Lyrics:
em'
It's a 3 limit to this load
When we slide
Don't do the extras
Aye
Baby if u ain't dropping off no cho
U can't get next to us
Niccaz mad
Cause
Hop out the V-Mag, let bro use his feet
Boy, that's not a cig, that's a juice on the three
Take him down for that buck, cause I know he ain't street
We
[Dr. Dre]
Check this out, we've come to the last and final record
This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it off a little some this like
to a skeleton
Popping at the lip, that is irrelevant
Gangster what you never been
Should've been intelligent
I'll bury ya, heat off in my area
Slide up on yo
Flying by through beamers and mercedes
Living on the highway but I gotta stop now
Asking why everything feels like the 80s
Ripping off everything
I been thinking bout chasing green
Since a young nigga hung around a old head
But I never was a dumb nigga
Nigga tried to send me off
Tried to second
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
As result of the outbreak
Your city or entire region may be
Endangered by a lethal agent
If conditions at your location
Make this a possibility
You
of fallen angels
Their shackled souls fry before my feet
Punishing pre-corpse mutilation
By my gallery of grinding guillotines
Murder all who pass through
you thugs out
About to end this verse ain't nothing worse
Then seein' emcees drove off inside the hearse
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rasco]
Triple the threat
goodbye as I press the delete
Bring up the chair, tied by the hair, turn check the flop better send up a prayer
Sounding the flare, Johhny beware, Johhny
(Yeah!)
When you see the Steady comin'
Y'all better beware of us
Loudmouths is always talkin' (talkin)
When we come they keep on walkin' (walkin)
But
fortune said that I'll be pimping you and your pussy juice
Super sweet, sell a trick a treat, hope your lips in shape
Cause you worked your feet as you
playa-hatin' me
All that bullshit is just makin' me
More the better to concentrate on gettin' cheddar
If shorty set you up, you better dead her
I told you,
been ready for war we are
The motherfuckers on the street with the heat
Knockin' them hoes off they feet
Say boy it's a jungle out there
Get a couple
peace a real warrior
Nigga been ready for war we are
The motherfuckers on the street with the heat
Knockin' them hoes off they feet
Say boy it's
What is wrong with me
I don't know who to be
Let me drown in my sleep
Runaway in my dreams
I just want to be free
Can I land on my feet
Can we stop
to get shut down
He tries to get his mind off it
He turns on his flat screen TV
Goes on Channel 3 and sees MMG
Once again gettin' money, video
Bitches
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga)
I left outta school without momma's permission
They wantin' me dead
young Gs will grip, then blast
Have you tried in the street? Fuck findin' my feet
I could ride, but it's better when I'm ridin a beat
My emotions are
better give me some more!
You and me and the moon makes three
I want to show you something spooky in the cemetery
Take my hand, and off we stride
You
save me
And I want you to hate me
I want to see you as my enemy and get angry
Have you thinking that you can't take me
Dead by any and every measure
Cut
ain't shit friendly,
Cause most niggas envy, most niggas hate,
Starving and hungry want food off ya plate,
Draining ya energy adding dead weight, generate
God took me off the corner that ain't for me
Na Im just doing me
Ya feel me
You happy as it seems
You happy as it seems, my dreams are dead
You happy
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