[Dre:]
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The motherfucking saga continues...
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All of you who don't believe in the real gangsta shit,
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Cause when it comes to the real niggaz,
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It makes the shit they're much harder to deal with.
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Yeah, above the laws in this motherfucker,
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Like Mafia for life, down with the real niggaz 4 life.
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Ha-ha, yo sweet-talk, tell 'em what the fuck we're here for...
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Well I write ya, USE, Compton, Watts, The Wood,
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All across the motherfucking USA.
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They know I'm walking through the valley of real niggaz,
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I should fear no man on the motherfucking planet, hit me one.
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Cause I've been to the mountain top y'all,
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And I have been seeing through the eyes of a real nigga.
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Yo, what you think about the real niggaz 187?
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Yo, they make some of the coooooolest shit I had never heard,
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Yo, when we came, G, I almost gave it up,
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To the ruthless motherfucking gangstas.
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Fear no man...
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...because you're shit man yourself,
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Time to put the world at yourself man.
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Me not seeing bobba-clot mobbing to see a pussy-clot run,
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Bob-bob-bob-bob-bob, keep Babylon on the run, see...
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[Ren:]
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The real niggaz is back, cause there's to many bullshit records out,
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Niggaz beat it for what we put out.
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But you don't have to wait no longer,
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Because the new album is out and the shit is much stronger.
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So many groups made three albums or more,
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And their weak-ass shit is still sitting in the record-store.
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They wonder why it never sold,
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Niggaz rapping since the seventies and still never went gold.
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Our first record sold two million copies,
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That's because you other motherfuckers are sloppy.
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You came out the streets and crossed over,
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And after that your career is fucking over.
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Because after that you're not around,
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So shut the fuck up, and witness the sound of some real niggaz.
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[Eazy:]
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Yeah, motherfucker.
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Keeping all you busters on the run in ninety-one, kick that shit Ren.
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[Ren:]
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Most niggaz can't understand,
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And never will if they ain't part of the ruthless Mafia-clan.
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Niggaz is dedicated to the streets,
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With hyped fucking lyrics and a dope ass beat.
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The songs will never come soft, because I come off,
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So don't get in my way or motherfucker you'll be cut off.
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And it's something you can move your lips to,
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To wrap around my dick and suck if it fits you.
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And let me now if you wanna ride the D-I-C-K,
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All day that's with no play.
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Cause ain't no rap group out, that I know,
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That makes me wanna listen to the radio.
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All I hear is motherfuckers trying to make a comeback with lovesongs,
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And that shit is whack.
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And that's why your ass ain't around,
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Cause you don't have the motherfucking sound of a real nigga.
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Prelude
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N.W.A. |