Artist/Band: 
Xzibit 
Lyrics for Song: STEP UP 
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Xzibit
  
               
  28843>Daz:
  Aw yeah!
  Right about now it's time to get busy
  Huh, straight out the box, nonstop
  Kurupt the kingpin, xzibit, crooked i
 
 
  (wait a minute, um)
 
 
  Crooked i:
  This is the art of, manslaughter
  When I'm rockin' I'm more shockin' than droppin' a boom box
  in bath water
  You entered the wrong scuffle
  You catchin' a chrome buckle
  I uppercut niggas hard enough to break my own knuckles
  Deliver the sick verbals
  My shotty spit a round, before you hit the ground,
  Your body spin around, in six circles
  Diminishin' infamous menaces
  I'm waitin' to get dicced, if not, I'm a start finishin' innocents
  Lyrics (lyrics), I'm breezin the region
  Freezin g's in your legion
  Freakin' ancient techniques when I'm speakin' phoenician
  It's all about crooked
  These bitches shout crooked
  I'll make you say the west coast ain't shit without crooked
  I own a vicious label, niggas'll get disabled
  When I'm spittin' rhymes written on project kitchen tables
  I load this 4-5 and let slugs dive at ya
  Now that's for crooked i, the scrap happy, mic snatcha
 
 
  Daz:
  Motherfuccers can you dig that, huh?
  Can you fucc with this?
  Let's get kurupt the kingpin to fucc y'all niggas up
  Y'all don't wanna see none of this west coast mc shit
  Yeah, how you like me now motherfucker!? !
 
 
  Kurupt:
  Terror starts, in the midst of your heart, starts
  The storm, my vocals float like arts
  In the mystic state of mind, when I create a rhyme
  My microphone massacres every year the same time
  With audio amputations, vocal thoughts of a loud talker
  Up against the microphone night stalker
  With a tendency of bashing mcs, like ten of me
  As you can see I continue mashin' mcs
  Caboom, the room gets cleared as my views get clearer
  Extra-terrestrial microphone terror
  In effect, get infected
  Tell me what the fucc you expected
  These venemous injections
  I leave whole sections, and sections full of injections
  From these poisenous melodies and selections
  I select the methods of slow anguish
  I mangle shit with my language
  Tell me, have you ever seen one elope
  With the microphone
  In a scandal like abilities to make mcs explode
  Baboom, alone in my own zone
  So don't compare me to none
  Not one's nearly
  Severe, 'cause I severely, impare mcs
  Near me, oppose and fear me, I got plots and theories
  Sincerely, I could have the spot locked
  Niggas get stoned for touching microphones
  With no knowledge on how to rock
 
 
  Daz:
  Yeah, back in effect, it don't stop
  Turn your speakers up, dj battlecat on the table
  We fuckin' it up like this and like that, yeah
  Got my homeboy xzibit in the motherfuccin' house
  Alkaholiks!
 
 
  Xzibit:
  When I was enlisted
  I came to the table double fisted
  Sadistic, heavy artillery, for all my enemies
  Bust shots up in the sky screamin' obsenities
  Make niggas sport cackies and chucks from hear to italy
  It'll be, a cold day in hell when you see xzibit fail
  Act like a bitch on bail, tuck tail, and run
  See we do it how it can't be done
  I'm the rough cut, plus how the west was won
  Or direct descendant of the gatling gun
  Don't test me son, you fucc around and catch you one
  That ain't a threat, that's a promise I can definitely keep
  You can't compete wit' 25 niggas wit' heat in the street
  Ready to repeat, round after after round at you
  All hell break lose when the whole pound come through
  I found that you and yours, can never fucc wit' mine
  I own shit but gimme some more like busta rhymes
  Cross the line, now you gotta pay the piper
  I'm the alkaholik sniper, that be keepin' the crowds hyper
  It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust
  Can't stop till me and my niggas is platinum plus
  My dogg kurupt
 
 
  Daz:
  Yeah, no shit
  Yeah, y'all can't fucc wit' that
 
 
  That's what I'm talkin' about
  West coast, we been doin' this shit for years
  Aint nothin' happenin' wit' that
  Battlecat
  (don't step up)
  Right, right
  (don't step up, unles you wanna get hurt)
  Huh, huh, huh
 
 
  (get get get get hurt)
  Whatcha say
  Motherfuccas that be hangin' in the battle
  (get hurt, get get get get hurt)
  That's what I'm talkin' about
  Daz dillinger
  (don't step up, unless you wanna get hurt)
  Break it down, break it down
  Huh
 
 
  (mixed with battlecat's scratching)
 
 
  Motherfuccas can't fade this shit
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