Dr. DreStranded On Death Row

Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits The gangsta type, what I recites kinda lethal Niggas know, the flow that I kick, there's no equal I'm murdering niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone I kicks when I grip the mic and kick shit Niggas can't fuck with So remember I go hardcore, and slam 'Nough respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme So any nigga that claim they bossing What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson Take a walk through the hood when we up to no good Slanging them things like a real O.G. should, I'm stacking and macking and packing a ten so When you're slipping, I slip the clip in But ain't no set tripping 'Cause it's Death Row, rolling like the mafia Think about whooping some ass, but what the fuck stopping ya Ain't nothing but a buster I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumping slugs in motherfuckers Now you know you're outdone Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate, cell block one No prevention from this mention of sorts You're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts No extensions, all attempts are to fail Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braile From the lunatic, I death like arsenic When I kick up wicked raps Dr. Dre will kick the scratch With treachery, my literary form will blast And totally surpass the norm Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms In this dimension, I'm the presenter And the inventor, and the tormentor Deranged, like the hillside strangler MC mangler, tough like Wrangler I write a rhyme, hard as concrete Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite So what you wanna do The narrator RBX, cell block two Rage, lyrical murderer Stranded on Death Row And now I'm serving a lifetime sentence There'll be no repentance Since it's the life that I choose to lead I plead guilty On all counts let the ball bounce where it may It's just another clip into my AK Buck em down with my underground tactics Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress Bed frame there's another dead pain Laying lain with the shame, who's to blame Me, the lady of Rage On when I'm coming from the D-E-A-T-H in R-O-W taking, no shit So flip and you're bound to get dropped It's 187 on motherfuckers don't stop Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate It's Rage, from cell block eight Ayo stepping through the fog And creeping through the smog It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg Making videos, now I stay in Hollywood Busting raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood Dre is the doctor and my homey little nigga Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga Shooting at the hoes with the game that I got Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a grip from serving my rocks And I'm still, serving for mines, peace To my motherfucking homies doing time In the pen and the county jail Mobbing with your blues on, mad as hell And you say yeah fuck the police And all the homies on the streets is all about peace And it's driving the cops crazy But ain't nothing but a black thing bay-bee No I'm not flagging, but I'm just sagging I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double G And you can't see, the D-R to the E Or my motherfucking homey D.O.C. You know you can't fuck with my motherfucking DJ That's my homey and we call him Warren G Yeah, and you don't stop Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfucking Dogg Pound That's the only way we'll beat em man We gotta smoke em, then choke em Like the motherfucking peter man It's like three and to the two And two and to the one Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done
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