Artist: Kurupt Album: Against Tha Grain Song: Anarchy '87 Typed by: westbingmanson@gmail.com [Intro: Kurupt] Let's do it Blaze that shit up then nigga Stop talking to me What, What One thing I know is I'm a keep it hood Keep it hood nigga We gonna go against the grain Fuck it! We gotta do what we gotta do! They mad at you nigga, My nigga Kurupt Young Gotti don got neal harper muthafucka [Verse 1: Kurupt] Walking is ya thing Get your walk on If talking is your thing Get your talk on. Imma make One thing loud and clear You ain't gotta go home but get the fuck outta here Imma do what I do best chest to toes Hit all the counters straight to the west coast rolls Shut up nigga Peel this muthafuckas up my nigga As we ease up front my nigga Got a rocket in my Pocket and I'm ready to bust Got a pocket rocket in my pocket nicks and dust Man Standing in this bitch high as apple man The homie down the street heated than an astro Van. Nigga in the hall fake as as holograms I travel like Hallmark cards sent from Japan got Cargo floating sent from Japan I got K's in boxes shipped from Japan nigga [Chorus: Kurupt] Make it what it is. Don't talk be about it, shut the fuck up Eat dick nigga on some hood shit, bitch, be swimming in the cut nigga Always hem it up, alt ta what bayou, pentagon what nigga What..self made to stop on Death row Hostile anarchy '87, word to Gates 911, made it what it is Don't talk be about it, Neeya Simon Now I know you bitches can't live without it, Without it, Without it [Verse 2: Kurupt] Niggas get chip from shit shipped from Japan Niggas get chip when shit split and expand Expand. Expand You never get anywhere nigga unless you ride You the type of nigga to dump and then run Inside. Side. And ain't nobody dumping back I guess you just a bitch like that I'll raid your blocks, I hit the game up Stop time like broken clocks Niggas useless like broken Glocks Separating flocks unorthodox ox. Born in Philly oc The oconel got a story to tell A tell, like mini tells that don't end so well The dream you live as the hardest nigga might be the Capture nuisance harness nigga No escape, no way out and no exodus Just pure war by Strategies and excellence, nigga [Chorus: Kurupt] Make it what it is. Don't talk be about it, shut the fuck up Eat dick nigga on some hood shit, bitch, be swimming in the cut nigga Always hem it up, alt ta what bayou, pentagon what nigga What..self made to stop on Death row Hostile anarchy '87, word to Gates 911, made it what it is Don't talk be about it, Neeya Simon Now I know you bitches can't live without it, Without it, Without it [Bridge: Kurupt] Living life, well I am the boss Boss, boss Life I am the boss We living life behind the boss. But not I got a hammer in my hand . What Should I do? Do... [Verse 3: Kurupt] There's a bank down the street To much temptation for a nigga like me in the straights Straights...I'm so anxious to cock back my hate Knock niggas out the front seat. Got my heat appeal And ready for niggas to start flipping on ground like seals Nigga I'm terrible awful A muthafuckin' ass, that don't give a fuck about talking dase Me and the homies hit the spot And spread the raft It's all about the cash, cash, cash Hit niggas powerful as whiplash in act shift front to back Dip past Gotti [Chorus: Kurupt] Make it what it is. Don't talk be about it, shut the fuck up Eat dick nigga on some hood shit, bitch, be swimming in the cut nigga Always hem it up, alt ta what bayou, pentagon what nigga What..self made to stop on Death row Hostile anarchy '87, word to Gates 911, made it what it is Don't talk be about it, Neeya Simon Now I know you bitches can't live without it, Without it, Without it [Outro: Kurupt] Spending life behind the bars, life behind the bars We always keep it hood, living life behind the bars, life Bitch niggas, the streets is life, suckas Huh. Oh, they all upset, hood talk, well let's talk it hood What you got nigga, nigga, yeah Lets's ride, pentagon riders, stalvo Death Row records, smothering these sucker niggas Its that time. Ya'll pull me out the cut