You Fuckin With the Best - Kurupt

Yeah!

These niggers acting like bitches again

Rack the niggers up!

Hey nigga!

Get your ass in here, nigga!

It’s a rack up

homie!

Yeah, Kurupt Young Gotti, check this shit out:

Proud to be among you all here today!

Domination, banger, what’s cracking?

The streets

Yeah, real vicious!

Gotti’s Adolph Hitler, Gotti’s Ben Laden, Neal Paul, Vinnie,

Stallone!

I never told these bitch ass niggers before

Too close gets too shooting off the stage and show

Shooting off the roof of the club, dumping of the back of a

Shooting through your curtains at home!

Hollow, levitating everything that you posses or you own!

Nigga!

I’m more than Kurupt, Young Gotti

I’m the next California governor, you better ask somebody!

I’ve got a history of body and bodies!

Gotti and Domination came through to start quaking sections

On the sides of mountains, and make streams turn to oceans and waterfalls and

fountains

Listen, I’m calling out names, airborne malaria, I’m in this bitch!

I’ma show the whole team, are you in this bitch?

West Coast:

You fucking with the best

With the best, nigga!

You run New York, I run the motherfucking West, nigga!

Get your cash on, get your blast on

We’re the reason your career doesn’t last long!

I came in this motherfucker with a mask on

So lay your ass on the floor, or get blast on!

You fucking with the best

With the best, nigga!

You run New York, I run the motherfucking West, nigga!

I’m from a different world, like the Wang-Wang

Where niggers shoot gang-bangers, sling k and roll dice on the train

In the West we ride trucks in the East’s Air forces

Both, guns smoking niggers

So be cautious!

These streets corrupted the kid

A lot of murderers is from were I live!

A lot of

These rap dudes act hard until we get on some other shit!

Our gang is vicious, real militant-minded gangsters

Young killers in the middle of violence

Keep back, you know how niggers in the East act

My West Coast niggers

Domination of course

Banging had got them balls, fuck you party, so we’re starting a war!

Shotties popping, bodies dropping, until the black the shit off

Police tape, bloodstains, white chalk on the floor!

East Side:

Pull that nigga out that hoodie he’s wearing

And put him back to that hoodie you’re wearing

And see if he’s gangster, if he’s not

He’s a victim of the block

Get down, get shot

Quit rapping like Pac

Shoot him up, bang-bang and gang-bang terrorists

toss niggers off the terrorists

I came in this motherfucker with a mask on

So lay your ass on the floor, or get blast on!

I’m this city’s nightmare, better watch where your eyes steer

My goons will lay you down right here

You fake shooters couldn’t move us off the block

How do six niggers dump and nobody gets shot?

How does one get close and then roll his Glock

Start pumping them boys up till he’s certain they’re not

Before they move, tell them suckers, get their aim up

How do you miss from two feet?

Pussy, step your game up!