothaf**as bow down, recognize West Side, d**h Row, outlaw riders Untouchable mob of pistol packers Well known felons labeled for drug sellin' merciless jackers Forever buzzed Roll with thugs and dawgs Commence to lettin' off rounds Then escape in the fog Who wanna see me solo? Catch Makaveli while he's sleepin' My mini-14 murderin' n***as while they creepin', Uhhh! Duck or you a** out! Drink 'til you pa** out! (what) Ain't scared to die Drunk drivin' in my Gla**house n***as is under me They b**hes come to me They heard the stories n***a Now they wanna really see Bomb first, my motto, is fully guaranteed n***as is playahatas Label them my enemies then dumpin' [Refrain 1: 2Pac] Look out young n***a! Cause it's time to dump I'm versatile ,mothaf**as What type of rhyme we want? n***as got me in they sight Now I'm runnin' for my life Tell me! What's that, West Side like? West side! [Verse 3: Kurupt] I'm all about the paper chase cause the paper makes life so great Plus, haste makes waste And I gots the whole spot lock down, concoct styles Catch me rollin' all the f** around with the top down (n***a, what?) Realest with the microphone Most murder masher verbal disaster Creator, 38 stasher In the inner zone where the hellraiser roam There is not place like home, TEC-9s and chromes Got the heater sequence for the heat to the disperse Just in case worse come worst, I dumps first So pump curt curse, it's the curse of the pump pump The one to dump last is the first to get slumped It's the mental temptation, mental a**a**ination My heart skips a beat for the heat sensation I'm d**h-defying, b**hes lyin' sayin' I ain't cute Now she wants an autograph (Hey, give me an autograph) b**h, I ain't Snoop (What?) [Verse 4: Scarlo] One bone b**h ready to go for broke Hittin' up your marks with my motherf**in' 4 I'm comin' up about the Hills so feel I'm ready for the static And n***as on my team is the full flesh automatic Planting all you hoes in your motherf**in' place A b**h named Scarlo is steppin' up in your face I'm dustin' off you chumps with the .44 slugs And livin' from the lichter bro I'm ready to pull your plug So, n***a, you wanna jump? You gotta jump little higher Scarlo, n***a, the miss messiah So b**h you better get a grip on gangs You f**in' with the hillside, mentally insane Point of no return and now my life is on the edge Believin' in my misery I f**ed her in the yeah Giuseppe called me up and told me so I gotta do a mission on my a** I gotta go Cause you can run, hide (Hide) But I'm gonna getcha when tryna escape You know my gat won't letcha run, hide But I'm gonna getcha when tryna escape You know my gat won't letcha West side for life Biaaaaaatch! [Refrain 2: 2Pac] I'm dumpin' Empty my gun It's time to run Cause here come the cops I'll be duckin' 'em for blocks n***a I'm dumpin' Empty my clip Forever bustin' East Coast n***a rushin' Mothaf**a, I'll be dumpin' [Verse 5: Nutt-So] k**er! Loaded them things, n***a, it's time to dump Sneakin' on n***as that be sleepin' when they a** in the trunk You slipped, then got crept on, now it's ride time To the hills where n***as k** and peel your sh** on skyline It's die time, and can't any n***as save g So kneel to your f**in' knees and feel this 45 fade you Aimin' for heads, pumpin' lead till I bury you n***as be duckin' but I swingin' low like chariot No love, pumpin' slugs like I'm servin' dogs Buck buck, now tell your dead homies I said, "What's up?" Lullaby, rock-a-bye, n***a die And rest in piece, eternal pain from this fire My 45 smoked and broke ya And nothin' hurt like a dick with his liquid, in his eyes wide open Gats smokin' no jokin', Bullets to me Deleted soul from his core, as he lay, as I was dumpin'