Gimmewhutchagot Lyrics - Kuruption! - Kurupt

Kurupt: 

Yo Barshawn 

Gimmewhutchagot nigga 

Come and drip into the realm of the X-files 

Gimmewhutchagot nigga 

Gimmewhutchagot nigga 

Gimmewhutchagot nigga 

Gimmewhutchagot nigga 

Get your position correct 

Get your ammunition correct 

The tactful tech technician effect(Bitch!) 

I got a quarter-key 

You wanna to try to stick me for it? 

Put the loot up, the shoot up, and hit me for it? 

Niggaz hang for, do the same thang for it 

Penetrate like, uh, poor the gas, blast and then bang for it 

Y'all supposed to be some type of raw doggs, nigga 

Fuck around and get your shit spit like laws, nigga 

Fantasies never formulate 

So when you get the formula to format 

Restructure and reshape 

Relax or we take all 

We make sure we shake all 

We shake tame or aim or flame all 

A bitch tried to play me like nothing's really real 

Like I ain't really real and I ain't really got skills(Bitch!) 

I make you hot like ten tons of lava rocks 

The Juggernaut crackin niggas like cinder blocks, nigga 

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Chorus: 

Gimmewhuthcagot nigga 

Get blazed, get shot nigga 

We make it hot nigga raw 

My nigga Barshawn 

Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw 

I ain't got time to see what you saw 

Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw 

This ain't about nothin but life and law 

Niggas killin me 

What you ice-grillin me for? 

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Barshawn: 

Now how you gonna let my looks deceive you? 

My raps is lethal 

I kicks shit that would amaze you, they daze you 

Y'all think my rhymes is voodoo 

For the first time comin through 

Ain't been a minute yet 

Already, cats wanna eye-screw 

Plottin to pop you 

You don't know me duke 

The one that shoot 

You all mad cuz I'm spendin loot 

That you all broke ass niggas been tryin to scoop 

See I done paid my dues 

Don't be fooled by the pretty boy image 

Cuz you'll get blasted up in less than a minute 

It's Barshawn and Kurupt, y'all gonna feel it 

Cuz when I bless a track, I spit venom in it 

So how you wanna do it, rappin or gun-clappin 

Either or, it could happen 

Kurupt, move the glock to his mouth for they gappin 

I bet next time you stay in a child's place 

This is Rome folks talkin, you don't relate 

If you can't hold the weight, then don't debate 

Kurupt: Pushin crates, headed upstate with chrome plates (check it out) 

Chorus: 

Gimmewhuthcagot nigga 

Get blazed, get shot nigga 

We make it hot nigga raw 

My nigga Barshawn 

Kurupt with the auto-metal cock and draw 

I ain't got time to see what you saw 

Beat back mothafucka before I crack your jaw 

This ain't about nothin but life and law 

Niggas killin me 

What you ice-grillin me for? 

Barshawn: 

You all fiend, daydream for cream I've seen 

Eyes gleam for the drop-top I be in 

You wanna end my life, my niggaz ain't seein 

If so happen you did that 

Where the fuck you expect the rest at? 

We got that too comin through a quarter to two 

Blazin they duct-tapin you and your boo 

All at the revenue stand, we was once a crew 

Mad tight, but that's life 

I learned the game 

Same cats that you roll with will split your game 

See I'm in it for the cheese nigga 

Fuck the fame (nigga, fuck the fame, mothafuck the fame) 

Kurupt: 

I play the nickel-plated position get penetrated 

Popes just pause, I rise with my doggs 

And collar clothes impact and enthrone 

Gone, zone the dome and then blown 

I heard raw before I saw raw before 

Mack milli's, mack 11's and four-four's 

Me and my nigga Shawn 

What you got weight on your shoulders 

The freons gettin colder 

Me and my nigga Deion's hittin corners 

I got a beam on you chest-high 

Fuck around and get your fuckin chest right 

I spreads like bad news 

Bitches get played like the blues 

Blowin dicks like whistles 

Launch like missles 

Pop like pistols 

And confuse, misuse, enthuse, abuse, buy the twos 

Cuz I refuse to chill like EP 

I prefer to get high live with the DP 

You ain't raw nigga You more like subtle 

Fuck you and your rebuttal You laid in a puddle 

It's a storm, form reform your label form 

Keep calm or keep drippin in the twist of the swarm 

(Chorus) 

Kurupt, young Gotti 

West Coast, East Coast nigga 

Raw doggs 

(Chorus) 

Gimmewhutchagot nigga 

Gimmewhutchagot nigga