Me In Your World

Yeah, give it up, Dogg Pound Gangstaz, Kurupt and Daz

We all about nothin' but bitches, money and cash

You talk shit we just might blast

(Dat nigga Daz back in yo' ass once more)

(Fuckin' it up like you know...)

Always talkin' shit, well, here we have

Another situation, where we gotta mash

These niggas know nigga where we at

If I did it then I done it then a battle just started

And I'm gunnin' for niggas who ain't down who I ride for

Dat nigga Daz, Kurupt, Dogg Pound, Death Row

Here we go, Blood or Crip, it don't matter

I blast and outcast those who separate me from my goals

Without a doubt, kill 'em and turn 'em out

Notice the way that I shake, rattle and roll

And like your mamma cryin', enthusiastic as two nines

Kaboom, we mash to the extreme as a team

Scope you out and cut you down like a guillotine

I hung a string of MC's who thought foolishness

Schoolin' this whole rap game, we rulin' this

We doin' this, pursuin' this major

Stackin' major paper, with my Dogg street behavior

I caved ya chest in, bruised ya ribs with a blow of skills

Like Tyson, knockin' your ass out like Bruno

You know I bring death towards your whole fuckin' camp (camp)

Get in your skin, kill anything that lives

Sure enough, I never thought that your ass could come rough

Call your bluff, comin' with skills to smash your stuff

You know it's hardcore, you know it's raw

You know it's hardcore, I'll break your jaw

Too many times with rhymes I combine

And blow minds with the ways I design too many fuckin' times

Hey Daz, the author of authentics (that's me)

When I was young I played games with skirt

Hide and go get it 'til I was laced in a clinic (uh uh)

Learned quick to always keep a leash and hat on my dick

(Slow down)

I know you're trippin' off me and what play I threw

But I ain't trippin' off you and what you say I do

It's time for war, man, they all runnin' again

Empty clip, reload, start gunnin' again

I remember, "Kurupt, you'll never get that far"

No matter who you are, I found you can shine like stars

I used patience and the planet of my sight

To the corner of deuce-five where it's lot like life

I'm put in a position where I thinks

And I'm 'bout to beat MC's purple, blue and pink

Take what's yours (yours)

Break down your doors (doors)

Hardcore radical, rough and raw

When you come talkin' what you talk (talk)

It's me, I'm 'bout stalk and I rock it from L.A. to New York

On to the city of Phil' where all my niggas at keepin' it real

All we in sharin' here to the south to the east to the north

Kurupt, grabbin' it about to rip it off

I rocks the West, so tell me who rocks the best

I rocks the spot without Glocks and homicidal shots

I leave the scene like a quake 'cause I leave 'em shakin'

They all shake tryin' to take the money that I make

You'll never get past three rounds

Three rhymes, three MC's in three towns

I came to put it down

And lay all three of these motherfuckers down on the ground now

(You know, it's me in your world, Daz)

It's about the bitches

(Nah, it's about the cash)

Move quick

(Move fast)

The real again

(Leave a motherfucker stranded like Gilligan)

Kill and I kill again

I got money on my mind

(Posted at the Palms)

Sittin' in my room with a pad

(Writin' rhymes, dimes on the nickels)

Nickels on the dimes

(To quarters)

Thousands

(To million dollar bonds)

(You know, it's me in your world, Daz)

It's about the bitches

(Nah, it's about the cash)

Move quick

(Move fast)

The real again

(Leave a motherfucker stranded like Gilligan)

Kill and I kill again

I got money on my mind

Sittin' in my room with a pad

(Writin' rhymes, dimes on the nickels)

Nickels on the dimes

(To quarters)

Thousands

(To million dollar bonds)

Miss Afro Puff, step up on the cut

It's like ten-hut when I struts my big bad stuff now

Believe it or not, I rip the alien MC's like Ripley's

Sip tea 'cause I'm ice

Nothin' nice on you mutts or you mice

Beware of the bark and beware of the bite

Spark off on the mic, champion MC

Hittin' harder than Jack Dempsey on sensi

So, if you step into my ring

I'll be on that wack ass before the bell goes ding

So, roll with the punches

I crunch MC's like crunches, sit-ups, I, I got ya lit up

As we speak, niggas sweating my technique

They can't compete, I'm too sweet

In fact, I'm magnifique

That got a sensual appetite for eating rappers out of sheer delight

Fear no mic or no man; look ma, no hands, damn

Look at these wannabes, they get broke down to their hands and knees

With speed, with ease, I can make 'em all freeze

I'm strictly about them skills on the real'a

Strictly 'bout this muthafuckin' MC cold killer

Who, speaks with expertise, and any heifer want beef

I'll be that A-1 sauce, on your lips like gloss

I eat suckers as my entree, Rage got the bombay

I gets total wreck and I ain't playing with a full deck

It's just this Ace in your face, kicks from Earth to outer space

Give me space, room to breathe

Roll up my sleeves, it's a breeze

I'm blowing up the spot like infrared dots on your knot

Your noggin, lyrical murderer or Rockin' Robin

I'll be dishing out that pudding while you suckers pussyfootin'

Be actin', but I ain't got time for theatrics

My grooves be crushin'

Shitty MC's I be flushing down the commode as I explode

Cock back and reload

Ride the beat until they say "whoa!"

And they tell me, 'Mama, don't hurt me no more'

I'm strictly 'bout them skills on the real'a

Strictly 'bout this muthafuckin' MC cold killer

And that's it...