[pimp c]

Hold up..



It's the motherfuckin corruptor! since i came i was a hustler

It's a shame, i got to blow out niggaz brains

To make these motherfuckers peep my game, i let em hang

To the flo', snot on the snow, and full of kicked on rivals

It's for survival, in the intestines of the city

Cause the game's shitty, and piggly wiggly on the payroll

So they can't bust us

And we shine like diamond clusters, cause we some made motherfuckers



[bun b]

Because i take out my weapon and i quickly start bustin

I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen

I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin

Why why why? (it's the corruptor's execution)



(it's the corruptor's execution)



[e-40]

I be workin and twerkin

My portable digital triple beamer scale like a teeter-totter!

(teeter-totter!) kind of like a see-saw, up and down (up and down!)

A hundred and twelve milligrams of some of that there soft white

Baby powder, equals a ? up the valley

Heat up in the garbage dumpster, "who's sack is dat?"

All the tiffles and po'po' (and what happened) i got it back

(bitch!) don't make me do ya (don't make me do ya..)

I know these streets, like the grayson's know jujitsu



[bun b]

Because i take out my weapon and i quickly start bustin

I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen

I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin

Why why why? (it's the corruptor's execution)



(it's the corruptor's execution)



[b-legit]

I'm havin small change, with gats and hundred sacks

I got to ball main (ball main) with thangs, i let em hang

It ain't at all strange (at all strange) with game, remain the savage

And cabbage, got to come, if not, five-oh for one

I come with guns smokin (guns smokin) leave you croakin in oakland

Without no words spoken (words spoken) put the chevy in drive

And ride the block hopin (block hopin) not to choke up in ?

With the strap, and the kick in the back, imagine that



[bun b]

Because i take out my weapon and i quickly start bustin

I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen

I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin

Why why why? (it's the corruptor's execution)



(it's the corruptor's execution)



[pimp c]

Now we get the cash the stash and bash your brains

All over this dashboard

Give up the hash, and get you some gas

Who'll blast you main in man's sport

Now brrrr stick em i kick em, bobby you lick em

We stole em and brick em to death

K.s.'ll go left, finger flick em, bitches is breathin

They last motherfuckin, breath

On the real how you feel about caps get peeled

I just baby deal with the talk

You backin the guns and all the law

So just hopin these bastards know that we strong

Fuckin em quick in the back with the dick then

Make sure ? don't know throw a trick in

Keep yours eyes on nich-en

Cause we stickin the bic in, any sick then



[bun b]

Because i take out my weapon and i quickly start bustin

I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen

I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin

Why why why? (it's the corruptor's execution)



(it's the corruptor's execution)



..



Because i take out my weapon and i quickly start bustin

I go, cold loco lay em down by the dozen

I look at my riders, they say nothing's confusin

Why why why? (it's the corruptor's execution)



(it's the corruptor's execution)


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