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Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come an |
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I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder, I heard her when she screamed the drop 'Coz her son caught the slug Relate this to no choice And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop Remember, the first brother to run is the first to get shot Whoever said that what I say and portray is negativity Need to come kick it in the city with me And find the black and crack the fact They take that back because they really can't deal with that There's too many brothers that's tryin' to calm If other people could get it, nobody wouldn't deal with it Appetite for destruction But before he decide to quit, he gotta commit Murder in the first degree, a manslaughter Takin' a life of his wife and young daughter A whole city of women that be smokin' up And the brothers is killin', it's straight loc-in' up Whoever say what I'm sayin's for greed The 9, even what they tryin' to feed, my appetite for destruction You guys know who I'm talkin' to Say what? The appetite is tremendous, so I'm gonna spin this [Incomprehensible] because they ask me to end this Some trouble that I caught 'coz I was nosy Some brother tried to take advantage because of the kamikaze He took a swing from my hand, thought I was faded Start runnin' for the door but it seems he never made it The sound of the 9 went *** And I don't care [Incomprehensible] 'coz it ain't no thing 'Coz I'm a brother you can't sleep on So set the alarm because I hit and destroy like a bomb I do damage with a 9 in my hand But the average sucker that don't know me, don't understand I'm from the streets, so therefore You know I don't care for A brother that ain't down with the real, real, real, real, yo And that's the way to track out a flow, ain't even sober At any time that the 9 wanna leave I got a 38 hidden up the sleeve And it's ready to go to war 'coz that's what it's here for I shoot down a million suckers and shoot one more And that's the million and one, they couldn't hang with the appetite 'Coz they wasn't rappin' right So I had to destroy whoever was standin' in my presence For interferin' with the essence, appetite for destruction Cops put a hurt on your *** man, you know They really degrade you, I suppose you don't believe s*** They don't believe in cops degrade you Oh come on, those *** those people was resistin' arrest Check it out, yo, in the house, yo So I can show and flow and let the people know So won't you ease on down to the Yellow Brick Road to Compton? But first let me show you somethin' I possess the 10 commandments of the hip hop brother Known as the thief and murderer First one, all abide brother with the attitude Gotta give respect 'coz you know I'll break your neck Second one, always gotta do it outta wedlock I like it when it goes snack, crackle and pop Number three, I'm a gangsta fanatic I smoke any fools tryin' to cause some static Number four, here's what's in store A crazy young brother that remains hard core Fifth one, my killin's just begun I pulled out my gun, now that'll keep me on the run Step six, hmm, it's kinda tricky Can't forget that I'm one they call 'Quick' To the ones who tries to play the E By the time you reach 'Seven', you'll be 6 feet deep Number eight, make no mistake Move real slicky and you're bound to catch your prey Ninth one, I gotta be raw Get any brain once your man made law Last but not least, I must be real Number ten is my appetite to kill |
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| 6:19 |
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Yo Dre!! [Ice Cube] It was once said by a man who couldn't quit "Dopeman," please can I have another hit The dopeman said, "Cluck, I don't give a shit if your girl kneel down, and suck my dick" It all happened and the guy tried to choke her Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothin but a smoker That's the way goes, that's the name of the game Young brother gettin over by slangin 'caine Gold around his neck in 14 K heaven Bitches clockin on his dick twenty-four/seven Plus he's makin money, keep the bassheads waitin Rollin six-fo' wit the fresh ass Daytons Livin in Compton, Cailfornia C-A His uzi up yo' ass if he don't get paid Nigga beggin for credit, he's knockin out teeth Clockin much dollars on the 1st and 15th Big wad of money nuttin less than a twenty Yo you want a five-oh the dopeman's got plenty To be a dopeman boy you must qualify Don't get high off your own supply From a ki' to a G it's all about money Ten piece for a champ, bass pipe comes free If people out there are not hip to the fact If you see somebody gettin money for crack he's the Chorus: N.W.A. Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit) Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!) Dopeman, dopeman! (We just can't quit!) Dopeman, dopeman! (Well suck this bitch!) [Dr. Dre] Wait a minute, wait a minute Who the fuck are you talkin to? Do you know who the fuck I am? Man I can't believe this shit This bitch is tryin to gank me Yo I oughta slap you upside yo' head with nine inches of limp dick [Ice Cube] You need a nigga with money so you get a dopeman Juice that fool for as much as you can She like his car, and he get wit her Got a black eye cause the dopeman hit her Let that slide and you pay it no mind Find that he's slappin you all the time But that's okay, cause he's so rich Ain't you ain't nuttin but a dopeman's bitch Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut Poppin that trash might get you fucked up Well sit and cry, if the dopeman strike you He don't give a fuck he got two just like you There's another girl in the dopeman's life Not quite a bitch but far from a wife She's called strawberry and everybody know strawberry strawberry is the neighborhood hoe Do anything for a hit or two Give the bitch a rock she fucked the whole damn crew It might be your wife and it might make you sick Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick Strawberry, just look and you'll see her But don't fuck around she'll give you gonnorhea If people out there are not hip to the fact the strawberry is a girl sellin pussy for crack to the Chorus: N.W.A. Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit) Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, fuck that shit!) Dopeman, dopeman! (In yo' face) Dopeman, dopeman! "Yo Dre!! Kick in the bass!!" [Ice Cube] If you smoke 'caine, you a stupid motherfucker Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker Doin that crack with all the money you got On your hands and knees, searchin for a piece of rock Jonesin for a hit, and you're lookin for mo' Done stole the Alpine out of Eazy's six-fo' You need your ass whupped cause it's out of this earth To get a ten-piece need a dollar fifty work Knucklehead nigga, yeah you turned into a crook but swear up and down boy that you ain't hooked You beat your friend up, and you whupped his ass long cause he hit the pipe til the rock was all gone You robbin and stealin, buggin and illin while the dopeman's dealin, what is healin yo' pain Cocaine, this shit's insane Yo E she's a berry, let's run a train (Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch) me neither Hoe go home and wash out your beaver And niggaz out there messin up people's health Yo, what the fuck you gotta say for yourself? [Eazy-E] Well I'm the dopeman, yeah boy, wear a courderoy Money up to here but unemployed You keep smokin that rock and my pockets gettin bigger (Yo, got that five-oh double up nigga!) Yeah high rollin, big money I'm foldin Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin Sprung strawberry jockin me so early Hoe you wanna hit you gotta get your knees dirty Now that's my life, that's how it's cut "Hey dopeman!" Bitch, shut the fuck up! Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal Gankers got the fake but you can get the real from the Chorus: N.W.A. Dopeman, dopeman! (Yeah that's me) Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo can I get a G?) Dopeman, dopeman! (Clock as much as he can) Fuck this shit who am I? THE DOPEMAN! [Eazy-E (as Mexican guy)] Yo Mr. Dopeman, you think you're slick You sold crack to my sister, and now she's sick But if she happens to die, because of your drug I'm puttin in your coolo, a thirty-eight slug |
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| 5:45 | 
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| 4:27 |
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Ren: Prisoner, like a hostage yo, You should've covered your motherfucking head like an ostrich. Deep in the dirt cause you'se a sucker, And your ass up high so I can kick the motherfucker. Don't try to hang, you best avoid, Cause my foot'll be so far up your ass you'll get hemorrhoids. Before you try to fuck with Ren, I'll put two in your ass, and you'll be shitting in size ten. Dre: First come, first serve, Who else got the nerves, step up and give what you deserve. From the word of a motherfucking hip-hop maniac, Braniac, so what you oughta do is step the fuck back. Now how the fuck you think a rapper lasts, With your ass ain't shit, that is said in the past. Yo, be original, your shit is sloppy, Get off the dick, you motherfucking call-the-coppy. Ren: Falling deep in the drums, with many of styles, That's one of the reasons a nigga ran a hundred miles. Cheating and out, beating the crowd, I kept seating, But weak motherfuckers biting off, and they kept eating. Styles they got are full of bull, cause their vocals are local, In nightclubs, and not getting paid in full. They got the nerve to cuss, only reason niggaz picking your record is cause they thought is was us. Dre: Yo, give 'em what I gotta give, do 'em what I gotto do, You don't care for me, so who gives a fuck about you. You can't harm me, alarm me, Cause we're the generals in this fucking hip-hop army. The Niggaz With Attitudes if you didn't know, We blow, flow, and didn't move slow from the get-go. Yo, time for some taking, Yo fuck this shit, Yella kick the break in. (Aaaah!) It's the real thing, you are now (real, real) niggaz! niggaz! Ren: You can run, but you can't hide, you know I'ma find ya, Cause a nigga like Ren's only two steps behind ya. Don't look back because you're shaking and all scared, A nigga in black can be your scariest nightmare. So sleep with the lights on, forget that the mic's on, Don't step on the motherfucking stage with our nights on. Don't see a psycho, and then you just might go, Mentally fucked up when I let the rifle blow. Dre: All these niggaz with the gibber-jabber, But couldn't kill a fly with a motherfucking sledgehammer. Gangsters in black are out there, But only because, yo, it's the shit that we wear. On my motherfucking dick, But I'ma love it when you drop like a motherfucking brick. So yo, step up, go to bed, cause if you're misled, You'll get a motherfucking bullet in your forehead. Eazy (Ren): Black, the good, the bad, the ugly, see, I love streetwise, nigga you know me. Rolling with some real niggaz, playing for keeps, But you motherfuckers know who run the streets. With that hardcore, hip-hop, rap-shit, (Now how much harder can another nigga get). Trying to be like us, sound like us, drift like us, (Ashes to ashes and dust to dust). So nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, please, Since you're on the dick why don't you drop to your knees. Cause I'm a motherfucker that's out to kill, Eazy E, a nigga that's real. Ren: Real niggaz, straight off the streets of Compton. Quick to getting your shit without a second thought. And if your ass gets smoked, it's my bullet you caught. So if you're talking shit about the niggaz in black, Bow down to the kings, and raid a half. They're played out, that's what niggaz were chatting, One nigga left, and they said we ain't having it. People thought we was finished and done with, But if you think about it, yo, we really ain't done shit. Catch, so cover your ears, and wipe off your tears, And quit sniffing all over my dick for new ideas. And when the new record comes, don't come like a fucking bum, Asking for fucking money to buy you a fucking crumb. You're on the dick so far, niggaz not one, And when it comes to dicks, you don't even have one. So braze yourself, to make sure you don't get fucked up, Cause if I let you slide, it's just cause you're locked up. Don't come up my face again, because I'ma floor ya, And if you're a bitch, I'ma fucking ignore ya. Because my attitude's a little bigger, Cause MC Ren is one of the real niggaz. Dre: Lost in the motherfucking world of madness, sadness, But Dre is just a nigga that's glad it's sucker motherfuckers like you making whack jams, because it only you shows you how dope I am. Never try to ignore us, When I'm expressing, stand still like you're full of riggermortis. Cause I'm a real nigga, but I guess you figure, You could break me, take me, but watch me pull the trigger. Dre is just a nigga with heart, a nigga that's smart, A nigga that's paid to say what others are scared to play. We started out with too much cargo, So I'm glad we got rid of Benedict Arto. Yo, N.W.A., criticized for what we say, But I'ma do this shit anyway. Cause I'm the motherfucking doctor, never faking, Yo Yella, kick the motherfucking break in. (Aaaah!) It's the real thing, you are now (real, real) niggaz! niggaz! (Aaaah!) Yeah motherfucker, it's the real thing, you are now (real, real) niggaz! niggaz! Ren: N.W.A., straight outta motherfucking Compton, Taking over shit in all of the nineteen-nineties, Yo, Dr. Dre, DJ Yella, Eazy E, and I am MC Ren, yo, N.W.A. taking over this motherfucker y'all... |
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| 4:25 |
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"Kick that shit!" -) Flavor Flav {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} cool kickin ass {*scratch*} Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} "Kich that shit!" "Pull up a chair.." -) Rakim {*echoes*} [Verse One: Eazy-E] I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky Nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie Bass drum kickin, to show my shit Rappin holdin my dick boy, I don't quit Crowd rockin motherfucker from around the way I got a six-shooter, yo' mean I'm brave Rollin through the hood, to find the boys to kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise Police on my drawers, I have to pause 40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin my balls I hook a right turn and let the boys go past then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass!" Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits Turn the shit up had the bass cold whompin Cruisin through the Eastside, South of Compton See a big ass, and I say word I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin I, was.. "Cool kickin ass" I, was.. "Raised in L.A." I, was.. "Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'" -) Eazy {"Too, much, posse!" -) Flavor Flav} [Verse Two: Eazy-E] Ridin on Slausson lookin for Crenshaw Turned down the sound, to ditch the law Stopped at a light and had a fit cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit Flipped his ass off, put it to the floor Bottle was empty so I went to the store Nigga on tilt cause I was drunk See a sissy-ass punk, had to go in my trunk Reached inside cause it's like that Came back out with a silver gat Fired at the punk, and it was all because I had to show the nigga what time it was Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage a sissy like that got out of Dodge Sucka on me cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin "Fuck it up y'all!" -) repeat 6X {"YEAH!!!", *guitar riff* -) Beastie Boys} [Verse Three: Eazy-E] Olde English 800 cause that's my brand Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can Drink it like a madman, yes I do Fuck the police and a 502 Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell Three bitches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!" 40 ounce in hand, that's what I got "Yo man you see Eazy earlin in the parkin lot?" Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' hoe Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell no!" Called her a bitch cause that's the rule "Bitch, who you callin a bitch?!" Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt I walked in your face and we get 'em up I start droppin the dogs, and wathc you fold Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold "Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick! Now your fly bitch is all over his dick!" Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin "Stomp a mudhole in your ass!" -) Flavor Flav "Stomp a mudhole in your ass, BITCH!" -) Flav [Verse Four: Eazy-E] Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit up and y'all listen up close to roll call Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce Dre makes the beats so god damn funky Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say Hail to the niggaz from C.I.A. Crazy D is down and in effect We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched to end*} |
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[Dr. Dre]
Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there flakin and perpetratin but scared to kick reality [Ice Cube] Man, you been doin all this dope producin You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is [Dr. Dre] So what you want me to do? {Express yourself!} [Dr. Dre] I'm expressin with my full capabilities And now I'm livin in correctional facilities Cause some don't agree with how I do this I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist I'm droppin flava, my behaviour is hereditary But my technique is very necessary Blame it on Ice Cube; because he said it gets funky when you got a subject and a predicate Add it on a dope beat; and it'll make you think Some suckers just tickle me pink - to my stomach Cause they don't flow like this one You know what? I won't hesitate to diss one or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing this Some drop science; while I'm droppin english Even if Yella, makes it a-capella I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage And brain damage on the mic don't manage - NUTHIN but makin a sucka and you equal Don't be another sequel.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} [Dr. Dre] Now, gettin back to the PG That's program, and it's easy Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow Expressin ain't their subject because they like to follow the words, the style, the trend; the records I spin Again and again and again - yo, you're on the other end Whatch a brother playin dope rhymes, with no help There's no fessin or guessin while I'm expressin myself It's crazy to see people be what society wants them to be, but not me RUTHLESS, is the way to go, they know Others say rhymes which fail to be original or they kill where the hip-hop starts Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts Some musicians cuss at home But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone Yeah, they want reality, but you will hear none They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction Some say no to drugs, and take a stand But after the show, they go lookin for the "Dopeman" Or they ban my group from the radio Hear N.W.A. and say, "Hell no!" But you know it ain't all about wealth As long as you make a note to.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} [Dr. Dre] {Express yourself!} .. from the heart cause if you wanna start to move up the chart then expression is a big part of it You ain't efficient when you flow, you ain't swift Movin like a tortoise, full of rigor mortis There's a little bit more to show I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like an embryo or a lesson - all of 'em expression And if you start fessin, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya I might ignore your record because it has no bottom I get loose in the summer winter spring and autumn It's Dre on the mic, gettin physical Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob! Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this And the knowledge is growin just like a fetus or a tumor, but here is the rumor Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good When I start expressin myself, Yella, slam it Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doin damage Or I'ma be too hyped, and need a straight jacket I got knowledge, and other suckers lack it So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic Ask what it's like - it's like we're gettin hyped tonight Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health But I won't strike if you just.. {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Express yourself!} {Go on and do it..} {Go on and do it..} {*music fades*} |
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| 4:24 |
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Ninety ninety mothafuckin' 1 NWA's back in this mothafuckin' yo Takin' out all you commercicalized ass niggaz And we're on this lay back track And we're doin' this well kinda smooth So what's you're gonna do Dre, Kick it! It's so on le the shit flow on Because I need somethin' to go off on The mothafuckin' D-R-E servin' a death wish So I'm a hit you like this Early in the morning hop into the B-enz I got 44 wayz of gettin' paid Sittin' in my lap as I roll off the Compton blocks To skoop up Ren I heard shots - 1 2 3, Then I see the nigga Hop in de Benz and it was Ren on the mothafuckin' trigger He got in the Benz and said "Dre I was speakin' to de bitch O'shey" [Ice Cube] And as we roll on I seen the patrol on crip So we got ghost because they beat Me and Ren in de black CE, yo, Poppin' some funky shit by de D.O.C I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully I start takin', makin' sure my shit is steady bumpin' A nigga'z ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN' I hear a dope beat Somebody told me to buck dead But if Dre did'nt do it I can't fuck with it NWA is like a mix a fix a trix Real niggaz with big dicks You're takin' a chance when you think that Talkin' under your breath won't lead to young death Fuckin' up shit and shit by the killin' For a nigga labled as bein' - A mothafuckin' Villain But you don't know me, a record can't tell ya I was so afraid I'd be a mothafuckin' faliure Real niggaz got a hat-top breakin' I hooked up with 3 more niggaz and started makin' - Funky-ass shit for your system Might sound nice so it makes you wanna listen to a Sample of a ruthless organization But you don't want the conferntation Real niggaz don't play - Yella, Eazy, Me and the nigga nigga Dre Yo, alwayz makin' sure that my shit is steady bumpin' Yeah, the world's most dangerous group Definetly in this mothafucka Sendin' a shout-out to all the niggaz out there Yo you can get in the pick up and suck de dick up 'till you hick-up You know what I'm sayin' Yo, cuz I'm a nigga for life And I realy don't give a fuck I'm goin' for mine - Every time I see a fuckin' softy - Punk strong as coffee A nigga like that best to back up off me Yo, cuz these are the dayz and the times of de real nigga False niggaz, NWA'z toss' niggaz And that's on de real Cuz I'm a nigga that killz Again and again so tell 'em what's up Ren If i'm not no nothin' I don't feel like So I grab de 9 n' de clip and go to murder mothafuckaz at night Because I'm startin' to feel I'm sittin' in a cell with a crimerz too tragic it could'nt make bail So now they gotta hold me And listen to rehabilizations over and over Sayin' they told me But I don't give a fuck cuz I know my shit is pumpin' A nigga'z ALWAYZ INTO SOMETHIN' |
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| 5:37 |
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Here's a little somethin' bout a nigga like me never shoulda been let out the penititary Ice Cube would like ta say That I'm a crazy mutha fucka from around the way Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out Now I'm the mutha fucka that ya read about Takin' a life or two that's what the hell I do, you don't like how I'm livin well fuck you! This is a gang, and I'm in it My man Dre'll fuck you up in a minute With a right left, right left you're toothless And then you say goddamn they ruthless! Everwhere we go they say [damn!] N W A's fuckin' up tha program And then you realize we don't care We don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah! To drinkin' straight out the eight bottle Do I look like a mutha fuckin role model? To a kid lookin' up ta me Life ain't nothin but bitches and money. Cause I'm tha type o' nigga that's built ta last If ya fuck wit me I'll put a foot in ya ass See I don't give a fuck 'cause I keep bailin Yo, what the fuck are they yellin Chorus: Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "Hopin you sophisticated motherfuckers hear what I have to say" Verse Two: Ice Cube When me and my posse stepped in the house All the punk-ass niggaz start breakin out Cause you know, they know whassup So we started lookin for the bitches with the big butts Like her, but she keep cryin "I got a boyfriend" Bitch stop lyin Dumb-ass hooker ain't nuttin but a dyke Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?" The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw Ren started stompin em, and so did E By that time got rushed by security Out the door, but we don't quit Ren said, "Let's start some shit!" I got a shotgun, and here's the plot Takin niggaz out with a flurry of buckshots Boom boom boom, yeah I was gunnin And then you look, all you see is niggaz runnin and fallin and yellin and pushin and screamin and cussin, I stepped back, and I kept bustin And then I realized it's time for me to go So I stopped, jumped in the vehicle It's like this, because of that who-ride N.W.A. is wanted for a homicide Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass See I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin Yo, what the fuck are they yellin? Chorus: Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "He'll tell you exactly how he feel, and don't want a fuckin thing back" Verse Three: Ice Cube Homies all standin around, just hangin Some dope-dealin, some gang-bangin We decide to roll and we deep See a nigga on Dayton's and we creep Real slow, and before you know I had my shotgun pointed in the window He got scared, and hit the gas Right then, I knew I has to smoke his ass He kept rollin, I jumped in the bucket We couldn't catch him, so I said fuck it Then we headed right back to the fort Sweatin all the bitches in the biker shorts We didn't get no play, from the ladies With six niggaz in a car are you crazy? She was scared, and it was showin We all said "Fuck you bitch!" and kept goin To the hood, and we was fin to Find somethin else to get into Like some pussy, or in fact A bum rush, but we call it rat pack On a nigga for nuttin at all Ice Cube'll go stupid when I'm full of eight ball I might stumble, but I won't lose Now I'm dressed in the county blues Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last If you Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin Yo, what the fuck are they yellin? Interlude: Ice Cube, Dr. Dre [Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit] {Man whatcha gonna do now?} "What we're gonna do right here is go way back" [How far you goin back?] "Way back" "As we go a lil somethin like this" - Slick Rick Here's a lil gangsta, short in size A t-shirt and Levi's is his only disguise Built like a tank yet hard to hit Ice Cube and Eazy E cold runnin shit Verse Four: Eazy E, MC Ren Well I'm Eazy E the one they're talkin about Nigga tried to roll the dice and just crapped out Police tried to roll, so it's time to go I creeped away real slow and jumped in the six-fo' Wit the "Diamond in the back, sun-roof top" Diggin the scene with the gangsta lean Cause I'm the E, I don't slang or bang I just smoke motherfuckers like it ain't no thang And all you bitches, you know I'm talkin to you "We want to fuck you Eazy!" I want to fuck you too Cause you see, I don't really take no shit [So let me tell you motherfuckers who you're fuckin with] Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last If you Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin Yo, what the fuck are they yellin? Chorus: Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "He'll fuck up you and yours, and anything that gets in his way" Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "It's not about a salary, it's all about reality" - KRS One Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin "He'll just call you a low-life motherfucker, and talk about your funky ways" |
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Intro:
And why do we call ourself 'Niggaz 4 Life'. 'Cause if we die we still gon' be some dead niggas. ""You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?"" ""We haven't spotted them yet."" ""But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity."" [MC Ren] A 100 Miles and Runnin'. MC Ren, I hold the gun and You want me to kill a mutherfucker and it's done in. Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct - Is one of the main reasons I don't give a fuck. Chances are usually not good 'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood. And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who. When in a black and white the capacity is two. We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers. Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, mutherfuckers. They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past. Point blank - They can kizz my black azz. I didn't stutter when I said ""Fuck Tha Police"". 'Cause it's hard for a nigga to get peace. Now it's broken and can't be fixed. 'Cause police and little black niggers don't mix so Now I'm creepin' through the fall. Runnin' like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y'all. So for now pack the gun and Hold it in the air. 'Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of Runnin'... ""Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run."" ""FBI sources tell us that the four are headed"" ""100 miles to their homebase, Compton."" [Eazy E] Lend me a mutherfuckin' ear. So I can tell you why... [Dr. Dre] Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the homebase. With a steady pace on the face that just we raced. The road ahead goes on and on. The shit is gettin' longer than the mutherfuckin' marathon. Runnin' on but never runnin' out. Stayin' wired and if I get tired, I can still try out. Hitchhikin' if that's what it gotta do. But nobody's pickin' up a Nigga Witta Attitude. Confused... Yo, but Dre's a nigga with nuthin' to lose. One of the few who's been accused and abused Of the crime of poisonin' young minds. But you don't know shit til you been in my shoes. And Dre is back from the C-P-T. Droppin' some shit that's D-O-P-E. So fuck the P-O-L-I-C-E! And any mutherfucker that disagrees. Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass. 'Cause I'm a nigga known for havin' a notorious past. My mind was slick - my temper was too quick. Now the FBI's all over my dick. [Eazy E] Got us tick and runnin' just to find the gun that started the clock. That's when the E jumped off the startin' block. A 100 Miles from home and ,yo, it's a long stretch. A little sprintin' mutherfucker that they won't catch. Yeah, back to Compton again. Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen. 'Cause niggas been runnin' since beginning of time. Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my mutherfuckin' mind. Runnin' like I just don't care. Compton's 50 miles but , yo, I'mma get there. Archin' my back and on a straight rough. Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the fuck out. >From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by. Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin' Straight at yo ass. A 100 Miles and Runnin'... Interlude: This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton. You're almost there, but the FBI has a little message for you: ""Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide."" Good luck brothers. [MC Ren] Runnin' like a nigga I hate to lose. Show me on the news but I hate to be abused. I know it was a set-up. So now I'm gonna get up. Even if the FBI wants me to shut up. But I've got 10 000 niggas strong. They got everybody singin' my ""Fuck Tha Police"" song. And while they treat my group like dirt, Their whole fuckin' family is wearin' our T-shirts. So I'mma run til I can't run no more. 'Cause it's time for MC Ren to settle the score. I got a urge to kick down doors. At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls. [Dr. Dre] Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'. Dick-tricklin' at the sunny mutherfucker's are ridin'. Started with five and, yo, one couldn't take it. So now there's four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it. The number's even - now I'm leavin'. We're never gettin' took by a bitch with a weave in. Her and the troops are right behind me. But they're so fuckin' stupid, they'll never find me. [Eazy E] One more mile to go through the dark streets. Runnin' like a mutherfucker on my own two feet. But you know I never stumble or lag last. I'm almost home so I better haul ass. Tearin' up everything in sight. It's a little crazy mutherfucker dodging the searchlight. Now that chase, the shit, is done and Four mutherfuckers goin' crazy with A 100 Miles of Runnin'! Outro: Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Surprise, niggas |
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I'm a muthafuking nigga wit an attitude(4x) (Dr Dre) I got a case of spitting in a muthafukers face So me and my ace we got a taste Of a muthafukers billy club he took his gun and Put it to my head and said nigga start running So tell me what's the next episode Is he crazy, does he want to chase me and waste me I thought run nigga run but I caught myself Because my secondary thought was death i get hit hard real but still muthafuker said I want another black muthafuker dead Niggaz ain't good for shit for me 'Cause this is a race fo second class So get your ass up against the wall Bitch And then he tried They jumped me but the punk became a victim of a walkby Fuking wit Dre, you can't afford to be an asshole It's just another way to let you know Niggaz send them,niggaz send them, niggaz send them Punk can't fuk wit me Real muthafuking G (Got that) Straight from the streets of the CPT Telling you why real niggaz don't die (Chorus) I just want to celebrate (2X) (MC Ren) Real niggaz don't die 'cause they eventually multiply The niggaz are wit it but taking out on I Because the times are so wrong, got to stay so strong Niggaz got to keep going on and on And don't let no pail face, they throw your ass in a cell race Have you resident suck a pie in a jail space That's what they want to do 'cause the system is fuked around I try to let you know what the record it's underground They don't give a fuk about a nigga They would rather pull the trigger And have you running from barrels smiling saying geez So nigga get smart and rebel back I'm not wit that black just so I'm not gonna nail that All I see is niggaz getting harrass We can't do nothing about it but get a foot in they ass Yo, but a very nigga grabbed a nine And started shooting muthafukers, it would put them in line And that's how it's suppose to be When the pussy ass niggas try to fuk wit me Yo because the shoes let the dry To kill a nigga cause nigga a muthafuking real nigga don't die Chorus I'm a muthafuking nigga wit an attitude (Eazy-E) Oh let the good die young, so they make me young and bad Putting ass kickings on the niggaz that never had So I guess that makes me tough shit Straight up gangsta, bum nigga to fuk wit So how can a nigga die when he's causing the bloodshed By shooting muthafukas in the head Trying to make a nigga extinct because they fear me But never want to hear me So I'm a let 'em know how a nigga's living Checking for muthafukas cause nobody ain't giving a damn thing To a nigga, a real nigga So I'm living by the muthafuking trigger Cause a nigga ain't afraid of being locked up I'm out of luck, so why should I give a fuk But they still want to try To kill a nigga like me but muthafuking real niggaz don't die Chorus |
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Ah yeah, right about now Compton's in de mothafuckin' house [yeah do it do it]
NWA's in full effect Hey yo yella boy, kick me that funky-ass beat Yeah, who's in de mothafuckin' house? Compton's in the mothafuckin' house! Yeah, Compton's definetly in the house Hey yo Ren, what we're gonna do? [MC Ren] To the people over here To the people over there To the people, the people, the people, people, the people, the people People From everywhere watching the show Paying top dolars because they know When we're on the stage, we're in a mothafuckin' range So Dre, why don't you get the 12 guage [yeah] And show 'em how Eazy-Duz-It So if you punks wanna make somethin' of it Step up, run up, get up, what's up sucker You want some of this? Then you're a stupid mothafucka! Kickin' - like the kick from a kickdrum Yella boy on the drum gettin' dumb Programmin' - a beat that's hittin' And if you listen then you know we're not bullshittin' Dope - like a pound or a key So shut de fuck up and listen to me I make a killin I got money to the ceiling [why's that?] 'cause I'm a mothafuckin' ruthless villain MC Ren - stomping any fool in my way With some help from my homeboy Dre [Dr. Dre] Now my name iz Dre - de mothafuckin' doctor Rippin' shit up [oh yeah] and here to rock ya With some help from my homeboy E The criminal of the ruthless posse Fuckin' it up [word up] iz what we do The reputation of the NWA crew Gettin' busy because we're cold stampin' And we're born and raised And we're born and raised And we're born and raised in Compton Speakin' of Compton, it's makin' me sick [why?] Everybody'z talkin' that crazy shit Sayin' they were raised in the CPT [aha] Just as I was, they try to be like me Poppin' that shit, get the fuck out my face Knowin' that they never even seen the place Claimin' my city is my city they claim Mothafuckaz we're about to put some salt in your game .. Yeah I'm tired of these mothafuckerz runnin' around town, talkin' about They're from Compton and shit, tryin' to get on the bandwagon .. Yeah Dre, I know what you're sayin' man, but let's tell 'em who we're Talkin' about .. WHAT DO YOU CALL A CREW THAT CAN RAP LIKE THAT ...? Yo NWA call 'em mothafuckaz wack.. [yeah you know what time it iz, listen to why we call 'em wack] They got a wacky wack record wit a wacky wack crew Yo what about the lyrics? That shit's wacky wack too With a fucked up style and a fucked up show Hey yo Ren, what about the scratchin', is it def? Fuck no! The mothafuckin' record is so mothafuckin' wack The mothafuckin' cracka jack needs to step the fuck back ... Do you want some of this? Hell no .. Dre the mothafuckin' doctor Well for the record it's Ren and for the street it's Villain Dre the mothafuckin' doctor Well for the record it's Ren and for the street it's Villain Yella boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky-ass beats? My boy .. my boy .. my boy Ice Cube Yo we got my homeboy Eazy E in de house Won't you tell 'em what your name iz? [MC Ren] MC Ren is the mothafuckin' Coroner I'm gettin' rid of mothafuckaz as if they was a foreigner Show no greed to pretend when I sin I punch you can block it but I'm a still get in This ain't a TKO in the first But it's some shit from a nigga in black it's much worse Then a beat from Tyson 'cause Ren is not nice and Your ass is better off just rollin' a dice and Findin' you a number for luck 'cause you all need it when you see I don't give a fuck My identity, and the shit is gettin' shown Without a video I'm still gettin' on I'm at a show then my picture is takin' One click of the flash and punk niggaz are breakin' To the door, tryin' to join my fan club Lipstickin' over one of my dubs And it's the minimal scratch for the moment Until I fuck up the so called opponet That's standing in the zone of the twilight Sayin' how in de fuck did he get mixed up in my fight It was'nt a mistake, it was a set-up So until I'm finished poppin' my lyrics you should shut up And don't attempt to speak Because it's bad enough you rollin' up shit quick With a nigga like Ren about the hit Now lemme hear you mothafuckaz talk some more shit I'm a bust your ass in your mouth, Yo, unless you're sayin' "Compton's in de house" [Dr. Dre] Who realy cares - about a sucker on a take off Bust de move, we can have a shake n' bake-off Me and you can go 'cause I don't care yo Rap fight or guerilla warfare We can rumble, 'cause when my lungs go in and out I kick rhymes in a bundle to win about Or scarier scaffle I just muffle the opposition, there's no competition Let 'em know that Dre is gettin' stronger Compton's in de house but now it's some' longer I won't get set-up, shut up, I'm kinda fed up You can say uncle and I still won't let up 'cause Dre is the mothafuckin' doctor And if me and Ren's on the mike it's like propaganda, no doubt "Boy you should've known by now" .. Compton's in the house Yeah, it's time to put Compton on de map, don't ever think you can get it on You stupid mothafuckaz! Compton's in the house .. |
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[Eazy]
What you want is an unexpected approach, That may delay a suspects awareness of your presence, Until you have a chance to assist the situation you are confronted. Approach to danger, don't move; It's hard to predict what will happen next. (Oh shit, he has a gun!) drop the gun You could've prevented a tragedy. [Ren] You can approach, but the danger-light is blinking, A self-destruct button is activated when I'm thinking. This is a tribulation, the weakened judge, The prophecy was fulfilled cause I never budge. I took up the tools, crucifixion was the extreme, They're seeing doubles of me, but it wasn't a dream. One vision was of life, the other was death, Then I didn't give a fuck if death took your last breath. So you burn in my pit that I call hell, Where you got send because your shit don't sell. My twenty-twenty was blurry from the smoke, Of the niggaz that I burned and tormented but I didn't choke. I started doing 'em, I kept on doing 'em, Do 'em for shoot 'em up till that nigga Ren was booing 'em. And my presence to the suckers was of a stranger, But fuck it, they can approach to the danger. [Eazy] If you can be seen, you can be hit. If you can be hit, you can be killed. (He's on the line! Shoot him!) [Dre] Fatal approach to danger, just to remain a strangler, Outrun, the shot of a gun with a ganger. Murder in the first degree, but it's worse to be, A dead motherfucker or a nigga in custody. With everybody thinking of death I kept working, To be one of the last niggas left. So many people looking for hope, they're broke, Without checking the fingerprints on the motherfuckers' throat. A heart of steal can reveal the real nigga in me, So figuring to see the D-E-A-D Bodies like a nigga's straight walking in a cemetery, So it's very necessary to carry ammunition for niggas wishing, But they better take caution, before Dre goes off, And starts killing motherfuckers, Just in order to change the anger for the real nigga, When I approach to danger Approach the motherfucking danger, Come back to hell and send me some time (this is it y'all) [Eazy] Final approach to danger, death, destruction around every corner, Another dead body and you want to keep running. But even the rain turns black, All you can do is stay alert to try to say out of the search-light. No prison, nobody makes bail, Everybody gotta go but see, it ain't no jail. Think about death, taking your last breath, Heart beating like a motherfucker like there ain't no time left. For so many ways to stay up, I gotta get mine, Even though they want to make a crime. Yo, I'm being real, a better or latter in the beginning, Because it will release the fucking police. Fuck 'em, I approach to danger, Cause I don't give a fuck if somebody gotta get fucked up. So you might as well kiss your ass goodbye, Cause in the long run (we'll all die) |
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[911 dispatch] 911, forty reporting
[woman] hello 911, help me, help me [911 dispatch] what is your emergency [woman] there's someone in my house, there's someone in my house [911 dispatch] can you please run by your address for me [woman] 151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah [911 dispatch] ma'am where inside the house are you [woman] (oh my god) [911 dispatch] ma'am where inside the house are you [woman] in my room, their in my room [911 dispatch] ma'am calm down, deputies are on the way is the door locked [woman] (shriek) [911 dispatch] ma'am? [2x] N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a [Ice Cube] (N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) What the fuck's up Dre [Dr Dre] You tell me, you talk to Ren [MC Ren] Im right here nigga (N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) Release the hound [Snoop Dogg] Bow wow wow Wha wha wha what what what, what [Ice Cube] I'm a Nigga Wit an Attitude thanks to y'all And I don't give a fuck I keep it gangsta y'all I'ma ride for my side in the C.P.T. God bless the memory of Eazy-E If it wadn't for me where the fuck you'd be? Rappin like the Treacherous Three, fuckin cowards I'd have seen Dre rockin parties for hours And I'd have seen Ren fuckin bitches from Howard And I'd have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauer's So fuck Jerry Heller and the white superpowers [MC Ren] This the shit niggaz kill for They hear the villain niggaz spittin' with them nigga flows Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch ass niggaz too Got something for you broke These niggaz wearin' skirts like the pope Who them niggaz that you love to get (us) Who them niggaz that you fuckin' wit' (us) Love the girl that weed and shit (what) The saga continues, with the worlds most dangerous group Four deep in the coup (Im a spill it) [Chorus] I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that) I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that) I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that) cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma nigga til I diz-ie (N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that) I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that) (N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that) cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma motherfuckin nigga til I diz-ie [Dr Dre] A pencil, a pen, or a glock Im the original, subliminal, subterranium Titianium, criminal minded, swift D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit (fuck a biatch) A couple o' notes and get you hog-tied in rope Dope like tons of coke, cutthroat You don't want the pistols to whistle Candy paint impala I make hoes pop collars [Snoop Dogg] God damn hoes, here we go again Fuckin with Ren, playin' to win (he got the) coke in hand, (I got the) juice and gin Same shit you was fuckin wit way back then We keep it crackin' from the actin to the jackin G'ed up C'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up We all on deck fool so put your heat up I stay on deck so me don't get wet [Ice Cube] Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots Let's get together, make a record, why the fuck not? [MC Ren] Why the fuck not? [Dr Dre] Why the fuck not? [Snoop Dogg] Why the fuck not? [Ice Cube] Cause I'm tight as the night I had to wipe activator off the mic, in 1985 [Snoop Dogg] (N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) Real niggaz, biatch, you know, ha hah [Ice Cube] We cause tragedy, erratically Systematically, in your house without a key How fucked up that'd be Gat'll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery [Dr Dre] Assault and battery, cus we coming with that street mentality Straight west coast rider academy Concrete nigga, that's my reality [Snoop Dogg] We tend to bus' on niggaz that get mad at me [Dr Dre] Was it a bitch in the mix [Snoop Dogg] Well it had to be [Dr Dre] Lying tricks told them dicks I had a key Hoes make the world harder than it have to be (Yea thats right) [Chorus] I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that) I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that) I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that) cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma nigga til I diz-ie I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that) I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that) I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that) cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma motherfuckin nigga til I diz-ie [6x] N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a |
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[MC Ren:] Ren is the villain and you're just an hostage so whenever I'm steppin cover your head like an ostrich Groupies been waitin for this, suckers been hatin for this You know why ? Because so many are relatin to this Jealous is how they feel it intentionally but they start to love it becoz I made it eventually Pumpin the music I keep the music like pumpin coz Ren ain't in here for nuthin, I keep the average crowd jumpin Yo, you know the color, the villain's in black Always down to make noise, and attack So you better get back unless you wanna come with it and make your face like a target and close your eyes when I hit it You're screamin with fear but it's with fear that you're screamin you're wakin up in a sweat coz Ren is givin bad dreams and I'm not schemin, I'm just tellin the facts That's how it is when N.W.A. starts to jack So brothers that wanna scrap with me That sweezin and sneezin will have to lap with me especially beggin to write some lyrics with me I just snatch your girl to take a nap with me coz when it comes to Ren there's no comparison And if you try to be me, it's quite embarassin but I understand coz you're mentally slow coz I can tell from the jump you're too nervous to go If it aint' ruff it ain't me (scratch) [Tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack] If it ain't ruff it ain't me (scratch) Lemme bust a freestyle here [Allright then] I can tell that you're afraid to fight me simple because you lost the crowd and they had to invite me becoz you're sweat as a puddle but there's a puddle o' sweat I'm a threath, so get a cold rag and wipe your neck and clean the dirt off your face that calls acne It's ridiculous thinkin that you can jack me This is the round where the punch will go until ya A G-A-T that's known as a flow I'm makin a point but it's a point that I'm makin Like, see, I'm hatin the fakin I keep the suckers like shakin Scared to speak with a tongue and they're chozen The sound of my voice in their ear and they're frozen This is a battle to the death, it's like the [?? same ol' ??] against a brother on a tip, with [??] Givin a pain but it's with pain that I'm givin but I'm comparin and tearin'em but I'm makin a livin with the hype of a 9 Volt battery and the odds for me to conquer is averagely good Meanin I'm a flow I'm from the streets so, yo, I'm ready to go If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren] [Tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack] If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Man whatcha gonna do now ?] [get funky] The 'do not disturb' sign is in effect while I'm thinkin of a fool to select to give the victim the verdict so for the verdict a victim slammin my vocals on a dance with the rest then I kick them Tell'em they're guilty, and beep out the bailer and get a new track o' drums so I can play with percussion; pumpin it loud when I perform Yo, you wanna play in my game, put on a uniform It ain't a rule in the book you have to go by Hey, coz when it comes to cheatin yo you should know I for fear in the hearts coz it's the hearts full of fear coz what you hear in your ear is something funky and clear The hump was incredible yo but Ren he was super But now I'm ruthless, a civilian and not a trooper but a soldier with a top rankin givin dope material, the hell with the gankin So play like an airplane and just jet and keep your blood pressure low coz I'm a [??], if not I'm afraid of the show that you're a sucker and you're too nervous to go If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren] [The gangsta's black and he's about to attack] If it ain't ruff it ain't me [Yo Ren] [The gangsta's black] If it ain't ... If it ain't (scratching) |
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