Artist: Kurupt f/ Eastwood, Young Ron, Gail Gotti Album: War, Vol. 1 Mixtape Song: Halacaust 3000 Typed by: email@example.com [Kurupt] Yo Eastwood (Yo what up Gotti?) Niggaz act like bitches, wanna hear the truth? Before I say another word, motherfuck Snoop DoggHouse eat a big Dogg Pound dick This Gotti, you ain't gon' pimp slap shit I'm cool, calm, and I'm so collective And you niggaz don't respect shit, nigga They call you Soopafly, I call you Soopa-cape Y'all niggaz bring the gorillas I done ate They call you Soopafly, I call you Soopa-bitch That love to eat a Snooper-duper super dick Panties and a cape, little pink panties I drink Hennessy motherfucker And I'm somebody you don't wanna see motherfucker I'm lookin' in the streets and I see you niggaz truant And I'm ridin' without Simon's influence motherfucker.. [Eastwood] I roll these streets with my mind on G's, and I keep a glock tucked Low-key on my body for niggaz that's tryin' to kill me Shit, I'm out the hood too From the Eastside to Compton to Inglewood too I'm Eastwood (Who?) One of the realest livin', existin', lyricist lynchin' I'm competition brought to collision, I flow with percision Decision to end it, I spit with a vengeance So pay attention homie, it's business Can't die without my tickets I'm ballin', boss hoggin', Snoop doggin' I'm stompin' out your braids with my Chuck's A outlaw with a thug ministry, chemistry, touched by my memory Hennessy, from here to Italy got niggaz feelin' me Sun roof open, so I can feel the wind blow Smokin' dodie, blowin' out my H2 limo Ain't never had a demo, I'm choppin' up albums Lock me in a booth, I'm a beast, turn up the value [Young Ron] Smoke a blunt with Mr. Cooper, super trooper, pop - Snoop and Soopa I'm so fly, I roam the block and I'm ready to die Niggaz told me what happened but they never really told me why These streets is real, I've seen my O.G.'s cry Bodies outlined with chalk, that's where a dope fiend died Soldiers who can't hold they own won't make it alive I got a lot of talent, so I ain't hard to find I'm on the grind, my squad ain't far behind We mackin' dimes, in the club packin' nines Sniffin' lines - that cocaine blow your mind Fuckin' with mine, I'm bringin' mine Bring yours nigga!.. [Gail Gotti] Ease the beast, Gotti supreme Gail posted in the back of the 'Llac on lean Keep the heat stashed in the dash when we mash Like livin' fast it's secondary to cash Get your vest tested, your chest infected Roll with Tha Row now my flow's respected Gotti up and left, never was rejected Ride 'til I die 'til the game's respected, bitch [Kurupt] I ain't said shit, done shit, fuck 'em Bustin', bust in bustin', dumpin', fuck 'em - gangsta What the fuck you really ever did? - nothin' What the fuck you really ever done?