hurt someone

dogpound gangsters! yeah

nigga! ride!

i come from the darkness

the hardest place ever to mark this

body outline chalk-style

look at the carcass

as i roll you down the dimly lit

ever tinted streets of compton

a place where niggas throw grenades in the cemetery

i don't even get it the hatred is pretty scary

and since everybody's with it

tends to get a lil' blurry 'til there's nothing right

niggas out in this calm again

to the niggas on the porch smokin' bomb again

now they could be in the suburbs on them brightly painted curbs

puffin' the herb and lookin' for somebody to swerve on

but no!

it's back to the hood again where the enemys prospects look good again

where the packs keep moving and the products got us caught up

and fuckin' our own lot up in heaven

our own niggas shot up

it ain't us

wake up

it ain't us

wake up

from something to nothing and truly amazing

like whimsical brushlines on bob ross paintings

but this is psycho art

meaning the portrait would consists

of body parts of unsuspecting victims

a leg and an arm

a face and a mouth-hung

becomes the canvas for us to recite the convo

exchange chains like cinnabites and hook flesh

now you're covered in blood my don't you look fresh

picture it perfect like a photo shoot

rehearse

research the product and spit it up in the vocal booth

mellow-dramatic

an act of wickedness!

in the essence that we exude to treat you people like a sickness!

we just came here to hurt somebody!

we just came here to hurt someone!

we just came here to hurt somebody!

we just came here to hurt someone!

you ain't even worth the download

we come in six different covers

you ain't even got a barcode?!

i'm in the sold-out club rockin' the bomb show

while you stand outside sellin' your cd for survival

i'm a revival of the wickedness

you want the title come and get it

this is not even your sickest spit

you put it in with a half of what i can hit you with

and i bet in about 16 seconds

you'll be stealin' it

i'm into this with an interest to invent

a new way to rid us of all your whack existence

for instance

fuck resistance!

all who ain't down can get dealt with! it's business!

i'll leave you chinless like a birth defect

kidnap your pops n' put your old earth to rest and i suggest

another way to impress

all the people in your life that you call friends

yeah!

we just came here to hurt somebody!

we just came here to hurt someone!

we just came here to hurt somebody!

we just came here to hurt someone!

we came here to bring the drama and fear

clear it up perfectly

willingly to see the veneer

i'm carrying like a ghost on america's most

west coast fuck ya up motherfucker

leave you comatose

fresh out the dungeon

i run this to a

't' daz dillinger

dilligent

nigga

d.p.g

old school

new school

diggy acts a fool

efficient with the tool

breakin' all the rules

spray ya block up!

knock up the baddest bitch

homie catch a hot one if you ain't payin' attention

this is what u do

you gots ta pay the pumps!

niggas

now realize i'm the motherfuckin' boss!

it's the flame that causes inferno

inflamate anything from your neck to your sternum

kurupt

d.a. motherfuckin' givin' 'em z's

infiltries of amazing degrees

there's too much turmoil

your hood turn to toil

i got these special edition chucks

especially made for snoop

daz

n' kurupt

they call biscuits

d-o-double g-y

biscuits

the bitches love 'em

wanna see why?

keep on yackin' and i'mma kick back by

kick her daddy and chest and buss 'em in his eye

dumpin' all your homies that are tryin' to ask why

cause

we just came here to hurt somebody!

we just came here to hurt someone!

we just came here to hurt somebody!

we just came here to hurt someone!

we just came here to hurt somebody!

we just came here to hurt someone!

we just came here to hurt somebody!

we just came here to hurt someone!