Lyrics Step Up - Kurupt , Xzibit
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
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!?!
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
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!
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
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
Album
You Better Believe It!
1 Bitch Please
2 You Better Believe It!
3 Down for the Count
4 Father's Day
5 Killin' It
6 Prime Time
7 Year 2000
8 Westcoast Hiphop
9 Loose Cannons
10 Big Bang Theory
11 My Writes
12 Pop X
13 The Wake Up Show
14 Larger Than Life
15 Step Up
16 Thunder & Lightning
17 U Can't Fuck With Me
18 Bitch Please II
19 Up From da Underground
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