Daz Dillinger
Scrape Thru tha Hood
[Intro]
Dog pound gangsters n***a, like young [?] said n***a, we're Buster banger , that means we bang on busters, n***a. Yeah, fly!

[Chorus: Kurupt]
I'm cold, so I oversee the homies, backtrack stop, push them up, There's the busters n***a!
Cold, and I'm rolling by alone, I'ma start busting and scraping Through the hood bumping n***a
I'm cold, so I oversee the homies, backtrack stop, push them up, There's the busters n***a!
Cold, and I'm rolling by alone, I'ma start busting and scraping Through the hood bumping n***a

[Verse 1: Kurupt]
I learned the hard way, if you don't want to listen, this is what you'll listen to
Police, n***a, awesome n***a, dumping through, banging on your door
Won't catch me slipping anymore!
People pimping up in this motherfucker
Now [?] yo' banging on busters up in this motherfucker
Don't you know, if you didn't listen to this pistol sizzling
[?] loosed and juiced, pistol whistling
Sky high, fly motherfucker!
Yelling: Die motherfucker! Die motherfucker!
If you want [?], motherfucker ? try motherfucker!
I'll put it in front of your spot, try motherfucker!
If you touch it, I'll give you my life motherfucker
Forever, [?] death, I'ma ride motherfucker
Heaters and TEC 9's, I supply motherfucker
Heaters and pipe-bombs, I provide motherfucker
Homicidal, pushing the front line motherfucker!
[Chorus: Kurupt]

[Verse 2:Kurupt]
Cold, but I don't get upset
Sacked this n***a up, and carved the set on his chest, n***a
Pistol clapping, make the heater, pop it back
Just like that! n***a, swipe that, you don't like that?
Want a [?] n***a? Get on the job, n***a!
Let's ride n***a, I'ma say it again
Let's ride n***a, let the TEC's fly n***a!
Erasing the sky n***a, talking the sky n***a!
You can't even even see the n***a your beside, n***a!
Look, besides n***a, see? it ain't no thing
Dog pound gang
Watch us bang
Come and show us what you mean!
Either don't get tapped from the back or the [?]
In the back, temple, kneecap or the spleen!

[Chorus: Kurupt]

[Verse 3:Kurupt]
Sinister, revelations
Of a different generation
Where head-ups don't matter no more
Where the guy that's [throwing?] the blow
That's for sure
More than anything you can think about and know, and got to hope
Gotta serve pussy from Vegas to the Navajo
From the Karma leaders to Magnolia to the Kalio
See? this is pressure
Because I'm thinking about busting my TEC up in this n***a's [?]
This n***a tripping
Thinking that he can get away stealing the n***a chips and bullshitting
What the fuck is wrong?
I'ma have to show them it's on!
I know them, it's on!
This is how [storm conforms?]!
Kurupt, [dumping Harley, kidnapping the ducts?]
My khaki's is paint n***a, and so is my chops
Dillinger, Gotti, semi's loaded and tucked
Like, which n***a 'been inquiring about Kurupt?
Which one of you niggers I'ma duct tape and dump?
[Chorus: Kurupt]