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Tha Rebizzle
Yall know who he be 

Yo it's the REB
O to the RN
THA 
R to the E 
To the BIZ 
ZLE
Reborn Tha Rebizzle
Yall know who he be


A yo I step up

to the RN
THA
R to the E
To the BIZ
ZLE
Reborn Tha Rebizzle
Y'all know who he be

I used to spit to them Wu beats
With new heat
Spitting bars from everything

of cottonmouths try'na start a problem now
Talkin' shit when I am not around and I'ma knock you out
This that Bobby Boy logical jam
Sad that he left the game but

good things will come from it"
I finally did, and if you hate it, SHUT IT
Flows gettin better, beats hittin harder
Ask August, man hes the real farmer

[Intro: Kanye West]
This ain't a fuckin game for me
My beats was wack at one point, dawg
I wasn't always having hot beats, I learned how to make hot

a fork in his life, he ran fast to right
He started write rapidly like rabbit's feet thumping
He got some Dre and draft beats from a family cousin. He got

of the human population
The captain name was Thomas, the infantry man was Kai
And he's the man that discovered the Ultra85
Accompanied by a girl inside their

gun
He'd been blessing every one of my
Albums since the first one
On this mixtape right here
There is no interceptions
Every track is produced by Dilla

so much racist hatred shit not being accepted by the crazies and drizzies Dre Dre He So So Dro How could you diss tho' Yo You Don'T Even Know How Sick

so much racist hatred shit not being accepted by the crazies and drizzies Dre Dre He So So Dro How could you diss tho' Yo You Don'T Even Know How Sick

Yea. Story time homie.

A lil knucklehead. Fightin' til his knuckles bled/
Influenced by surenos. He had no love for red/
Had to be tough and rep

the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones

Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm

Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones

Choppa

The Grand Finale

Dr. Dre

Concrete Roots

1994

This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it

[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by

betcha betta know ian steppin’ by my
Motha fuckin' self I got the gang with me on this Album all we do is bang
Its OT$ Gang we betta than you lames putcha

uh, uh
Bring that beat in, uh
I said bring that beat in, uh
I said bring that choppa in
I said bring dem commas in
You's a bitch, nigga no offense
He

father, then I thought about my sisters
Then I thought about my mother and how we made them all victims
He would beat on my mother, take to his raping my

disapproved cause he just lost his fucking spouse
That nigga beat her cause he crazy he don't know what he doing
He lost his kids and lost his wife cause

hard live by that motto
All them haters they follow

Hit that bitch once I got options
Why you talking
Gawking
Got this album dropping
While he flopping

repeat
Rizzy on the Beat and our thoughts align
We're zest from an orange rind mixed with bitter tea
And this is me, not too indiscreet
This whole time

by myself, these blessings heavenly
I can't explain how I'm doing this lately
Heard my Grandmama say, that's cause he's using you baby
Let'em use you

much faster now
Timeless, my childhood friend’s a father now
He got it all together, yeah, I bet his father proud
He told me “do it big”, man, I

anyway
Patience is one thing
But just look at me
No one told me to murder these beats
But I did it
Who knows
This one might be enough for an offense maybe

his beat to merk you
And maybe he'll see that I'll merk him too
I'm just playin' my nigga Buddens, you cool
I'm just fuckin' with you cause I got

what it ain't because I see all the proof (Proof)
Luh Charlez cooks up the beat (Cook it) 
And I drop voodoo on you (Voodoo)
Witchcraft real life place