* send corrections to the typist [Intro - Kurupt] One timers are ignored and suckers are banged on (bitch!) Busters get popped in they mouth for nothing (bitch!) Yeah, it's Kurupt Young Gotti, Against the Grain. Holocaust 92's started! And y'all bitch ass niggaz gotta beat it. Just to let y'all know nigga... I'm Back! Keepin' it real gangsta'd up... and bitches get banged on too... bitch [Chorus X3 - Kurupt] I'm Back! Where ya at? Back home Where ya headed? To the hood What you up to? No good, motherfucker! [Verse 1 - Kurupt] llac's ain't never scraped like it Hopped up jumped and ran away like it Wrapped up in rope and yellow tape like it Never was collected, never was respected Never was ejected, just up and left it Socked niggaz decrepit, nigga I'm Back! Mini 14's selected nigga, I'm Back! Select your selections nigga, I'm Back! Mark up the sections nigga, I'm Back! Napalm and auto, hell in Acapulco Fuck international, I'm Death Row loco With a trigger man and a Death Row logo again And all permits are passed to go loco again I can spritz, I can skitz and I spits like vipers Gotti's a sniper, nigga I spits like gatlings With a new Commander-in-Chief that appointed me Captain [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Kurupt] A walking semi-auto, Ricardo the Great Going bananas, bonkers as baboons and apes I love the homies; just tell me whether the homies love me? Positioning myself to a higher degree Remember me? Calico Jerome, motherfucker Teflon took the tone, motherfucker c'mon lift your face, chest up, and your chin Hold it steady, tell the homies, hold up Don't slap them cos I'ma be the first one to throw bombs at em And I'ma be the first one to throw a chrome in em And I'ma be the first one to thunderdome with em Nigga, this is Kurupt Young Gotti in case you don't know me This ain't for the homies this is for my enemies only! [Chorus X3] [Interlude - Kurupt adlibs] [Verse 3] I'm in Vegas with Vegas, motherfucker Gangstaz smashing through Vegas motherfuckers Let me show you something that you never seen before Gangsta'd up on the eastcoast with chucks on the floor, motherfucker Yeah motherfucker, shut the fuck up let's go heads motherfucker Oh you think the shit here is a game Like the fire and torch when I spit the flame Like the angle you're at ain't really your aim Like when you see the mist this definitely ain't your aim Like, I'm really sposed to interact with lames? Young Gotti Against the Grain, motherfucker [Chorus X3] [Outro - Kurupt] And all you bitches, eat a dick. See me on the streets, ya dig? (Young Gotti'll tell 'em) You hoes, you hoes, you bitches... It's Kurupt! Young Gotti, motherfuckers, Young Gotti And y'all know who I'm talking to, I'ma see y'all... I'ma see y'all at the next awards show, punks!