If You See Me lyrics

[Kurupt] & Trigga

[Trigga?]
Yeah, yeh what the deal dog
[Where you from?]
BK, NYC, reppin' wid the DPG
Yeah what the dealy
Yo, yo, yo, yo, LAFC
Everything else cool, the Wu-Tang is the best
Dogg Pound's the best

Verse 1: Trigga

Mic accurate, trade darts TL
Slight tint DL, quick flash
Smooth as a baby's ass
Lyrical addicts, murder mics like a savage
And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos
Transactions, C-notes for the kilos
'Bout our money, killa bees love the honey
Puttin' a sting, on warriors in the ring
Get mashed out initiation face slashed out
Block dropper, drama action like I won an Oscar
Eye on me, feds spy on me
It's them cops in the choppers that play the roof
Ready to snipe, stay bulletproof
Ease up on the over proof
Level head the liable and leave ya for dead
Fill fulla lead
Incidents, classified accidents
No evidence, po-po innocent crime pays
I guess it's the American ways
Far from slaves
Yet behind bars and cage
Fair exchange clicked ya bow wid ya 12-guage
Verse 2: Baby S

It's time for me to do this sh*t for all my years hurtin'
See these other n*ggas bustin' raps that ain't workin'
I'm j*rkin' the game, heavyweight pocket exchange
Touch my n*ggas that's broke and hope them n*ggas do the same
Pause, squeeze ya balls wid no drawls
Down for the cause and hoes takin' off they drawls
Y'all, n*ggas, ain't knowin' the half
Everywhere I go feel like I'm runnin' from crash
My intention to smash fast plex on elevators
Sacked a hell a haters crime raider on the fader
I'm major now, women hit me on my pager
While I'm puffin' on the bombay
The vietnam way... pimpin' in a calm way
And rule one, never let a b*tch know where your baby mom's stay

Hook:

Now if you see me creepin' through SC
Just walk on by, n*gga, just walk on by
Before you f*ck up my high
Before you f*ck up my high
Before you f*ck up my high

If you see me in the NYC
Just walk on by, n*gga, just walk on by
Before you f*ck up my high
Before you f*ck up my high
Before you f*ck up my high
Verse 3: Short Khop

Got the session on lockdown
Make way for the c*cked pound
Best to give it all you got now fool
For this new era, new order, new terror, new torture
Run up and extort ya
Abort ya missions
Escort physicians to the spot you and I met rep for combat
Where the bomb at, Khop'll palm that
n*ggas I been there and done that
Catch a contact
By drainin', try trainin'
Holla when you've perfected ya aimin'
Ready for a taming
And catch me at the spot wid this clown gashed up
Ya found me in his wife face down ass up
No stoppin' this, I'm most poppinest
Anything to the left of monotonous
Mister Khopadopalous
Blockin' this hold ya down tech potent
Any n*gga second guessin' keep his face opened

Verse 4: Kurupt

Check it out, got games, crackle
Clash of the titans up against the crackin'
Come to f*ck you up, stuck you up
n*ggas bust, n*ggas lookin' like Kurupt
What the f*ck you want?
All at you motherf*cking small fry small guy
Motherf*ckin' small cat, beat wid pipes poles and bats
Blast wid a small gat
Run, and bust till his lungs collapse
And hit the corner pocket
But first strip his pockets
He shouldn'ta got caught in the mixture
See I'm the type of n*gga to pull out the paintbrush
And the board and the paper and paint a picture
You shootin' and got shot
We shoot ya, Drex Luthor
They pull pistols, we pull bazookas
I'm a 6-4 rap, 44 mag calicos and mass
Double bags caught cash
Wid cash on cash dub sacks new blocks
Baby S, El Drex, Kurupt, Trigga and Short Khop
Hook:

When you see me wid a DPG
Just walk on by, n*gga, just walk on by
Before you f*ck up my high
Before you f*ck up my high
Before you f*ck up my high

And if you see me in the ING
Just walk on by, n*gga, just walk on by
Before you f*ck up my high
Before you f*ck up my high
Before you f*ck up my high
Before you f*ck up my high

Verse 5: El-Drex

Yo, yo, verbal seizures
Coming from the black Johnny Fever
You bought your heater turn like Tina when Ike beat her
We kidnapped ya girl and ain't feed her she's a heavy bleeder
At this point you realize that you ain't really need her
Cats that get it betta stand on they pivot
Life is rigid from the business and pleasure, when you miss it
Oh well forget it wipe my pinkie ring when you kissed it
Couldn't keep ya distance, so things was done deliberate
A G-thing, this cost cash is not a free thing
When we sing that's when they bring the jealousy thing
But that alerts me, the low and dirty wanna hurt me
They equal to the numbers on Robert Parish jersey
Blood thirsty ten O.Gs in black derbies
We throw things, I got a arm like Testaverde
It's Drex Andretti the live lyrical compulsive
Betta contact ya physician for over dosage
You lost ya focus, realize what you get
A little bit of good sh*t
And a lot of bullsh*t
Now you wounded
So you got exactly what you earned
You look forward to Drex just like a tax return

Hook:

When I'm in the 2-F-I-V-E
Just walk on by, just walk on by
Before you f*ck up my high
Before you f*ck up my high
Before you f*ck up my high
Before you f*ck up my high

If you see me in the NYC
Just walk on by, n*gga, just walk on by
Before you f*ck up my high
Before you f*ck up my high
Before you f*ck up my high
Before you f*ck up my high
Before you f*ck up my high
f*ck up my high

[Kurupt shouting out Brooklyn and various DPG members]

All I wanna say
f*ck THESE n*ggAS MAN!
Yo, first of all
After all this is over
We still all go to sleep
And we still wake up in the morning
So give thanks to God
Cause he loves us
For real, for real