Lyrics Anarchy '87 - Kurupt

Anarchy '87

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
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
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
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
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
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…
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
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
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