If You See Me - Kurupt

Yeah yeh what the deal dog
Where you from
BK NYC reppin' wid the DPG
Yeah what the dealy
Yo yo yo yo LAFC
Everything else cool the Wu Tang is the best
Dogg Pound's the best
Mic accurate trade darts TL
Slight tint DL quick flash
Smooth as a baby's a*s
Lyrical addicts murder mics like a savage
And MO30 bullet proof tuxedos
Transactions C notes for the kilos
'Bout our money killa bees love the honey
Puttin' a sting on warriors in the ring
Get mashed out initiation face slashed out
Block dropper drama action like I won an Oscar
Eye on me feds spy on me
It's them cops in the choppers that play the roof
Ready to snipe stay bulletproof
Ease up on the over proof
Level head the liable and leave ya for dead
Fill fulla lead
Incidents classified accidents
No evidence po po innocent crime pays
I guess it's the American ways
Far from slaves
Yet behind bars and cage
Fair exchange clicked ya bow wid ya 12 guage
It's time for me to do this s**t for all my years hurtin'
See these other n***as bustin' raps that ain't workin'
I'm jerkin' the game heavyweight pocket exchange
Touch my n***as that's broke and hope them n***as do the same
Pause squeeze ya balls wid no draws
Down for the cause and h*es takin' off they draws
Y'all n***as ain't knowin' the half
Everywhere I go feel like I'm runnin' from crash
My intention to smash fast plex on elevators
Sacked a hell a haters crime raider on the fader
I'm major now women hit me on my pager
While I'm puffin' on the bombay
The vietnam way pimpin' in a calm way
And rule one never let a b***h know where your baby mom's stay
Now if you see me creepin' thorugh SC
Just walk on by n***a just walk on by
Before you f**k up my high
Before you f**k up my high
Before you f**k up my high
If you see me in the NYC
Just walk on by n***a just walk on by
Before you f**k up my high
Before you f**k up my high
Before you f**k up my high
Got the session on lockdown
Make way for the cocked pound
Best to give it all you got now fool
For this new era new order new terror new torture
Run up and extort ya
Abort ya missions
Escort physicians to the spot you and I met rep for combat
Where the bomb at chop up on that
N***as I been there and done that
Catch a contact
By drainin' try trainin'
Holla when you've perfected ya aimin'
Ready for a taming
And catch me at the spot wid this clown gashed up
Ya found me in his wife face down mashed up
No stoppin' this I'm most poppinest
Anything to the left of monotonous
Mister Khopadopalous
Blockin' this hold ya down tech potent
Any n***a second guessin' keep his face opened
Check it out got games crackle
Clash of the titans up against the crackin'
Come to f**k you up stuck you up
N***as bust n***as lookin' like Kurupt
What the f**k you want
All at you motherf**king small fry small guy
Motherf**kin' small cat beat wid pipes poles and bats
Blast wid a small gat
Run and bust till his lungs collapse
And hit the corner pocket
But first strip his pockets
He shouldn'ta got caught in the mixture
See I'm the type of n***a to pull out the paintbrush
And the board and the paper and paint a picture
You shootin' and got shot
We shoot ya Drex Luthor
Then pull pens to report to zoopers
I'm a 6 4 rap 44 mag calicos and mass
Double bags caught cash
Wid cash on cash dub sacks new blocks
Baby S El Drex Kurupt Trigga and Short Khop
When you see me wid the DPG
Just walk on by n***a just walk on by
Before you f**k up my high
Before you f**k up my high
Before you f**k up my high
And if you see me in the ING
Just walk on by n***a just walk on by
Before you f**k up my high
Before you f**k up my high
Before you f**k up my high
Before you f**k up my high
Yo yo verbal seizures
Coming from the black Johnny Fever
You bought your heater turn like Tina when Ike beat her
We kidnapped ya girl and ain't feed her she's a heavy bleeder
At this point you realise that you ain't really need her
Cats that get it betta stand on they pivot
Life is rigid from the business and pleasure when you miss it
Oh well forget it wipe my pinkie ring when you kissed it
Couldn't keep ya distance so things was done deliberate
A G thing this cost cash is not a free thing
When we sing that's when they bring the jealousy thing
But that alerts me the low and dirty wanna hurt me
They equal to the numbers on Robert Paris jersey
Blood thirsty ten O Gs in black derbys
We throw things I got a arm like Testa Verdy
It's Drex Andretti the live lyrical compulsive
Betta contact ya physician for over dosage
You lost ya focus realise what you get
A little bit of good s**t
And alot of bulls**t
Now you wounded
So you got exactly what you earned
You gon' fool wid the Drex it's like a tax return
When I'm in the 2 F I V E
Just walk on by just walk on by
Before you f**k up my high
Before you f**k up my high
Before you f**k up my high
Before you f**k up my high
If you see me in the NYC
Just walk on by n***a just walk on by
Before you f**k up my high
Before you f**k up my high
Before you f**k up my high
Before you f**k up my high
Before you f**k up my high
F**k up my high
All I wanna say
F**K THESE n***aS MAN
Yo first of all
After all this is over
We still all go to sleep
And we still wake up in the morning
So give thanks to God
Cause he loves us
For real for real