Chronic 2000

[Verse 1: VK]
Release the funkiness out of the chamber, Let's see who remains
See who got the knack with the irrevocable, indisputable brain
Well unquestionably it's VK, Holler Mayday
I'm comin' out to play, la la na na
Yo, years went by because I knew what I could do. What's that?
Take the microphone and hold my own against any crew
Cuz all I live to do is this
Flex my plex and release cuts and layed back with the sticky buddha sets
Partna it don't even make no sense be this hype
Atomic lyrics hittin' ya fools makin' your fingaz drop the mic
Handlin' buisness, Who's da first eye to eye witness
To feel the pain on the brain and plus get put on my shit list
I'm takin' bones and slashin' 'em. Don't forget about your wrists
I'm takin 'em pullin you like you was a Bitch
Huh, My shit is addictive like that sticky green chronic
Had you lookin' up in the sky, thinkin' you bionic

Hook: Treach
It's time to throw your dubs up
Westside...
It's time to tear da fuckin' clubs up
That's Right...
Chronic 2 on the Jersey Set
Eastside...
For all y'all niggas who ain't heard me yet
We Ride!

Verse 2: Treach
Okay, it's time to blaze the new millenium
I got a dick to smack a bitch and make her Kitty cum
Fuck wit Dimes, plus I trickle wit' the ghetto nickles
Fuck 5-0, I got a land-to-air stolen missle. Death Row!
And you thought this shit was shut down? Fuck you
You might see me, 'Pac and Suge round
Buying weed from a chronic spot uptown
Cuz niggas ain't dead, they fed, rollin' wit Jersey
30,000 project niggas is wildin'
Cuz we da niggas dat'll jack yo ass, smack yo ass
Take all yo ass's caps, cast and cap yo ass
You fuckin buckin' wit da beast from the east
Best from the west, clout from the south, and nothin' less from the midwest
Like Mex I'm too close on two coasts
Numero uno, Wild as Cujo, bitch you know
On the side that'll snatch a snitch, Catch yo Bitch
Rap for kicks, Then smack yo rick

Hook: x2

Verse 3: VK
Why try, I came equipped to throw your whole clan off
So pull your weapon it's a woman to man stand-off
I woulda called your crew for you but the sorry stacks ran off
Ima make the world see what I already saw
VK's switchin' the game now I be a legit baller
We could go straight up or we could switch it to (?)
I's a ghetto scholar, with the power to show improve
You pray for my destruction, I execute the plan that you used
I don't care who you send, no one is equivelent
I took your script now you look annerexic on Fen Phen
Death Row ain't finished
So now you must be thee, and I witness the dimishin'
From a born hustler, Climbin' ya
Grippin' ya by ya juggler, disconect yo mainframe
And disrespect ya like old furniture
Mad atcha, unleashin this VK and Death Row gat atcha
Flippin'...(?), ...(?)...Spatula

Hook: x2