Step Up Lyrics - Xzibit

Daz: 

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 

Daz: 

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!? ! 

Kurupt: 

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 

Daz: 

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! 

Xzibit: 

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 

Daz: 

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