Me In Your World (Live)

So this that new shit from the West Coast after shop Coming from me & Daz, ya know what I mean? (Yeah, that shit is gangsta, ooh, that shit is gangsta) Tell 'em what you want 'em to do Ladies, whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo Whoo, whoo If I did it then I done it, then a battle just started And I'm gunnin' for niggas who ain't down who I ride for Dat nigga Daz, Kurupt, Dogg Pound, Death Row Here we go, Blood or Crip, it don't matter I blast and outcast those who separate me from my goals Without a doubt, kill 'em and turn 'em out (What) Notice the way that I shake, rattle and roll And like your mamma cryin', enthusiastic as two nines Kaboom, we mash to the extreme as a team Scope you out and cut you down like a guillotine (Know what I mean?) I hung a string of MC's who thought foolishness Schoolin' this whole rap game, we rulin' this We doin' this, pursuin' this major Stackin' major paper, with my Dogg street behavior I caved ya chest in, bruised ya ribs with a blow of skills Like Tyson, knockin' your ass out like Bruno You know I bring death towards your whole fuckin' camp Get in your skin, kill anything that lives I never ever thought Dr. Dre could come rough Call your bluff, comin' with skills to smash your stuff You know it's hardcore, you know it's raw You know it's hardcore, I'll break your jaw Too many times with rhymes I combine And blow minds with the ways I design too many fuckin' times Hey Daz, the author of authentics (that's me) When I was young I played games with skirt Hide and go get it 'til I was laced in a clinic (Oh shit) Learned quick to always keep a leash and hat on my dick (Slow down) I know you're trippin' off me and what play I threw But I ain't trippin' off you and what you say I do It's time for war, man, they all runnin' again Empty clip, reload, start gunnin' again I remember, "Kurupt, you'll never get that far" No matter who you are, I found you can shine like stars I used patience and the planet of my sight To the corner of deuce-five where it's lot like life I'm put in a position where I thinks And I'm 'bout to beat MC's purple, blue and pink Take what's yours (Yours) Break down your doors (Doors) Hardcore radical, rough and raw When you come talkin' what you talk It's me, I'm 'bout stalk and I rock it from L.A. to New York On to the city of Phil' where all my niggas at keepin' it real All we in sharin' here to the south to the east to the north Kurupt, grabbin' it about to rip it off I rocks the West, so tell me who rocks the best I rocks the spot without Glocks and homicidal shots I leave the scene like a quake 'cause I leave 'em shakin' They all shake tryin' to take the money that I make You'll never get past three rounds Three rhymes, three MC's in three towns I came to put it down (Fuck that) And lay all three of these motherfuckers down on the ground now (You know, it's me in your world, Daz) It's about the bitches (Nah, it's about the cash) Move quick (Move fast) The real again (Leave a motherfucker stranded like Gilligan) Kill and I kill again I got money on my mind I'm posted at the Palms Sittin' in my room with a pad (Writin' rhymes, dimes on the nickels) Nickels on the dimes To quarters, thousands To million dollar bonds (You know, it's me in your world, Daz) It's about the bitches (Nah, it's about the cash) Move quick (Move fast) The real again (Leave a motherfucker stranded like Gilligan) Kill and I kill again I got money on my mind