What Would You Do
Kurupt & Daz Dillinger Lyrics

Yeahhh, back up in yo ass with a twenty sack
Kurupt and Daz Dillinger are back and ready to get high

Don't wanna fuck with me
Don't even try to mess with us

Dogg Pound Gangstas
They belong to the Dogg Pound crew

We do it like that
They do things their way

Motherfuckers out there be like, takin our styles
Other rappers try to copy their style

Be trying to do they own little dissing
They try to diss them but fail

But they can't do it, you know
They can't do it like Kurupt and Daz

So we gonna, do it like this
They're going to continue doing things their way

Sit back relax and get a cool one
Chill out and have a drink

Have you ever heard of a slaughter, I oughta start dippin
Kurupt is about to start killing it on the mic

Sippin on that S-T get's me to trippin
Kurupt gets high on gin and juice

I don't slips I bangs
Kurupt doesn't make mistakes, he dominates

With that mad ass Dogg Pound Gang it's a DPG thang
Kurupt and Daz belong to the gang and represent their crew

Kurupt from the S.C
Kurupt is from South Central LA

You wanna test me let's see if you'll survive .45 times
Challenging Kurupt is a dangerous game

Like a hollow point headed for your dome
Kurupt's rhymes are like bullets aimed at your head

Take a couple of steps, turn around and it's on
Turn your back on Kurupt at your own peril

Couldn't withstand the murderous mental
Kurupt's rhymes are lethal

I subdue, and then take two to your temple
Kurupt can take down anyone with ease

When I cause holocoust from what's spittin
Kurupt's rhymes can annihilate everything in their path

Niggas collapse and when the straps is clickin
People get scared when they hear the sound of Kurupt's gun

Look, this is how it's done nigga, one two three
Kurupt is confident and knows he's a great rapper

I grab my strap you best run nigga
Don't mess with Kurupt, he's armed and ready to defend himself

I gives a fuck, Kurupt's the kingpin of the click
Kurupt is in charge of his crew

Littlest G, with the biggest dick
Kurupt may not be physically big, but he has a big presence

Shit, a motherfucker better recognize
People should show respect to Kurupt

With a twist of my wrist like O.J. you all die
Kurupt can kill you with just a flick of his wrist

I snack on motherfuckers like a bone
Kurupt eats up other rappers with ease

Known to be the shit upon the microphone ever since I was born
Kurupt has been great on the mic since he was born

Not to ever love a bitch
Kurupt doesn't trust or love women

Learned game after game, that's why we are the best
Kurupt and Daz have been in the game for a long time and are the best at what they do

Motherfuckers be gankin styles minute after minute
Other rappers keep copying their style

But soon as you did it I smelled the niggas shitted
They recognize when others try to copy their style and fail

Now what would you do
The focus shifts to the listener

If you could fuck with me and my crew
If the listener were to challenge Kurupt and Daz

But you can't so don't even think about
But the listener can't, so they shouldn't even try

Steppin in the motherfuckin house
Trying to challenge Kurupt and Daz in their territory

Bitches butterfly all day, while I steady make my pay
Women come and go, but making money is a priority for Kurupt and Daz

Every single day in the LBC
Kurupt and Daz represent the Long Beach area every day

Cruising through the Eastside, me and Lil' Style
Kurupt and Lil' Style are cruising through the Eastside of LA

When I back up a green six-fo' busting freestyles
Kurupt raps while driving his green six-fo'

There's no escape, give me the papes and the tape case
If you owe Kurupt money, you can't escape him

How much money can a nigga make in one place
Kurupt wants to make as much money as possible

The review, ain't shit new
There's nothing new to review

You stupid motherfuckers can't fuck with my crew
Other rappers can't compete with Kurupt and Daz

I see all these niggas trying to get with my kin folk
Kurupt sees other rappers trying to join his crew

Get so many busters on the West Coast
There are many fake rappers on the West Coast

And then to say the least
To say the least

I see a few trick ass niggas layin low on the East Coast
There are some fake rappers on the East Coast too

And the question is asked
The question is asked

Do you wanna rap, scrap or blast to that nigga Daz
Do you want to rap, fight, or shoot Daz?

I'll be the first one to him em
Daz will strike first

Oh yeah, fuck B.G. Knocc Out and every nigga down with him
Daz disses B.G. Knocc Out and his crew

Cause I'm a Natural Born Killer
Daz is a killer by nature

In a Steeler hat motherfucker cuz it's like that
Daz wears his Steeler hat proudly

There's so many motherfuckers that I can include
Daz has many enemies

Whose quick to blast motherfuckers in a feud
Some people are quick to use guns in a confrontation

It doesn't make a difference, cuz it's about
It doesn't matter, because it's all about

Who's the quickest on the draw to end all existence
Who's the quickest to shoot and kill the opposition

For instance, let's take these Ruthless fools
For example, let's talk about the Ruthless Records crew

These Ruthless fools and the Pound in one room
If Ruthless and the Pound were in the same room

Assume, it's only for conversation, so let's
Assuming it's only for talking, let's

Conversate slip a nigga the .38 then dip
Talk and then shoot someone with a .38 and leave

Empty out the clip
Shoot all the bullets in the gun

Mind on stead-trip, cuz niggas talk shit
Kurupt and Daz are focused and don't care about haters

Now if, a nigga had a prayer before a nigga died
If someone prayed before they died

Would the nigga be dead or would he stay alive
Would the prayer have made a difference?

And if I was in your shoes, would I survive
If Kurupt and Daz were in someone else's shoes, would they survive?

Probably not, you'd probably let your Glock go pop
They probably wouldn't survive and would shoot their gun

Now drop, to your knees
Get down on your knees

And picture Dat Nigga Daz flowing in the breeze
Think about Daz being carefree and relaxed

From the twitch of the eyes
From a small movement in the eyes

You can see the line, just know it when you see it
You can tell what's going on, just trust your instincts

Cause it messes up the flow, to the real fillings y'know
Talking about real emotions can ruin the vibe

And I'd rather be sipping on a glass of wine
Daz would rather relax with a drink

Can you feel yourself in the room with Everlast
Can you imagine being in the same room as Everlast?

Trying to steal a flow, I don't think so
No one can copy their style

Cock-blockers come with their hearts beating jealousy
People try to interfere with their success due to jealousy

Then away like a stray dog
They quickly disappear like a stray dog

Tryin to claim every bitch as his own
They try to claim every woman as their own

Cock-blockers, come in every color
Jealous people come in all colors

Even blue, now this is true
Even cops can be jealous and try to hold them down

Trying to fuck your woman, and even you
They try to sleep with everyone you care about

Now what the fuck would you do, motherfucker
What would you do in their shoes?