Who is the man with the masterplan?
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A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
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44 reasons come to mind
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Why you motherfuckin brother is hard to find
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He's been walkin' on the streets and fuckin with mine
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Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind
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See I never take a step on a Compton block
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or LA without the AK ready to pop
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Cos them punk motherfuckers in black and white
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Ain't the only motherfuckers I gots to fight
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I thinks it's better to be retellin the facts than cuffed up
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and jacked and fucked up
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What you niggas lookin at? You goin
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goddamn! Cos it's the city
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and for you to survive a nigga gotta be a gangsta
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And I'm a nigga you can't remove
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Took out a lot of motherfuckers for tryin to prove
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To their homies that they can hang by dealin with me
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But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
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I never did time on a murder yet
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Cos I relax, sit back, do a job and jet
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Yo I know you understand my flow
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So here we go with Death Row
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Come let a motherfucker know
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Who is the man with the masterplan?
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A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
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Who is the man with the masterplan?
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A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
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D-R-E
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A motherfucker who's known for carryin gats
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and kick raps that make snaps
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Adapts to any environment that I'm located at
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If you see me on the solo moves best believe that I'm strapped
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.4-4, .tre-8 or AK-47
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Cos slowly but surely send you on a stairway to heaven
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Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back
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and lay a punk motherfucker flat
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As he wonder what popped before he got popped
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I told you I was Dre and you know it don't stop
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Now I know you understand my flow
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So here we go with Death Row
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Come let a motherfucker know
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Who is the man with the masterplan?
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A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun
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Who is the man with the masterplan?
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A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun
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Who is the man with the masterplan?
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A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun
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Who is the man with the masterplan?
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A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun
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I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off yeah
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I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off yeah
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I breaks 'em off but I ain't speakin' about between the thighs
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I'm talkin' about cockin a gauge in between your eyes
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That'll make you drop to your knees cos you realize
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that a gat will make any nigga civilized
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Ol' buster ass nigga talkin' bullshit
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Don't know that I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with
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Get lit or hit up by the doctor
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A nigga that breaks em off proper-ly
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Real G so don't doubt it
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I'm the one who's doin it while these other niggas talk about it
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And if motherfuckers come at me wrong
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I straight put my .44 Desert Eagle to his motherfuckin' dome
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And show him why they call me the notorious one
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The name's Dre Eastwood when I'm packin a gun
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You don't believe me, well step up and give it a try
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And if you die youse a buster cos real niggas don't die
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But some still don't hear me though
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You're too near me not to hear me, nigga yo
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So now you know
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Who is the man with the masterplan?
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A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
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Who is the man with the masterplan?
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A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
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Who is the man with the masterplan?
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A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
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Who is the man with the masterplan?
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A nigga witta motherfuckin gun
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Nigga Witta Gun
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Dr.Dre |