Scrape Thru tha Hood lyrics

[Intro]
Dog pound gangsters n*gga, like young [?] said n*gga, we're Buster banger , that means we bang on busters, n*gga. Yeah, fly!

[Chorus: Kurupt]
I'm cold, so I oversee the homies, backtrack stop, push them up, There's the busters n*gga!
Cold, and I'm rolling by alone, I'ma start busting and scraping Through the hood bumping n*gga
I'm cold, so I oversee the homies, backtrack stop, push them up, There's the busters n*gga!
Cold, and I'm rolling by alone, I'ma start busting and scraping Through the hood bumping n*gga

[Verse 1: Kurupt]
I learned the hard way, if you don't want to listen, this is what you'll listen to
Police, n*gga, awesome n*gga, dumping through, banging on your door
Won't catch me slipping anymore!
People pimping up in this motherf*cker
Now [?] yo' banging on busters up in this motherf*cker
Don't you know, if you didn't listen to this pistol sizzling
[?] loosed and juiced, pistol whistling
Sky high, fly motherf*cker!
Yelling: Die motherf*cker! Die motherf*cker!
If you want [?], motherf*cker ? try motherf*cker!
I'll put it in front of your spot, try motherf*cker!
If you touch it, I'll give you my life motherf*cker
Forever, [?] death, I'ma ride motherf*cker
Heaters and TEC 9's, I supply motherf*cker
Heaters and pipe-bombs, I provide motherf*cker
Homicidal, pushing the front line motherf*cker!
[Chorus: Kurupt]

[Verse 2:Kurupt]
Cold, but I don't get upset
Sacked this n*gga up, and carved the set on his chest, n*gga
Pistol clapping, make the heater, pop it back
Just like that! n*gga, swipe that, you don't like that?
Want a [?] n*gga? Get on the job, n*gga!
Let's ride n*gga, I'ma say it again
Let's ride n*gga, let the TEC's fly n*gga!
Erasing the sky n*gga, talking the sky n*gga!
You can't even even see the n*gga your beside, n*gga!
Look, besides n*gga, see? it ain't no thing
Dog pound gang
Watch us bang
Come and show us what you mean!
Either don't get tapped from the back or the [?]
In the back, temple, kneecap or the spleen!

[Chorus: Kurupt]

[Verse 3:Kurupt]
Sinister, revelations
Of a different generation
Where head-ups don't matter no more
Where the guy that's [throwing?] the blow
That's for sure
More than anything you can think about and know, and got to hope
Gotta serve pus*y from Vegas to the Navajo
From the Karma leaders to Magnolia to the Kalio
See? this is pressure
Because I'm thinking about busting my TEC up in this n*gga's [?]
This n*gga tripping
Thinking that he can get away stealing the n*gga chips and bullsh*tting
What the f*ck is wrong?
I'ma have to show them it's on!
I know them, it's on!
This is how [storm conforms?]!
Kurupt, [dumping Harley, kidnapping the ducts?]
My khaki's is paint n*gga, and so is my chops
Dillinger, Gotti, semi's loaded and tucked
Like, which n*gga 'been inquiring about Kurupt?
Which one of you n*ggers I'ma duct tape and dump?
[Chorus: Kurupt]