2Pac, Scarlo, Nutt-So, Kurupt, Gonzoe - Die/Dumpin (Original Version) lyrics
[2Pac, Scarlo, Nutt-So, Kurupt, Gonzoe - Die/Dumpin Original Version lyrics]
Like this blastin', dumpin'
Bitch
I got my pistol cocked and my knife
'Bout to slice this nigga windpipe
Throwin' tops, swervin' me on the dice
Nigga thought he was nice with the slickness
But the nigga I am, sham
Just swift with the quickness
(Mark ass bitch)
Respect the game, the lame niggas die slow
Hustlers fly straight like
Frank feared Scarface
From the Glock, the lead waste
Diggin' out your chest plate up straight
Trimmin' you from your winge
And hit the gate, i'm not waitin'
Thinking between and runnin' on my escape
Hop on the 2-10 and wait for you to retaliate
The terrorist doin' on niggas
Who we Glock cocked glock never miss
Through your grill here goes my fist
When I slit yo' wrist
With the the styles of ruckus south central
Los scandalous anybody get buckets uh
(West side)
I'm doin' niggas in the rap tussle
Rip out your backbone slow
You go to pieces like a puzzle
I'm hand on muzzles to you whack MC's
Black fitted cap to the back with
The Gap jeans to my knees
Niggas under siege, like Seagal they fall
To my tactics chin checkin'
In charge like chart, i want it all
The loot, the chronic, plus the dips
First nigga that flinches catch a
Bullet from my hip in a rage
Serving gauge with my Glock to your grill
Let the dump dumps loose
Now your brains is on the ceiling nigga
Murderous mind state
Can't keep my 9 straight
Sippin' on this Hennessy
Waitin' for the time to break
Show up and motherfuckers bow down, recognize
Westside, Death Row, Outlaw ridaz
Untouchable mob of pistol packers
Well-known felons
Labelled for drug-sellin' merciless jackers
Forever buzzed, roll with thugs and dogs
Commence to lettin' off rounds then
Escape in the fog
Who wanna see me solo? Catch
Makaveli while he's sleepin'
My Mini-14 murderin' niggas
While they creepin' uh, duck or you ass out
Drink 'til you pass out ain't scared to die
Drunk drivin' in my glasshouse
Niggas is under me, they bitches come to me
They heard the stories, nigga
Now they wanna really see
"Bomb first" my motto, it's fully guaranteed
Niggas is playa haters, label them my enemies
Look out young nigga!
'Cause it's time to dump
I'm versatile, mothafuckas
What type of rhyme you want?
Niggas got me in they sight
Now I'm runnin' for my life tell me!
What's that, West Side like? West side!
I'm all about the paper chase 'cause
The paper makes life so great
Plus, haste makes waste
And I gots the whole spot lock down
Concoct styles catch me rollin' all the fuck
Around with the top down (Nigga, what?)
Realest with the microphone
Most murder masher verbal disaster
Creator, 38 stasher
In the inner zone where the hellraiser roam
There is not place like home
TEC-9s and chromes
Got the heater sequence for the
Heat to the disperse
Just in case worse come worst, I dumps first
So pump curt curse
It's the curse of the pump pump
The one to dump last is
The first to get slumped
It's the mental temptation
Mental assassination
My heart skips a beat for the heat sensation
I'm death-defying
Bitches lyin' sayin' I ain't cute
Now she wants an autograph
(Hey, give me an autograph) Bitch
I ain't Snoop (What?)
One bone bitch ready to go for broke
Hittin' up your marks with my motherfuckin' 4
I'm comin' up about the Hills so
Feel I'm ready for the static
And niggas on my team is
The full flesh automatic
Planting all you hoes in
Your motherfuckin' place
A bitch named Scarlo is steppin'
Up in your face
I'm dustin' off you chumps with the 44 slugs
And livin' from the lichter bro I'm
Ready to pull your plug so, nigga
You wanna jump? You gotta jump little higher
Scarlo, nigga, the miss messiah
So bitch you better get a grip on gangs
You fuckin' with the hillside
Mentally insane
Point of no return and now my
Life is on the edge
Believin' in my misery I fucked
Her in the yeah
Giuseppe called me up and told me so
I gotta do a mission on my ass I gotta go
'Cause you can run, hide (Hide)
But I'm gonna getcha when tryna escape
You know my gat won't letcha run, hide
But I'm gonna getcha when tryna escape
You know my gat won't letcha
West side for life biaaaaaatch!
I'm dumpin' empty my gun
It's time to run 'Cause here come the cops
I'll be duckin' 'em for blocks
Nigga I'm dumpin' empty my clip
Forever bustin' east Coast nigga rushin'
Mothafucka, I'll be dumpin'
Killer!
Loaded them things, nigga, it's time to dump
Sneakin' on niggas that be sleepin' when
They ass in the trunk
You slipped, then got crept on
Now it's ride time
To the hills where niggas kill and
Peel your shit on skyline
It's die time, and can't any niggas save g
So kneel to your fuckin' knees and
Feel this 45 fade you aimin' for heads
Pumpin' lead 'til I bury you
Niggas be duckin' but I
Swingin' low like chariot
No love, pumpin' slugs like I'm servin' dogs
Buck buck, now tell your dead homies I said
"What's up?" lullaby, rock-a-bye, nigga die
And rest in piece
Eternal pain from this fire
My 45 smoked and broke ya
And nothin' hurt like a dick with his liquid
In his eyes wide open
Gats smokin' no jokin', Bullets to me
Deleted soul from his core, as he lay
As I was dumpin'
Bitch
I got my pistol cocked and my knife
'Bout to slice this nigga windpipe
Throwin' tops, swervin' me on the dice
Nigga thought he was nice with the slickness
But the nigga I am, sham
Just swift with the quickness
(Mark ass bitch)
Respect the game, the lame niggas die slow
Hustlers fly straight like
Frank feared Scarface
From the Glock, the lead waste
Diggin' out your chest plate up straight
Trimmin' you from your winge
And hit the gate, i'm not waitin'
Thinking between and runnin' on my escape
Hop on the 2-10 and wait for you to retaliate
The terrorist doin' on niggas
Who we Glock cocked glock never miss
Through your grill here goes my fist
When I slit yo' wrist
With the the styles of ruckus south central
Los scandalous anybody get buckets uh
(West side)
I'm doin' niggas in the rap tussle
Rip out your backbone slow
You go to pieces like a puzzle
I'm hand on muzzles to you whack MC's
Black fitted cap to the back with
The Gap jeans to my knees
Niggas under siege, like Seagal they fall
To my tactics chin checkin'
In charge like chart, i want it all
The loot, the chronic, plus the dips
First nigga that flinches catch a
Bullet from my hip in a rage
Serving gauge with my Glock to your grill
Let the dump dumps loose
Now your brains is on the ceiling nigga
Murderous mind state
Can't keep my 9 straight
Sippin' on this Hennessy
Waitin' for the time to break
Show up and motherfuckers bow down, recognize
Westside, Death Row, Outlaw ridaz
Untouchable mob of pistol packers
Well-known felons
Labelled for drug-sellin' merciless jackers
Forever buzzed, roll with thugs and dogs
Commence to lettin' off rounds then
Escape in the fog
Who wanna see me solo? Catch
Makaveli while he's sleepin'
My Mini-14 murderin' niggas
While they creepin' uh, duck or you ass out
Drink 'til you pass out ain't scared to die
Drunk drivin' in my glasshouse
Niggas is under me, they bitches come to me
They heard the stories, nigga
Now they wanna really see
"Bomb first" my motto, it's fully guaranteed
Niggas is playa haters, label them my enemies
Look out young nigga!
'Cause it's time to dump
I'm versatile, mothafuckas
What type of rhyme you want?
Niggas got me in they sight
Now I'm runnin' for my life tell me!
What's that, West Side like? West side!
I'm all about the paper chase 'cause
The paper makes life so great
Plus, haste makes waste
And I gots the whole spot lock down
Concoct styles catch me rollin' all the fuck
Around with the top down (Nigga, what?)
Realest with the microphone
Most murder masher verbal disaster
Creator, 38 stasher
In the inner zone where the hellraiser roam
There is not place like home
TEC-9s and chromes
Got the heater sequence for the
Heat to the disperse
Just in case worse come worst, I dumps first
So pump curt curse
It's the curse of the pump pump
The one to dump last is
The first to get slumped
It's the mental temptation
Mental assassination
My heart skips a beat for the heat sensation
I'm death-defying
Bitches lyin' sayin' I ain't cute
Now she wants an autograph
(Hey, give me an autograph) Bitch
I ain't Snoop (What?)
One bone bitch ready to go for broke
Hittin' up your marks with my motherfuckin' 4
I'm comin' up about the Hills so
Feel I'm ready for the static
And niggas on my team is
The full flesh automatic
Planting all you hoes in
Your motherfuckin' place
A bitch named Scarlo is steppin'
Up in your face
I'm dustin' off you chumps with the 44 slugs
And livin' from the lichter bro I'm
Ready to pull your plug so, nigga
You wanna jump? You gotta jump little higher
Scarlo, nigga, the miss messiah
So bitch you better get a grip on gangs
You fuckin' with the hillside
Mentally insane
Point of no return and now my
Life is on the edge
Believin' in my misery I fucked
Her in the yeah
Giuseppe called me up and told me so
I gotta do a mission on my ass I gotta go
'Cause you can run, hide (Hide)
But I'm gonna getcha when tryna escape
You know my gat won't letcha run, hide
But I'm gonna getcha when tryna escape
You know my gat won't letcha
West side for life biaaaaaatch!
I'm dumpin' empty my gun
It's time to run 'Cause here come the cops
I'll be duckin' 'em for blocks
Nigga I'm dumpin' empty my clip
Forever bustin' east Coast nigga rushin'
Mothafucka, I'll be dumpin'
Killer!
Loaded them things, nigga, it's time to dump
Sneakin' on niggas that be sleepin' when
They ass in the trunk
You slipped, then got crept on
Now it's ride time
To the hills where niggas kill and
Peel your shit on skyline
It's die time, and can't any niggas save g
So kneel to your fuckin' knees and
Feel this 45 fade you aimin' for heads
Pumpin' lead 'til I bury you
Niggas be duckin' but I
Swingin' low like chariot
No love, pumpin' slugs like I'm servin' dogs
Buck buck, now tell your dead homies I said
"What's up?" lullaby, rock-a-bye, nigga die
And rest in piece
Eternal pain from this fire
My 45 smoked and broke ya
And nothin' hurt like a dick with his liquid
In his eyes wide open
Gats smokin' no jokin', Bullets to me
Deleted soul from his core, as he lay
As I was dumpin'