Tha Row Hitters - I'm Back lyrics

[Intro - Kurupt] One timers are ignored and s**ers are banged on (b**h!) Busters get popped in they mouth for nothing (b**h!) Yeah, it's Kurupt Young Gotti, Against the Grain. Holocaust 92's started! And y'all b**h a** n***as gotta beat it. Just to let y'all know n***a... I'm Back! Keepin' it real gangsta'd up... and b**hes get banged on too... b**h [Chorus X3 - Kurupt] I'm Back! Where ya at? Back home Where ya headed? To the hood What you up to? No good, motherf**er! [Verse 1 - Kurupt] Llac's ain't never scraped like it Hopped up jumped and ran away like it Wrapped up in rope and yellow tape like it Never was collected, never was respected Never was ejected, just up and left it Socked n***as decrepit, n***a I'm Back! Mini 14's selected n***a, I'm Back! Select your selections n***a, I'm Back! Mark up the sections n***a, I'm Back! Napalm and auto, hell in Acapulco f** international, I'm d**h Row loco With a trigger man and a d**h Row logo again And all permits are pa**ed to go loco again I can spritz, I can skitz and I spits like vipers Gotti's a sniper, n***a I spits like gatlings With a new Commander-in-Chief that appointed me Captain [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Kurupt] A walking semi-auto, Ricardo the Great Going bananas, bonkers as baboons and apes I love the homies; just tell me whether the homies love me? Positioning myself to a higher degree Remember me? Calico Jerome, motherf**er Teflon took the tone, motherf**er C'mon lift your face, chest up, and your chin Hold it steady, tell the homies, hold up Don't slap them cos I'ma be the first one to throw bombs at em And I'ma be the first one to throw a chrome in em And I'ma be the first one to thunderdome with em n***a, this is Kurupt Young Gotti in case you don't know me This ain't for the homies this is for my enemies only! [Chorus X3] [Interlude - Kurupt adlibs] [Verse 3] I'm in Vegas with Vegas, motherf**er Gangstaz smashing through Vegas motherf**ers Let me show you something that you never seen before Gangsta'd up on the eastcoast with chucks on the floor, motherf**er Yeah motherf**er, shut the f** up let's go heads motherf**er Oh you think the sh** here is a game Like the fire and torch when I spit the flame Like the angle you're at ain't really your aim Like when you see the mist this definitely ain't your aim Like, I'm really sposed to interact with lames? Young Gotti Against the Grain, motherf**er [Chorus X3] [Outro - Kurupt] And all you b**hes, eat a dick. See me on the streets, ya dig? (Young Gotti'll tell 'em) You hoes, you hoes, you b**hes... It's Kurupt! Young Gotti, motherf**ers, Young Gotti And y'all know who I'm talking to, I'ma see y'all... I'ma see y'all at the next awards show, punks!