*featuring Kurupt, Lady Of Rage, RBX, Snoop Doggy D
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[Intro: Bushwick Bill]
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Yes, it is I says me
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And although me
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By morning three, cause they're weak
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[laughter]
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Yes, yo!, I'm in the house now for sure
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Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men
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Who knows what evil lurks within them
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But lets take a travel down the blindside
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And see what we find on this...
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Path...
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Called...
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[Verse One: Kurupt]
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Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit
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I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
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The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal
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Niggaz know, the flow that I kick, there's no refill
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I'm murderin niggaz, Yo, and maybe because of the tone
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I kicks my grip, the mic and kick shit
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Niggaz can't fuck with
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So remember I go hardcore, and slam
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Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
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So any nigga that claim they bossin
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What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
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Take a walk through the hood, and we up to no good
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Slangin on things like a real ho
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G should, I'm stackin and mackin and packin a ten so
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When you're slippin, I slip the clip in
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But ain't no steady tripppin
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Cause it's Death Row, rollin like the mafia
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Think about whoopin some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya
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Ain't nathin but a buster
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I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumpin slugs in motherfuckers
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Now you know you're outdone
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Feel the shotgun, Korrupt inmate cell block one
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[Verse Two: RBX]
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No prevention from this mention of sorts
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Your're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts
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No extensions, all attempts are to fail
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Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braile
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From the lunatic, I death like arsenic
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When I kick up wicked raps
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That the grain will hit the scratch
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With treachery, my literary form will blast
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And totally surpass the norm
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Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms
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When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms
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In this dimension, I'm the presenter
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And the inventor, and the tormentor
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Deranged, like the hillside strangler
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MC mangler, tough like Wrangler
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I write a rhyme, hard as concrete
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Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite
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So what you wanna do
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The narrator RBX, cell block two
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[Verse Three: Lady of Rage]
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Rage, lyrical murderer
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Stranded on Death Row
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And now I'm servin a lifetime sentence
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There'll be no repentence
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Since it's the life that I choose to lead
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I plead guilty
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On all counts let the ball bounce where it may
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It's just another clip into my AK
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Buck em down with my underground tactics
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Facts and stacks of clips on my matress
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Bed frame there's another dead pain
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Layin lain with the shame, who's to blame
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Me, the lady of Rage
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On when I'm comin from the D-E-A-T-H in
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R-O-W takin, no shit
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So flip and you're bound to get dropped
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It's 187 on motherfuckers don't stop
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Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate
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It's Rage, from cell block eight
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[Verse Four: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
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And yo steppin through the fog
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And creepin through the smog
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It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
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Makin videos, now I stay in Hollywood
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Bustin raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood
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Dre is the doctor and my homey little nigga
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Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
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Shootin at the hoes with the game that I got
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Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a quick one servin my rocks
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And I'm still, servin for mines, peace
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To my motherfuckin homies doin time
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In the pen and the county jail
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Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell
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And you say yeah fuck the police
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And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
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And it's drivin the cops crazy
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But ain't nuttin but a black thing bay-bee, uhhh
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No I'm not flaggin, but I'm just saggin
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I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double G
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And you can't see, the D-R to the E
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Or my motherfuckin homey D.O.C.
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You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin DJ
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That's my homey and we call him Warren G
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Yeah, and you don't stop
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Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfuckin Dogg Pound
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That's the only way we'll beat em man
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We gotta smoke em, then choke em
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Like the motherfuckin peter man
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It's like three and to |