The Purge Lyrics - Kurupt

My daddy said drown, nigga 

(Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours 

Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door 

The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor 

Why you look confused? Mothafucka, this is war 

Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga 

Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga 

As this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chin 

The realest nigga breathing, y'all pretend 

Real Crippy since I hopped off the swing 

With my strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yeah, uh, yeah) 

Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling 

Come put your lights out, I spark your apartment 

Deadline my clothing, don't fuck with Pink Dolphin 

Strap on his hairline, his forehead gets softened 

Send extras through his chest bones, shit, he don't need that coffin 

Most niggas would've run away, but me I'm out here walking 

Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome 

Now nah, I ain't on no dolphin, fuck rhyming, I'm Cripping 

Niggas rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming, I'm marring 

Doing drive-bys I ain't steering, white Peter Rose, I ain't tearin' 

Fuck your bitch in front of your children 

Steal your whip side of my building, yeah 

Put my dick and nuts in her mouth, bust in her hair 

I'm very rare, got my trigger on top of my underwear 

Bitch, I'm everywhere and over there 

You die here, let off a pair (YAWK, YAWK) 

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(Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours 

Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door 

The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor 

Why you look confused? Mothafucka, this is war 

Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga 

Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga 

House full of kilos, sold pound to zeros 

Cocaine my hero, you in Figg Side, getting Deeboed 

Always asking for the burner light, young niggas still free load 

Heart big as my ego, don't fly around my signal 

I'll rearrange your dental, Crippy my house shoes 

Blue rag disciples, murder I'm liable, you get the Eiffel 

Aim out the eyeball, I'm getting violent, I got the strike once 

Won't get the strike twice, you niggas half price 

Which means you half off, I'm going Adolf 

I'm smoking bath salt, two sherm sticks, burn this, ooh 

Knock-knock through the condo's, Schoolboy from the five deuce 

But Hoover respect to you unranked, don't fuck around, get that chin banged 

Groovelining, Crip walk the whole mile 

Blue Belts, still my pants down, Chuck Taylors, Cortezes, hush puppies 

My Glock, yeah, fuck buddy, make money, take money 

Earn crack money, drug money, bail money 

Heard they got life for me, but how they got life for me 

When they took that from me, since I had my nose runny 

I was out past sunny, had the strap by my tummy 

You can go and ask mommy, grab a body bag, homie, yeah 

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(Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours 

Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door 

The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor 

Why you look confused? Mothafucka, this is war 

Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga 

Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga 

Bust my gun all by myself 

Rock cocaine all my myself 

Poured propane all on myself 

Go so hard might harm myself 

Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga 

Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga 

Yeah, it's Kurupt young mothafucking Gotti 

Still rolling in a 6, I don't fuck with the Bugatti 

Come up in this mothafucka looking for a bitch 

Probably sucked on my dick then you kissed it on the lips 

The integral, South Central sentinel 

Get roped and choked, poetical tentacles stretch 

Get roped and choked and rope-a-doped 

Extra overdose of the oki-doke 

Get a nigga smoked, I ain't no joke 

Tired of this bullshit and everything y'all talk about 

They walked 'em in, I walked 'em out 

They talked 'em in, I chalked 'em out 

Now cock back that Oxy (Pow-pow, pow-pow) 

Walking in South, pistols popping, top is popping off 

Pop a tab in this neighborhood, rode it 60 bars 

Ghetto tribalist, squeezing pussy like octopuses 

Show me where the money at, show me where the kush is 

Next time you see me I'll probably be in the bushes 

This is the reasons why I won't be fucking with pussies like you 

Me, Tyler, and Schoolboy Q, we told them 

(Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours 

Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door 

The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor 

Why you look confused? Mothafucka, this is war 

Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga 

Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga