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Artist: Dr. Dre featuring Kurupt, Lady Of Rage, RBX, Snoop Doggy Dogg<br />Intro: Bushwick Bill<br /><br />Yes, it is I says me<br />And although agree<br />are more than three, cause they're we<br />*laughter*<br />Yes, yo!, I'm in the house now for sure<br />Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men<br />Who knows what evil lurks within them<br />But lets take a travel down the blindside<br />And see what we find on this...<br />Path...<br />Called...<br /><br />Verse One: Kurupt<br /><br />Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit<br />I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits<br />The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal<br />Niggaz know, the flow that I kick, there's no equal<br />I'm murderin niggaz, Yo, and maybe because of the tone<br />I kicks when I grip the mic and kick shit<br />Niggaz can't fuck with<br />So remember I go hardcore, and slam<br />Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme<br />So any nigga that claim they bossin<br />What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson<br />Take a walk through the hood when we up to no good<br />Slangin them things like a real O.G. should, <br />I'm stackin and mackin and packin a ten so<br />When you're slippin, I slip the clip in<br />But ain't no set tripppin<br />Cause it's Death Row, rollin like the mafia<br />Think about whoopin some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya<br />Ain't nathin but a buster<br />I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumpin slugs in motherfuckers<br />Now you know you're outdone<br />Feel the shotgun, Kurupt - inmate, cell block one<br /><br />Verse Two: RBX<br /><br />No prevention from this mention of sorts<br />Your're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts<br />No extensions, all attempts are to fail<br />Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braile<br />From the lunatic, I death like arsenic<br />When I kick up wicked raps<br />Dr. Dre will kick the scratch<br />With treachery, my literary form will blast<br />And totally surpass the norm<br />Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms<br />When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms<br />In this dimension, I'm the presenter<br />And the inventor, and the tormentor<br />Deranged, like the hillside strangler<br />MC mangler, tough like Wrangler<br />I write a rhyme, hard as concrete<br />Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite<br />So what you wanna do<br />The narrator RBX, cell block two<br /><br />Verse Three: Lady of Rage<br /><br />Rage, lyrical murderer<br />Stranded on Death Row<br />And now I'm servin a lifetime sentence<br />There'll be no repentence<br />Since it's the life that I choose to lead<br />I plead guilty<br />On all counts let the ball bounce where it may<br />It's just another clip into my AK<br />Buck em down with my underground tactics<br />Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress<br />Bed frame there's another dead pain<br />Layin lain with the shame, who's to blame<br />Me, the lady of Rage<br />On when I'm comin from the D-E-A-T-H in<br />R-O-W takin, no shit<br />So flip and you're bound to get dropped<br />It's 187 on motherfuckers don't stop<br />Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate<br />It's Rage, from cell block eight<br /><br />Verse Four: Snoop Doggy Dogg<br /><br />And yo steppin through the fog<br />And creepin through the smog<br />It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg<br />Makin videos, now I stay in Hollywood<br />Bustin raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood<br />Dre is the doctor and my homey little nigga<br />Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga<br />Shootin at the hoes with the game that I got<br />Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from servin my rocks<br />And I'm still, servin for mines, peace<br />To my motherfuckin homies doin time<br />In the pen and the county jail<br />Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell<br />And you say yeah fuck the police<br />And all the homies on the streets is all about peace<br />And it's drivin the cops crazy<br />But ain't nuttin but a black thing bay-bee, uhhh<br />No I'm not flaggin, but I'm just saggin<br />I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double G<br />And you can't see, the D-R to the E<br />Or my motherfuckin homey D.O.C.<br />You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin DJ<br />That's my homey and we call him Warren G<br />Yeah, and you don't stop<br />Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfuckin Dogg Pound<br />That's the only way we'll beat em man<br />We gotta smoke em, then choke em<br />Like the motherfuckin peter man<br />It's like three and to the two<br />And two and to the one<br />Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done<br /><br />Outtro : Bushwick Bill<br /><br />Yo, now you know the path I'm on<br />You think you're strong, see if you can travel on<br />Cause only the weak, will try to speak<br />Those who are quiet, will always cause riots<br />There's three types of people in the world<br />Those who don't know what happened<br />Those who wonder what happened<br />And people like us from the streets that MAKE things happen!
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Artist: Dr. Dre featuring Kurupt, Lady Of Rage, RBX, Snoop Doggy Dogg<br />Intro: Bushwick Bill<br /><br />Yes, it is I says me<br />And although agree<br />are more than three, cause they're we<br />*laughter*<br />Yes, yo!, I'm in the house now for sure<br />Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men<br />Who knows what evil lurks within them<br />But lets take a travel down the blindside<br />And see what we find on this...<br />Path...<br />Called...<br /><br />Verse One: Kurupt<br /><br />Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit<br />I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits<br />The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal<br />Niggaz know, the flow that I kick, there's no equal<br />I'm murderin niggaz, Yo, and maybe because of the tone<br />I kicks when I grip the mic and kick shit<br />Niggaz can't fuck with<br />So remember I go hardcore, and slam<br />Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme<br />So any nigga that claim they bossin<br />What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson<br />Take a walk through the hood when we up to no good<br />Slangin them things like a real O.G. should, <br />I'm stackin and mackin and packin a ten so<br />When you're slippin, I slip the clip in<br />But ain't no set tripppin<br />Cause it's Death Row, rollin like the mafia<br />Think about whoopin some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya<br />Ain't nathin but a buster<br />I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumpin slugs in motherfuckers<br />Now you know you're outdone<br />Feel the shotgun, Kurupt - inmate, cell block one<br /><br />Verse Two: RBX<br /><br />No prevention from this mention of sorts<br />Your're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts<br />No extensions, all attempts are to fail<br />Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braile<br />From the lunatic, I death like arsenic<br />When I kick up wicked raps<br />Dr. Dre will kick the scratch<br />With treachery, my literary form will blast<br />And totally surpass the norm<br />Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms<br />When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms<br />In this dimension, I'm the presenter<br />And the inventor, and the tormentor<br />Deranged, like the hillside strangler<br />MC mangler, tough like Wrangler<br />I write a rhyme, hard as concrete<br />Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite<br />So what you wanna do<br />The narrator RBX, cell block two<br /><br />Verse Three: Lady of Rage<br /><br />Rage, lyrical murderer<br />Stranded on Death Row<br />And now I'm servin a lifetime sentence<br />There'll be no repentence<br />Since it's the life that I choose to lead<br />I plead guilty<br />On all counts let the ball bounce where it may<br />It's just another clip into my AK<br />Buck em down with my underground tactics<br />Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress<br />Bed frame there's another dead pain<br />Layin lain with the shame, who's to blame<br />Me, the lady of Rage<br />On when I'm comin from the D-E-A-T-H in<br />R-O-W takin, no shit<br />So flip and you're bound to get dropped<br />It's 187 on motherfuckers don't stop<br />Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate<br />It's Rage, from cell block eight<br /><br />Verse Four: Snoop Doggy Dogg<br /><br />And yo steppin through the fog<br />And creepin through the smog<br />It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg<br />Makin videos, now I stay in Hollywood<br />Bustin raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood<br />Dre is the doctor and my homey little nigga<br />Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga<br />Shootin at the hoes with the game that I got<br />Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from servin my rocks<br />And I'm still, servin for mines, peace<br />To my motherfuckin homies doin time<br />In the pen and the county jail<br />Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell<br />And you say yeah fuck the police<br />And all the homies on the streets is all about peace<br />And it's drivin the cops crazy<br />But ain't nuttin but a black thing bay-bee, uhhh<br />No I'm not flaggin, but I'm just saggin<br />I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double G<br />And you can't see, the D-R to the E<br />Or my motherfuckin homey D.O.C.<br />You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin DJ<br />That's my homey and we call him Warren G<br />Yeah, and you don't stop<br />Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfuckin Dogg Pound<br />That's the only way we'll beat em man<br />We gotta smoke em, then choke em<br />Like the motherfuckin peter man<br />It's like three and to the two<br />And two and to the one<br />Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done<br /><br />Outtro : Bushwick Bill<br /><br />Yo, now you know the path I'm on<br />You think you're strong, see if you can travel on<br />Cause only the weak, will try to speak<br />Those who are quiet, will always cause riots<br />There's three types of people in the world<br />Those who don't know what happened<br />Those who wonder what happened<br />And people like us from the streets that MAKE things happen!
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