"Nine & Chrome Fiend" lyrics

Say
Gangsta microphone fiend
Either you dope or you ain't dope, oh
Kurupt is the microphone fiend
Gangsta microphone fiend
Either you dope or you ain't dope, oh
Crip, microphone fiend (Serious)
Microphone fiend, ah, ah
Gangsta microphone fiend
Oh, gangsta microphone fiend
Oh, oh

I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphones instead of cones of ice cream
Hood orientated when gangsta rap was originated
Nickels, semis, or K's, complicated
'Cause I grab the K and dump and spray at y'all
The homies take it and say that I'm too small
A fool 'cause I don't get upset
I start to thunder and make the set swarm
Then I jet back to the ave
Crenshaw Avenue Arab, then grab another K to blast
One after the other one, then I dump another one
We get the chip and skate and then chip another one
I get a cravin' like I fiend for nicotine
Sit back and dip my cigarette, know what I mean?
My phrases, calicos, and gauges, verbally amazin'
Spread it, it's contagious
Thought of 'cause it's sort of an addiction
Magnetize when the clip shift
Vocals, vocabulary, the hood that you're stuck in
The homies gon' bang on, volcanoes eruptin'
Rhymes overflowin', gradually growin'
Everything is written a code so it can coincide
My thoughts a guide
.38s, MACs, and 9s
The invincible poetry poltergeist, Young Adolf
Nice, Kurupt Gotti, Vincent Price
P-R-E-C-I-S-E
The hood operatin', operatin' correctly
Now spin your revolvers, we gotta have it
Twins revolvin', semis and 'matics
It's Gotti, the sniper's on, Black terrorist
I fiend for a knife and chrome, black heroin
Soon as the gauge kick, chip
Semi, a gauge, and a nickel, three equip
And I'll put you in a mood
Or is it a state of unawareness?
Gladiator, shift the equator
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
A assassinator if the people ain't steppin'
You see a part of me that you never seen
When I'm fiendin' for a 9 and chrome, I'm a 9 and chrome fiend
After 12, I'm worse than a gremlin
A couple nickels and I start tremblin'
This feeling's intense, incidents and homicide
But this ain't the cinema of Tales from the Darkside
By any means necessary, this is what has to be done
Make way, the hood gon' come
Storm-cut material
Jersey imperial
It's a must that I bust any 9 you hand to me
It's inherited, it runs in the family
I dropped the straw which broke the camel's back
If that didn't break it, I'm cockin' eleven MACs
Now, I don't wanna have to let off, the homies let off
Who you tryna ****, peck off
**** and gentlemen, you're about to see
A pastime hobby that's 'bout to be
Taken to the maximum in a Maxima
Hype as a hypochondriac in a 'Lac on dubs
Hell of a Oakland quote
Indica smoke, locs, spokes and ropes, raw coke spread and soak
Provoke more than a act up, you should've backed up
For those that smack up need to be more than clapped up
Any entertainer, I got a chamber changer
One-on-one torture, mangler ranger
So close your eyes and hold your breath
And I'ma hit ya, spittin' fours and tefs
Before you go, you'll remember you seen
The fiend of the microphone
I'm the 9 and chrome fiend

Say
Gangsta microphone fiend
Either you dope or you ain't dope, oh
Kurupt is the microphone fiend
Gangsta microphone fiend
Either you dope or you ain't dope, oh
Crip, microphone fiend
Gangsta microphone fiend
Going from the top, give me one, just one more out
Gangsta microphone fiend
Oh
Oh, Kurupt