Kurupt
Gin and Juice Freestyle (Death Row)
(K-Solo)
..Turn around, who do you see
K-Solo and I'm strapped with the mad-ass-posse
Step, you better run quick, cause if you dont, you'll get kicked
Boy and you'll get stuck to the rap flow, so you'll never fuck around, never again with Solo, yo
Would I give another n*gga a chance to knock me out the box, naw Solo, the n*gga gotta be stopped
So I hit em down, and let you know the K-S-O-L-O dun got his muthafuckin ass spellbound
Who's the free style artist, who is the hardest, who's the baddest fuckin freestyle rap artist
K-Solo y'all, K-Solo y'all, K-Solo y'all
They never been through, what we went through, so when I skip to my lew(?), I say fuck you
Who wants to get with, I got some hard shit, K-Solo only came to make the stage rip
It's like that too, and like that y'all, K-Solo came back and it's like, that, y'all
You can't fuck around with the sound, I freestyle on the mic just to back MC's down
Caution, be on before you enter, but yo if strapped you meet me in the center
So check on the regular set, K-Solo and Kurupt catch wreck

(Kurupt)
Check me out, one little n*gga tried to step he got snatched up, tryna fuck with me all the rest, get yo cash up
Don't you know Kurupt the kingpin of this click, I flow break em down like that and like this
And yo bitch on my dick but I don't love that hoe, I smack her quick, then i go mob with the Row
Lil n*gga can't fade, so I'm knockin him down, I hit him up two times, and then I throw up the Pound
Lil pussy ass n*ggas get broke in half, when I flex, and I floss, all they thought to grab
If you stepping up to me, then Ima whoop yo ass, Ima dash in the back with Daz with your caps
Little punk ass n*ggas get broken, I'm no jokin, L.A., yelling and telling it, not from Oakland
You singing, believing, muthafuckers can stand away, I grip a microphone in my motherfucking hand
I start rippin, and slippin, and trippin, hittin him fast and the way I flow
My reaction is to get raw, I have my balls, I break balls, I mack, just a pimp, kickin out with Doggy-Dogg
Mr. Solo, I can can kick a rhyme, I know a BOLO, yo know, I could give a fuck and I don't love em hoes
They suck my dick, I did it all fast, when I blow I break em off, so you bust on that ass
(K-Solo)
I'm a hardcore rap renegade, I'm just a hardcore rap renegade, Dr Dre is a hardcore rap renegade, my business is as hard as a grenade(?idk)
If double that was 24 punks got shot in the back, verbal assault means 48 n*ggas attacked
My rhymes are mad rough and tough, hold your breath, run n*gga, I'm about to make you suffer
K outta oxygen who wants to be the respitorial system, blown in hell for (?)
R-kim, D.O.C, Dre, Bullgard, Nate from my Boulevard, make up my new entourage
I add R-kim after that, pass the (?), I saw you jackers want attack from the back
I'm on these concrete, streets, that never diss K-Solo, been doing this rap shit ever since
If I was a bridge, I know a (?)...above the water..(?)
I had hard rhymes on my recorder, which means all them bridges come tumblin down, now I'm in the water
My vocabulary, pass muthafuckas up, when I freestyle, I be chewin MCs up
Caution, you enter, this rap with my flow, n*gga meet me in the center
Hands on your camo, come equipped, when I squeeze the trigger from the hip, I reload, within the clip
So check the wreck on the regular set, K-Solo gets wrecked

(Kurupt)
Fuck it, muthafuckas get broke down when I flex and I give it all and I bust a couple rounds
See me, steppin, grippin on my weapon, thats kept in, the back, ayo I bust a cap
Leave the fact, like this and like that, matter a fact, I'm bussin and makin them n*ggas they dropping, ayo I'm poppin them, off
Matter a fact, I have no flaws, you wanna flex and blow my flow cause you know that I'm raw
D.O.C. is in the muthafuckin house tonight, when I flow, yo I'm turning hoes out the door
You wanna see me, but yet you can't be me, I gets a beard, then appear just like a genie, I wear a black beanie
Muthafuckas get murdered and if you hoes in my way, then Ima serve her
And I can give a fuck about what ya yellin, ay check me bailin, I'm tellin, these bitches be steppin to me but then they Ellen
And this is check checkin the rhymes that i be kickin, critics be (?)
Murderer, killing muthafuckas
D-O-C, S-N-double O-P, D-A-Z