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E.F.O. Lyrics

Ah yeah, we back in this muthafucka
We have returned to this place

Toast to my nigga Low MB, my nigga Flipside
Let's celebrate and honor our friends Low MB and Flipside

And I’m Bust Stop
I am Bust Stop

We got Kurupt from the Dogg
We have Kurupt from the Dogg Pound with us

Pound in this muthafucka
The Dogg Pound is heavily present here

And I’m sick and tired of
I am fed up with

All you niggas always
All of you individuals constantly

Hollerin’ about what you did in the past
Talking loudly about your past actions

Muthafucka, the past don’t excite me
Fuck that, the past doesn't interest or inspire me

That was then, this is now
Those were past events, this is the present

So save all that bullshit
Keep all that nonsense to yourself

About the past nigga (That’s right)
Stop talking about the past, man (That's correct)

Fuck the past, gotta get my cash
Forget about the past, I need to make money

Even if it means gettin’ into your ass
Even if it requires causing trouble for you

Look into the future, nigga I shoot ya
Focus on the future, I will harm you

Run upon your ass, steeltoe boot ya
Approach you swiftly and forcefully

Straight to the face, murder was the case
Directly targeting your face with violence

If I ever catch your ass gettin’ outta place
If I ever find you behaving improperly

It’s ’96 and I ain’t lettin’ shit slide
It's 1996 and I won't tolerate anything

I’ma ride on anyone of
I will come after any one of

You muthafuckas tryna glide
You individuals trying to act cool or superior

With the muthafuckin’ Operation
With our organized group

Getto Records takin’ over the whole nation
Getto Records is claiming dominance over the entire nation

AKA death Row, check the flow
Also known as Death Row, listen to our style

(Cutthroat killas and criminals) Boo!
(Dangerous killers and criminals) Boo!

But we some cold blooded killas
However, we are unfeeling murderers

And we ain’t never got caught because
And we have never been apprehended because

We quiet as a caterpillar
We are as silent as a caterpillar

So if you ever wanna question our ability
So if you ever want to doubt our capability

You better bring plenty of artillery
You need to bring a lot of weapons

‘Cause we got Hillary in the gut
Because we have Hillary - a dangerous individual - on our side

Don’t stand by
Don't just stand there

For any muthafucka ready to die
For anyone who is prepared to die

If only I knew then what I know now
If I only had the knowledge back then that I possess now

I wouldn’t have wasted my time
I wouldn't have spent my time unwisely

Sellin’ ki’s and pounds
Selling kilos and pounds of drugs

But that was then, and this is now
However, that was in the past, and now is the present

I can’t dwell on the past
I can't focus on the past

I got rhymes to write
I have lyrics to write

I’m tired of watchin’ other niggas
I'm fed up with watching other individuals

Gettin’ paid off the mic
Earning money from their rap skills

When I’m knowin’ to myself all
When I am aware that all

These niggas ain’t real
These individuals aren't authentic

Step to the Bottom watch caps get peeled
Challenge me, and see people get hurt

Fuck what you done back in ’86
I don't care about what you did in 1986

Now I’m shakin’ all the fake niggas
Now I'm exposing all the fake individuals

Snitches and tricks
Informants and deceptive people

My days of sittin’ in the
My days of sitting in the

Spot sellin’ rocks is over
Place selling drugs is finished

Don’t playa hate a nigga when
Don't envy or disrespect me when

We tryna get over
We are attempting to succeed

I gives a fuck about your cash, your niggas
I don't care about your money or your friends

Your clout ain’t no fakin’ on the rap
Your influence doesn't matter in the rap game

That ain’t what we about
That's not what defines us

I gots to keep it real
I have to remain genuine

This is Hunters for life
I am committed to the Hunters gang for life

When you think of OFTB, think of sacrifice
When you think of OFTB, think of the sacrifices we make

Now the Cold War’s over
Now that the Cold War is finished

And the comment’ll say
And the public will say

Bust Stop, Low and Flip got cash and checks
Bust Stop, Low, and Flip have money and financial stability

I swear to God I was blessed,? with my niggas
I promise that I was fortunate, with my friends

My bank was? but now it’s bigger
My bank account was small, but now it's larger

Y’all braggin’, flossin’ the rag and flaggin’
You all boast and show off your gang affiliation

Dusted, pokin’, disgusted life’s a trip
High on drugs, causing trouble, life is chaotic

And it’s all about heat clips and chips
And it's all about guns and money

A menace like Heathcliff
A dangerous figure like Heathcliff (fictional character)

We clips on each hip come equipped
We have guns on each side, ready for action

You always got some shit to spit
You always have something to say

About what you got or about to get
About what you possess or are about to acquire

I got this, I got that, I shot this
I have this, I have that, I shot this

I shot that i got shot at, duck
I shot others, I have also been shot at, be prepared to take cover

Hit the cut and shot back
Quickly retreat and return fire

I got a lick to go and
I have a crime to commit and

Hit in a couple of days
Carry out in a few days

Always revealin’ your ways of gettin’ paid
Always exposing your methods of earning money

Participatin’ and twistin’ (come on)
Engaging and distorting (come on)

Spittin’ ‘bout all the licks you done hit
Boasting about all the successful crimes you have committed

But nigga that don't mean shit
But buddy, that doesn't mean anything

Fuck the past, nigga
Forget about the past, man

It’s all about now I got the heat in hand
It's all about the present, I am armed

I’m ‘bout to blast
I am about to shoot

You can see me comin’ from a mile away
You can easily spot me from a distance

So make way for the nigga named DK
Give way for me, DK

Forever on the edge, place is narrow
Always on the verge, space is limited

Dressed like a sparrow with a
Clothed like a small bird with a

Sawed off double barrel
Shortened shotgun with two barrels

See what you done was so terrible
Realize that your actions were extremely bad

That when I finish dumpin’ it’s
That after I finish shooting, it will

Gonna take a miracle
Require a miracle

This here is for the mob
This is for the gang

The Hunters on the job
The Hunters gang is active

When the heat is in the
When the danger is present

House they gettin’ robbed, yeah
They are being robbed, yeah

Leavin’ ‘em with a muthafuckin’? style
Leaving them impressed with our unique style

Watts in the house, oh my god, banger
Representing Watts, it's amazing and impressive

From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom
From the lowest point to the highest, and vice versa

I’m gone get with ‘em while I still got ‘em
I will join them while I still can

I’ll rock this? ’til it turn to a boulder
I will continue to dominate this until it becomes an unmovable obstacle

My game gettin’ colder and colder
My skills are becoming more and more intense

Man, you better realize
Man, you need to understand

And keep your eyes on the prize
And stay focused on the goal

Only the strong survive, on my side
Only the strongest make it through, and they are on my side

Game to the youngstas, peep game
Advice for the younger individuals, pay attention

Snoop Dogg is the name
My name is Snoop Dogg

Dogg Pound is the gang
The Dogg Pound is the gang

I’ma twist it, so listen
I will change it up, so listen

Death Row, OFTB, DPG
Death Row, OFTB, Dogg Pound Gang

On a mission, to the t-o-p
On a mission, to the top

From the bottom, baby B, can’t you see,?
Starting from the bottom, baby B, can't you see?

‘Cause that’s the? you gots
Because that's how we are

To peep the styles
To observe our unique approaches

I wish I knew then what I know now
I wish I had known back then what I currently know

But I don’t? so I can’t fake the funk
But unfortunately, I don't know, so I can't pretend to know

(fake the funk, fake the funk)
(pretend to know, pretend to know)

Wack rappers on the mic, shall I kill ‘em?
Untalented rappers on the microphone, should I eliminate them?

Damn right, if you claim the wrong set
Absolutely, if you associate with the wrong group

You better tell ‘em
You should warn them