Kurupt - Trylogy Lyrics
[kurupt]Rainstorm the back of the bank, bustin loose like muggsyTyphoons, kurupt calhounWith a platoon of backwards ass buffoonsReady to shoot anything that movesLoad to tunes from the blue lagoonMask on, khakis, ounced on house shoesSo ima start it off skitzin on the first niggaSaul hit the stack, heard me, hear me?Heard that, word dont pass the front doBefore you gotta show em your heart and soul and desert eagle foExplode then watch em fold, the other niggaz frozeHe knew better, mask in an all blue sweaterTwo pumps ready for a riotFull baretta, six hostages with a loss of oxygenWet as a river, sixteen bricks to flipAfter I flip these ***** niggaz for they shitI been down with the twist since eighty-sixHyperactive with a automatic, snappin reactionIm sick of waitin, a thirty-eight, Im jackin for daytonsKick the door in for sure, double fours ramminHollow bandit, ready to knock him off if he standinPosition the cannons, telegraph the whole parameterParalyze anything that walks through perimeterCervical veins lacerated lost to missilesInterrogated and I paraded posted with pistolsTime for war this is when the hearts exposedChange up the game, *****in and sparks explodeIm a marksman, touch of death, ten steps to drawAnd thats all, end to anything beforeIn a world war, off like a concorde jetBut fool, d.p.g.s the setIn a world war, this is when the hearts exposedChange up the game, *****, sparks explodeManic-depressive panic and then start skitzinNot givin a ***** while all yall *****inDis is for all my gs, my ho-miesFlippin birds and servin kisIm with king t and tha liks, alkahol-ed it upLike *****, get the ***** off my dick!I got pistols, pills, acid, bomb, crankCrystallized coke and limes, I dont give a *****!
