Curb Servin'

Uhh, give it up! Creep, creep, creeping up on ya From the blind side, fool I'ma put them on ya (UHH!) Back in the pezzack, to record on deck The whole Thirty six ounces is hitting, nigga check it Get down, get down, with the real MCs Would not to step the fuck up now (NEVER!) How many niggaz must I kill? Play hardcore before I start tossing tapes out the window One, two, three million MCs, everybody is claiming Gs Nigga please, you're more like Super Chicken Cause half of y'all is scarier than Bonnie on Eddie Griffin While you're tripping Talk the talk, walk the walk Matter of fact, break yourself on perpetrating You're on violation Pump them pump them, pump them pump them Here I come, get out the water Fuck around and get your punk ass slaughtered (PUNK!) Order in the courtroom, order in the court (WHAT?) Will the defendant please rise for the sentence Out here by Curity streets I'm charging all y'all niggaz if he had the first degree (BITCH!) See for too long, I done stood on the sidewalk And watched niggaz blow the fuck up like the hawk?? (Fuck that!) So don't say shit to me, turn your ass over for the toss So I can break that punk ass off, I'm curb Serving Break them off something ---------------> Ice Cube Now, it's popping like the firecracker, nigga I'll break you off something proper ----> Ice Cube Keep it up rocking, gots to make my profit Break them off something ---------------> Ice Cube Now, it's popping like the firecracker, nigga I'll break you off something proper ----> Ice Cube So what you need, what you need motherfucker? Break them off something ---------------> Ice Cube Now what's up nigga, I got them Double-ups cracking Serving all these fake ass radical poor black niggaz (All y'all) Y'all be killing them softly, talking that talk G (Bullshit) Nigga where was you around the time of the Peace Treaty? I'ma be one of the first out shooting When it comes time for this so-called revolution So you niggaz need to quit (Quit) And play like El Melvin in the Blue Notes, miss me with that shit (Bullshit) Not just sagging, waving them off flagging Fuck Bill Clinton, I'm still packing; AK-47 and Smitty-14s Cause guns rule everything around me Fuck the cream, never would I, would've or could've put it to rest Cause these little niggaz be out just to get a rep Look brrrr stick them, down another victim (What?) Better came to me, a nigga should've had his pistol (Fuck Him!) Crib, hawk, talk, ready to bust Cause now what remains is at the dust May y'all say it's a black thing, but shit I'm with it But you better tell them little niggaz on my block that shit Got the hood harder than hard, cars drive-by got me sweating Double checking, grab the neck and. (What?) Increase the peace; Fuck That! increase the heat (Why?) Cause one of us down, it's either him or me I'm curb Serving Tan datta dan dan taan, here I come (What?) Here I come (COME!) that's the thump from the. lyrical Ex-criminal; getting physical over instrumental Tell me; where you're gonna go, where y'all gonna hide? (Nowhere) When I get to dumping on this vocal drive-by? Shit! I'm sending niggaz in this pazzums After that, I'll stretch some rappers like the middle balls on phantasm I'm coming at them, smacking them, steady tagging them Like the cold sets and gorge your Adam's Apple Ain't no escaping; this junkie lyricist is cocking this ripping Just when I finish you should be like goat sheep Run Charlie Run! - Fuck what you're saying The Maad Circle niggaz ain't playing (WEST SIDE!!) Uhh. I'm tearing niggaz new ass holes Fucking up the party as if it was put you on the little rascals I'm taking it back to the streets (why?) Cause niggaz that done gone Hollywood on Dub-C. Must see the money, just making me clown (What?) Cause like Rolls Royce motherfuckers is going down (I'm Going Down) So like Patreich now I'm watching their spots Setting up shots with jams like this, and?? the game mean not So if you ever get the?? of that pure run cock My shit is guaranteed to get you fucked up! Dub-C, I'm curb Serving