Lyrics:
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
here
And this is where our story begins-begins
World keeps turning
We keep learning
It's in our hands
Make our dreamland
Six months before his birth
right, yo
Verse One: Dr. Dre
fuck the motherfucking police!
They don't want peace, they want a nigga deceased
So he'll cease to be a problem, and by
he's at home
He always hears voices when he's all alone
His wife took the kids, the car and the crib
In this man's world, so much for Women's Lib
New
we had had enough.
We were ready to hand all
To God.
'No more treatment' I announced to the cancer doctors.
Standing there I was in God's hands.
Then
comes by
And takes a little shit in his hand, and then he takes a little shit in his hand
And then he takes a little shit in his hand
And the he puts
A little house in the Ozarks tucked way back 'hind the trees
This ain't the first time his hand's brought her to her knees
But this is gonna' be
on door to ask the old codger
Akin asks her dad and he
Makes a little speech
But all he gets is a no
Like a kick in the teeth
'Cause his grandad's from
comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tightrope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're
to blow niggas
Tech 9's, carbines, pointin' in your fuckin' faces
Thirty-eight magnum butcher knife man, watch me stab em
Q his kid left there, with
that
I had in the
Land to battle you and cut your hands off
Take your mans off of the scene and do the
Same thing to form all day for the green
I’m
by the minerals placed all over my hands
Double plated ain't no hollow tips gettin' anywhere in this van
Anywhere in this van
Ran off on the plug,
mush
Ya slippin', I'm grippin' microphones real tight
Then I crack up the speakers in ya Ac all night
Deliver messages, the prophecy's in me
His
on the rickenbock-er
Hold up for a second a need a sip of water [Missy!]
If y'all in need of lessons just sit in observe
Drive by sliming you get hurt in the cudi
While
ain't had no ass like a new seat
I'm a bless my baby at the boutique
Cause I just wax taxed for a two-piece
The biscuit in my hand like I'm obese
Where I
paralyzing
Smile on his face all ablaze
The doctor is in
Oh god help us, the doctor is in
The cure is screaming
One helluva healing
Cut out the cancers
circumstances.
Fall down to my knees.
Put it all in your hands.
Chorus: I'm a changed man.
For you lord, I lift my hands.
I'm a changed man.
Lord, all
hand her a hunnid (What's that)
That's not enough to get a
Bra outta Banana Republic (Broke nigga)
Say, big nuts and a bigger heart
You a scrub in these
strapped with the uzi, so get ready to die
Catch a nigga' while he sleep and strike a match in his eye
I'll sneak in your house and kill your ass for fun
went by they'd
Get a little bit older and a little bit slower but
It's all the same thing, in this case manufactured by
Someone who's always umpteen
motherfucker's so fast, it eats underwear
So there, my little sweet sugar bear
If that ain't enough to make you throw your hands in the air
Then I'm all gone
you post
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I'd bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I'ma pull out the Vacheron
We could meet up out in Vegas,
him leaving Cornbread's, should of busted his head by the light
Grip my infrared tight, ready to bust teflons
I was itching to do him in, when he
then seen her close to death
Charles died from homicide
I give till I have nothing left
Look my nigga in the eye
He want it more than I do
All the shit
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