[Kurupt Young Gotti]

Ever since I was young I wanted to be

Somethin like what I am, uhuhhhhhh...



[J-Ro] We promote violins!

[Y.G.] Yeah - check me out

[J-Ro] We promote violins!

[Y.G.] E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt Young Gotti Neo Deastro(?)

[Y.G.] Franklin Gostra the Sixth, Sixth..



(Let's go, Kurupt..)



[Kurupt]

May I laugh (?) to yourself, shells

Before honor and war I just can't tell

I can't fake these soliloquies, silencers off

The art of warfare in here violence is off (ha)

Po-po's gone, periscopes on

Telescopes on, and tell her that hope gone

And show her that war is war, fours and forty-fours

Banana peeling clips stacked ceiling to floor boards

Head up the concourse, like (?) in concourse

Scissorhands bulldoze ran like Honda Accords

I'm perfect with every note, 'til the periscope's on

Play like the accordian perfect with every chord

We combine, mental body and soul's Columbine

Hope floats like public streams, ravines

Harm forces that bear armed forces

Puttin body parts all over walls and public signs

Anxious as Ginuwine

Congressional street scholar, professional street soldier

Intellectual Manitoba, California to Cuba

Gooding like Cuba Gooding gettin blown like a tuba

Dead in the head shells shed red October

Shed and spread, cock and pop the glock only

I'm with King Tee and Tha Liks, Alkahol it up like

bitch - get the fuck off my dick

I got pistols, pills, acid, bombs

Crank, crystalized coke in lines

I don't give a fuck (we don't give a fuck about nuttin)

I don't give a fuck (we don't give a fuck about nuttin)

I don't give a fuck (we don't give a fuck about nuttin)



[J-Ro]

You the only one walkin around with