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[Featuring N.W.A.]
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Yo D.O.C.,what'cha blazing, j, 'cause this is a lawhouse
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experience, so you know it's gonna be some mega shit, so who is that
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(KM.G)
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KM.G will never be a trick
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Step up to the mic like a baller then I pimp this gift
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That only I possess
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I illustrated that way to get the shit off my chest
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I'm ghetto raise to amaze the crowd, it's quite simple
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Km.G has degrees from Unity of South Central
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I'm a graduate and it's all legit
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From the pimping, the ballin' and all that good shit
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I have the mega balls in which I speak in a slang
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While I'm peeking it wit the G's from the Ruthless gang
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Ain't nuttin change but the weather like I said before
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'Cause I'm living like hustlers and I'm checking galore
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Yo, I have to give it up to the D.O.C.
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A Ruthless brother who's down wit the KM.G
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So all hail to the niggas that's turning it out
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And maybe then, I'll take the gun barrel out of your mouth
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Knowledge from one generation to another, perserve
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and then transmitted, get it, done the Ruthless way,
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You know what I'm saying, so what's up Dre
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(Dr. Dre)
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Now I'm a swinger, I'm not a muthafuking singer
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But I bringa melody that always seems to ring a
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Bell as well, let's make it so you can tell
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Yo, it's coming from Compton where the ballers dwell
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'Cause I'm Dre, the muthafuking doctor causing propaganda
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When I'm on the mic, I demand a
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Little bit of time to express myself
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From ?(cedian)? wax, kicking the facts and it's like that
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A nigga wit a muthafuking attitude
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You know the deal, kicking some real shit
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And if a sucker ever thinks he can get some
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Yo, step off, I'm kicking lyrics for the deaf and the dumb
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But any occasion, getting the bitches wit the mega persuasion
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Then my dick starts top make an invasion
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But, yo, I can't go on
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Because this is the end of my part on the last song
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Real G from the streets, villianous when he speaks
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For all you busters who can't deal, give it up for real
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(MC Ren)
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Now when you see me, you're ducking and slipping, yo, then you fell
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down
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You fucked up and finally figured who was the cell down
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Pulling the pulls, crotching the bull
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The weak muthafuker was smelling like shit so I guess that they're
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full
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Of it, and I love it when I dress like a crook
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Wit a "I don't give a fuck" look
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The villian was something nuff like a hero
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Jacking all the niggas wit beef, off of relief, I mean the zeros
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The rest of the 100 was sent to do what I say
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NWA and ATL and we don't play
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The DOC is doing it, oh, so correctly
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See, I broke it down for the ones who try to check me
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But I can't be check 'cause I'm the checker
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When you see a nigga wreck believe that I'm the wrecker
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The right and for the fight and the left will attend
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We're doing wrong, MC Ren is on the last song
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From a genius to temporary insanity, the ganster's dream
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The bitches fanasty, Ruthless, so now we've come to the payoff
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(Eazy-E)
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One muthafuking two muthafuking three
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It's the hip-hop thugster Eazy-E
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So I grab the mic and then I clear my throat
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First nigga kicking lyrics in a straightcoat
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It's Eazy for me to come off like this
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So you can kiss my ass where the sun rays miss
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Or just give me the pussy and I'll be straight
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And if you don't, fuck it, I'll masterbate
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(We wanta fuck you Eazy) yea, you bitches scream
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Now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding
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I got skill to deal and run game on bitches
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You can tell that I'm sick by the triple sixes
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I hear voices in my head for what reason
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But when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season
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So back the fuck off and give me respect
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Now they're shipping me off 'cause Eazy played wit a half deck
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Criminal in his thoughts, murderous in his lyrics
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The notorious Cold
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(Cold 187um)
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187um, you know I gotta have it
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Now being above the law is an everyday habit
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If you think I drop some pimp shit, I ain't
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Perhaps I'll say a couple rhymes to make the bitches faint
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Now everybody wants to chill, ill
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And bill, now what the fuck is the deal
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You need a nigga like me to get the shit going
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187um has got the ultimate flowing
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Now it's time for me to go off like a maniac
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Run up for cover 'cause I'm on the ?(adidnac)?
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An untouchable player rolled up into one mind
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87 reasons why fools staying in line
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'Cause I ain't the average nigga behind the trigger
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I lay and spray anything in my way
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'Cause I'm a balls player for the streets of South Central
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Beleive what you want but soon you'll eventually see
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That ATL is straight to mega
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Don't be surprise 'cause we played ya like Sega
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And these bodies keep dropping, you see me keep moving on
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Peace, I'm outta here 'cause this is the last song
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Shout outs
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the last song
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| above the law |
