Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do? I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go, so I'm puttin' my weight down and that's 175 pounds of beed Peep the murderous styles and the poetical techiquesĬheck it out, it's Rage, ready for the breakdown I'm raw like new footage, I'm rugged like a BF Goodrichīring your whole set and get your hood lynched Niggaz don't understand how we kicks diffrent flows Smokin' indo, look out my window I suppose, yeah They can't fuck with or see me, I'm mass murderin' Mediocre motherfuckers die 'cuz I'm servin' it Runnin' 'em like Flo Jo, stranded on Death Row
Now that's my idol, check the vital rhyme flow doe Who's jokin'? Rakim never joked, so why should I loc? Slow your roll, like your legs was broken Hellraisin' like Pinhead, beware I'm tearin' shit the fuck up
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Now who, drops, ruff rhymes, I got full juice like 2Pac I smoke chronic every day, so what have weĪnother motherfucker, gettin' served like some cavy The best Kurupt's era, peep the terror, 'cuz it's a murder fest The run of the mill fool get broke off for tryin' to serve So what's happenin'? I'm cappin' shit up like a Western flickġ7 shot Glock cocked, so, all nigga, drop You're headed my way, nigga, you best to hit a U-turn quick Keep your motherfuckin' fingers in the air
So, all my niggaz and my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz Hoes be comin' to my flat so I can tap that ass Ya never ever thought I'd see him bustin' with Dr. I packs a strap, like that, I kicks it like thisīefore they say, nigga from back in the day Stay full of that gin and juice and have a ball Yes, y'all, walk the Doggs, yes y'all, yiggy y'all Who supposed to be the shit, but steadily bitchin' like hogs Now check it, it's a callin' for niggaz like Doggs In your ass, for gettin' us all fucked up 'Cuz ain't shit for sale in the coupe with the beat flossin' off gold D'sĪnd my cousin Snoop packs well, you know what I meanĪnd it don't take much, for the Dogg pound to bust a cap Wherever I bails, I put it down on the ground So, ninety-four's arrived nigga, back on upĪnd let me and my Dogg Kurupt fuck shit up Now on a one, two, three, who could it be?Ĭomin' with a group of gangsta shit for ninety-three So, all my niggaz and my bitches and my bitches and my niggazĪnd if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck Wave your motherfuckin' fingers in the air So, all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitchesĪnd if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit Grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch Take it for granted, if ya wanna, 'cuz I'm gonna The locest twenty-one year old nigga that's on this planet So, slow your roll, I'm in control like Janet See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga Well, it's that slow flow, D O, double G, nigga