East Coast / West Coast KillasEast coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* ( RBX ) While childish MC's battle over coastal fronts I come with no fronts and smash in monkey fronts If you want to be evil like Knieval then jump I guarantee your punk ass catch the speed lump The tactics, extract, morbid thoughts from the mental Custom designed, for instrumental Yes indeedy, lyrical graffiti And this one's a burner, baby Truck, like Toyata driven True and livin drivin with the gat Uhh, pop the clutch, let the Cold Crush rush Then I flush wack material That's if I don't mash them all to mush Hush, let me burst, dare I gush Cock-diezel cuts Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* ( KRS-One ) Yo, why do they make me wanna ruin they career? Before I bust your shit let's get one thing clear Don't provoke Kris no joke this I don't ride no rapper's nutsac yo I stay focused Beefin without skills seekin will only weaken The artist speakin over beats and, you be cheatin Cacaphony of small talent rappers, claimin a coast Over instrumentals, ain't got no real street credentials Here come the philosopher hip-hopppin ya correctly Ignorant ass MC's continue to tempt me Lyrics be empty like Alcatraz cellblock Too many MC's rappin causin lyrical gridlock Lyrical syllables interlock in my voicebox Yet I'm still unknown like the X on Sadat Just your typical, non-topical Flex the optical illusion weak metaphoric style you be usin I check one-two's and who's in the house Like shit your lyrics ooze out ya mouth Whattyou think this is? KRS-One from the Bronx kid! East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* Welcome to the New World Order You are now under martial law All constituional rights have been suspended ( B-Real ) The most scandalous, cut the bad apple, we can handle this Coast trippin goin on through out the business East Coast West Coast anybody killer! I don't give a fuck where you from I'ma Killa Hill-er I got crews on both sides together Deeper than the ocean and down for whatever Fool I can roll through any block From Central to Westland Avenue, without my glock But some niggaz can't survive on both sides So they try and break off, eliminate ties Fools got to get wise, better realize True, enemy lies killin in the highrise Office, analyzing the song Look at them red niggaz, don't even get along Kill that noise, four niggaz bringin the skill Mad caps get peeled if you oppose the Hill Yeah that's right fool, you know who, the mighty Group Therapy The mighty mighty Aftermath brigade, letting all you sound boys know You're not ready to rumble or test this Kill that noise! East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* ( Nas Escobar ) Now when I bomb like Sadaam, the world feels The Wrath of Khan Desert Storm in this modern day Babylon I be the twelve disciples strap arms All black on running your spot hit the safe and I'm gone Like a thief wrong, I keep the long 38 warm Silent and calm, and blackout when the beef is on Focus on your rap holsters, notice I'm evil like the Exorcist to the locusts Ferocious thoughts, are mergin at night Like Jehovah towards the virgin in white I'm wrapped in a turban for spite Like a Israelite snatchin hoes up, my flow's up When the fuckin world blows up throw your hands up It's a holdup, frontin like you down for the real To make a meal, but when plan fold, nigga you squeal Like Heavy Heel, but what's the fuckin deal? East coast *killer* West coast *killer* East coast *killer* West coast *killer* East coast *killer* West coast *killer* East coast *killer* West coast *killer* East coast *killer* West coast *killer* East coast *killer* West coast *killer* East coast *killer* West coast *killer* East coast *killer* West coast *killer* East coast *killer* West coast *killer* East coast *killer* West coast *killer* East coast *killer* West coast *killer* East coast *killer* West coast *killer* East coast *killer* West coast *killer* East coast *killer* West coast *killer* East coast *killer* West coast *killer* East coast *killer* West coast *killer* Dr Dre Index Shittin' On The WorldYes yes y'all, ooh funk.... Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy y'all Ooh in come funk Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all From the ol schizzy it's the yes yizzy y'all Ooh notes come wrong Dre is chillin, Ruff is chillin What more can I say? (Let's make a million) M-E-L-Man, niggas call me Most I be rockin on the East and the West Coast Your mail go back like Emmitt Smith's hairline With Jordache devils and Calvin Kleins This shit be on my mind like O'Donnells interceptions How would I look with Mike's complexion Eat me, freak me, take your hand and leave me All I wanna say is "I don't really give a fuck" Cos Most he be mega Copped the Play Station but still play the Sega And in the PJ's I DJ and blow amps Bad as *?shrimp stampy?* with the food stamps Huh, I'm not a stranger to danger On the streets I be known as the jaw rearranger Heavy with the metal, Mel-Man rule White boys say it now "Cool, cool, cool!!!" I bring the fizzy that's the obvious I got a grip but the only clip I load be the floppy disk In the SP or the MV, see three G Ho's see me comin in 3-D I spread Lizzy with ten mates Hit the skins and I break out like an inmate Hey yo, that's how it is and that's how I want it This is my world and I'm shittin on it (On the world) Shittin on it (On the world) Shittin on the world (Here me, yeah, shittin on the world) (On the world) Shittin on it (On the world) Shittin on the world (Here me, yeah, shittin on the world) I warm it up like humidity Mel, okay I'm here til infinity My shit be outta...space with the Ewok This is my planet but I never wear the Reebok When we rock to the beat of accapella Most reigns supreme, niggas grab your umbrellas It's time to bounce so where the player, mate? Jealous MC's still drinkin on that "Hator"rade Bitches flirtin with the giggles and chuckles You'll never get the jezzy bare, knuckle Cos I get a tingle in the jimmy after three days in it Hold up! Back to the clinic Uhh, aah, poked your bitch in the eye Then I step like Omega's hifi (AWROOF!) I walk the earth like Moses Any mackadocious, I grew up with no chips Shows I turn out I got dough but still call my hos on my burnout But can't phone long distance I'm a rich nigga still gettin public assistance Rockin shit on a task cam Got MC's talkin 'bout "I love you, man" But you can't get my last bud Or my last dove outta beats we be makin Dre and M-E-L got the whole Earth quakin That's how it is and that's how I want it This is my world and I'm shittin on it (On the world) Shittin on it (On the world) Shittin on the world (Here me, yeah, shittin on the world) (On the world) Shittin on it (On the world) Shittin on the world (Here me, yeah, shittin on the world) (On the world) Shittin on it (On the world) Shittin on the world (Here me, yeah, shittin on the world) Yes yes y'all, ooh funk... Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy y'all Ooh in come funk Yes yes y'all, to the beat y'all Every three days and the El change ??? Ooh, Most come funk Dr Dre Index Blunt TimeDEAD! (Blunt time-pull out your philly)Ha ha,mighty Aftermath (Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli) Whose soul ever contest,DEAD! In me ear Dre.You hear me now?DEAD! (Blunt time-pull out your philly) (Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli) Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrong Room for moving in,but that was on-ly mine They will shake the hand,never really seen and only heard They will shake the hand,he is only to heard l-oo-oo-ng Knick-knack,paddy wack give a dog a bone Long Beach City I wreck is my zone I be the solo rollo which means I rule alone You droop first blood,mother thought you was the lone Fool now break for ya two It's called the ol'Rambo,catch ambush I wish you wouldn't moosh like ya wanna come push I'll dump ya and leave ya stankin in the forest you Gump Long Beach City-firmly represented Narrator X is representor Lyrical the kick make me ya mentor Freeze MCs,don't ent-or I'll take like Anne Arden's new chips in wint-or Or since I'm Sun I'll melt the metaphor The meatphors are meltin,style is beltin I heard a dog yelpin but no helpin Blunt time-pull out your philly Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli Dancin,puffin,sippin or set trippin Dimes keep on flippin flippin Blunt time-pull out your philly Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli Dancin,puffin,sippin or set trippin Dimes keep on flippin flippin Dre's bad beats they Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat X flex lyric they can't come back Fact:El-elevant,elegant and eloquent no shit I boots hits,throw tantrums like Ella Fitz Nah,the member X but you'll remember X indeedy Now remember don't contest the (?Frex?) Got you in spot like Lindscrafter but you try to diss I burn you like Backdrafter After that you'll get nothing from me but laughter Similar to this,HA what's the repertoire-kick deadly wit lyrics Shot your punk ass like ELEC now it's Blunt time-pull out your philly Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli Dancin,puffin,sippin or set trippin Dimes keep on flippin flippin Blunt time-pull out your philly Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli Dancin,puffin,sippin or set trippin Dimes keep on flippin flippin Mighty Aftermath! Once again.can't hold us back Refuse,refuse(DEAD!)you lose(DEAD!).DEAD!(Indeed) Attempts wiil be futile,it's way to brutal Hear me now Narrator-to-the-X,tellin anyone who contest The mighty Aftermath Posse(Who?Who?)DEAD! (Murder!)Exclamation point! (Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii) (Blunt time)Ha (Blunt tiiiime)Mighty Aftermath to the 9-7 (Sip a glass of 'gnac my friend,dont'cah friend) (Roowl,IIIIIIII don't wanna fight no more,no no,oooh) (Blunt time,blunt time,blunt blunt,yep!) Dr Dre Index Been There Done ThatI been there... Done that You got guns? we got guns... Yo, I got straps, we got straps... A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth Talk that hard bullshit 'Cause it's all they worth... I been there... Done that You got guns? we got guns... Yo, I got straps, we got straps... A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth Talk that hard bullshit 'Cause it's all they worth... [Dr. Dre] No question, it's all about the D-R-E. So if money is the root I want the whole damn tree. Ain't tryin' to stock around for the Illuminati, Got to buy my own island by the year 2 G... Since way back I've been collecting my fee With the 48-tracks and the M-I-C. Got a palace in the Hills overlooking the sea. It's worth 8, but I only paid 5 point 3. Worldwide, got the triple beam, I slide. Listenin' to yo demo in a stretch limo. It's how I ride - cartel style. Full, stacked to the max now. A million-dollar smile, people wonder how. 'Dre Day' every day. Trips to Montigo Bay, With more chips than Frito Lay. Flossed jewels in a tire, ain't nuthin' fly. Straight or illegal - it's still the root of all evil... Coz... I been there... Done that You got guns? we got guns... Yo, I got straps, we got straps... A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth Talk that hard bullshit 'Cause it's all they worth... I been there... Done that You got guns? we got guns... Yo, I got straps, we got straps... A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth Talk that hard bullshit 'Cause it's all they worth... [Dr. Dre] Young black Rockerfeller. Hell, a swiss and mozarella. Pockets sweller, gettin' money like a bank teller. 'Cause a fool and his dough soon split. So when you come across a fool get all that she be gettin'. Ladies, get your paper too. Don't expect for no man to support you. Keep it true, 'Cause most brothers are raised to decide for the pesos. My woman is independent, makin' dough by the case loads. I'mma keep buildin'... make it killing. Kick back, relax, and grow old with my millions. That's where it's at. You got drama, I got the gat, But we're both black so I don't wanna lay you flat. Instead let's get paper, while it's paper to get. Private Jet, 600 coupes that I runs if... I'm livin' on another level that y'all ain't been yet. Spend a mill, no sweat, water the line with my wet... I been there... Done that You got guns? we got guns... Yo, I got straps, we got straps... A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth Talk that hard bullshit 'Cause it's all they worth... I been there... Done that You got guns? we got guns... Yo, I got straps, we got straps... A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth Talk that hard bullshit 'Cause it's all they worth... [Dr. Dre] This is for the millionaires, Throw a stack in the air and watch brothers start plottin', Honeys start to stare. 'Cause game is money and money is game, And broke brothers make the 45 flame with no shame. Now many people die over these dead green guys. Ignorance and greed take their ass by surprise. It's the root of all evil and sins. Yet and still it makes the world go around, Like my 20-inch rims... Moolah y'all. Platinum plaques cover my walls. Grindin', diamonds shinin', and without one flaw. Get the cash, the grass, the ass will bounce. Luciano and all amounts, that's all that counts 'cause... I been there...And done that... Been there, done that... The Aftermath! Dr Dre Index As The World Keeps Turnin'As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning (This ain't no) street sermon, these niggas are determined As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning (This ain't no) street sermon, these niggas are determined ( Where ) I flow like CD's in the deck Moosh fools in the face that lack respect Protect ya arm, pitch from the funk I deodirise the musty, ya rhymes are crusty, you can't bust G So leave me alone I'm in the zone Walkin the streets on my own, nigga get blown Some niggas say that nigga Where is gone But I'm low in the cut and gotta microphone Are you gone bust or play bones? You motherfuckin clone, get off that nigga's style and get'cha own It's Miscellane and it's on again For the niggas that slept, they shoulda stayed in step And kept ya big fuckin mouth shut As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning (This ain't no) street sermon, these niggas are determined As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning (This ain't no) street sermon, these niggas are determined ( Where ) I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache Advil, Tylenol, Peptol, slept so long realised my world is wrong My world is gone like disco Blowin up Cisco and in my Cammo Standin in back of me was my soul Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold A tar can of hos to lubricate my system quick Shaky bitches off the dick Cos she got a vice grip on the flow from my lips I'm slow but equipped with the proper tools Show me the one talkin shit so I can drop a fool I'm out to glow a nigga roll if he think he Mr CREAM Come back on the scene and smoke a phillie, G I really dream of gettin mine now let me tell you what's silly Me, buckin with my team is murder one I heard a gun bustin shots (SHOTS!), down the block (BLOCK!) I guess a nigga gettin what he got (GOT!) Shit is heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas to smoke niggas I'll fuck one for y'all, they made ya last phone call To a trick that didn't even care Cos she was gettin fucked somewhere, you're stuck in there Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you wanna kill, nigga (Nigga) Nigga how ya feel? (Nigga) You can't try to be real (You can't try to be real) Shit is for real As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning (This ain't no) street sermon, these niggas are determined As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning (This ain't no) street sermon, these niggas are determined ( Where ) I'm cooler than most, but I got the shorter temper And I'm cooler than foes that don't know how it goes Let's take it back to the first side When you was a new jack and jockin my new track But you was wrong, didn't know about the big long Head-strong, nicknamed Dav from off the school yard Witta teenage group I'm turnin loots to tracks Me and my niggas like (These tracks are laced with bomb weed and tight lyrics) You wanna know what the hos used to do When me and my crew came bustin through All sorts of blushins brew (A neighbourhood find, a gift too swift, Miscellane is the crew) Underground till my brown eyed balls turned blue This is for the bitches and niggas that wanna front I smoke on, I broke on till I spoke on Miscellane packin shows like Farrakhan Where is on another level with two niggas that's on the same plateau Now that's three times your tightest flow And three times ya tightest track, three times your fattest sack Three times is clever (BUCK!) As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning (This ain't no) street sermon, these niggas are determined As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning (This ain't no) street sermon, these niggas are determined As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning (This ain't no) street sermon, these niggas are determined As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning (This ain't no) street sermon, these niggas are determined Thou shalt rest in grief who lay buried in the belt Barely included work, leaves bodies scarred and hurt To art in hell, where the next man dwells The place with stankin pussy and crack rock dwells Dr Dre Index Got Me Open( Dr. Dre ) Ai Aiyo Butter is, uhh, Hands-On in the house Well check it out, put some shit on for em Let's get it on, kick it Ha yeah, hell yeah Yeah that shit sounds dope Aiyo Kim, what you got to say ( Kim of Hands-On ) Well boy you're movin me There's somethin physical about it The way you're makin me feel The way you're touching me, can't explain Oh, I just can't keep still When you're kissing me it gives me what I need Hold on tight and baby do it all night (Check it) This is the part you take my heart to wipe your feet on I wonder how boy, you make me over ( Hands-On ) Now tell me away, cos I can't stop from how you mean The things you do to me Has got my body wanting you more and more Oh baby, it's got it bad Your love has got me open ( Dre ) Yeah No question, kick back, watch my dope eye rise Still an everyday brother with my eyes on the prize Take my time analysing every song that dies Flossin the fliest rides from hits you memorise Been doin this since days of N.W.A. Took it to the next level when I use to DJ Got family and fans from New York to L.A. They keep it real cos they know that Dre come with Bombay G's up, ain't nuttin changed, yo freeze up! When I come thru, player haters, women one-two The dotted Maxwell from only a minimum of set sales Clutch your tails for honeys waitin to exhale Keep writin til the next millenium Tape one hit when I serve these fiends, stuff mo' potent than Bolivian Welcome to the Aftermath Aiyo Crystal, what you got to say? ( Crystal of Hands-On ) It's like I'm glowing about the animal attraction That grows between us And then my friends ask me just where the hell I've been They think I'm crazy, they don't understand When you're next to me, I'm lost in ecstasy Don't let go cos I'm about to explode (Aftermath!) This is the part you take my heart to wipe your feet on Baby please don't make me over ( Hands-On ) Now tell me away, cos I can't stop from how you mean The things you do to me Has got my body wanting you more and more Oh baby, it's got it bad Your love has got me open ( Hands-On ) You touch me at the spot Ooh boy, you got me high (that's right) And when you're loving me down, I never want you to stop Just take it easy (say what?) Baby boy, you babe, you touch the spot I swear you got me open ( Hands-On ) Now tell me away, cos I can't stop from how you mean The things you do to me Has got my body wanting you more and more Oh baby, it's got it bad Your love has got me open Dr Dre Index STR-8 GoneHaa Woo Dedicated to the up city Straight West Coast nigga, ain't no pity Put holes in niggas, real pretty Real shitty like a black Frank Nitty I give drugs to the thugs price-free Handed down the game by that nigga Ice-T No doubt players like me Recognise the great King Tee, about twenty grand a ki Ah, that's that G shit, no doubt about that Statutory lyrics is how I rape the rap And get your niggas off my back And no, GOD, ya don't pull a strap, cos FUCK THAT! I'm very precise when I shoot Straight out the roof of my Lexus coupe Ya wanna blame Tha Alkaholik group But, naw, that nigga Tela must've hit the loot Cos he's actin real loonie And I don't give a fuck cause I'm drunk and I'm a G like Spoonie The hoodrats wanna do me So if you've got'cha county cheque give it to me Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits And the two dog groan, a 50 gat to your dome That nigga on the mic str-8 gone Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits And the two dog groan, sittin on chrome That nigga on the mic str-8 gone Huh, so I guess I earned the title 'OG' Been down for ten years, this my fifth Lp I'ma get this one easy A real motherfuckin G, R-rock Tee Now all these fools talkin 'bout they some killers Car stealers, big time drug dealers Bitch ass niggas keep it real, don't lie You ain't killin shit and they gon' let shit die You ask "Who the hell am I?" They call me 'Big Bone' and on my worst night I fades em all And I come thru ya hood like a locc ass G Rip any fool that calls hisself an MC It's only one way, let's have gun play I make it play, nigga, fuck what you got to say I got a mad crew of murderers, ex-burglars Puttin soft niggas outta service Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits And the two dog groan, all the fuckin chips blown That nigga on the mic str-8 gone Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits And the two dog groan, sittin on chrome That nigga on the mic str-8 gone My whole crew lives illegal Strapped with the bulletproof vest in the front and back Regal Smokin that sticky green grass Hittin switches, bumpin on cuts from the past We smoke leaf cos we live like G's Super-soft niggas become enemies I hit a lick on the East for ten ki's Now everything I drive is on Deez I'ma make you believe, I gotta put it down like a real nigga should My dope spot in every nigga's hood I don't waste time, I need to get what's mine Fourteen shells from behind Leave you in the blind, str-8 paralysed from ya spine A partner of organised crime Ya hear it all the time but now ya gotta hear it from the truth Til my nigga Karl Phat's respect due Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits And the two dog groan, all the fuckin chips blown That nigga on the mic str-8 gone Baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits And the two dog groan, sittin on chrome That nigga on the mic str-8 gone Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome That nigga on the mic str-8 gone Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome That nigga on the mic str-8 gone Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome That nigga on the mic str-8 gone Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit Ain't fuckin with nothin but them platinum hits And the two dog groan, 50 gat to the dome That nigga on the mic str-8 gone And I'm gone Dr Dre Index L.A.W. ( Lyrical Assault Weapon )It's like, it's like this Word up, knowhutI'msayin? One time for your mind, y'knowI'msayin? Yo, from upstate to Brooklyn, the whole borough's thorough You know the time, y'knowI'msayin? Crown Heights, to all my niggas holdin it down It's hardcore, B-boy rhymes just for you, y'knowI'msayin? (L-A-W, this might trouble you) This is Sharief, y'knowI'msayin? Puttin it down for the Aftermath like this ( One: Sharief ) As I inhale the blunt and take a sip off the yac My rhymes come to life, my verbal forces attack Can't hold me back, I'm too strong, I waited too long Freestyle a whole rap tape then write a new song Been in the game since...what? That shit is past tense Pass the microphone and watch this nigga crack the C With that ill shit, I came to kill shit I crack the code, must be the reason they reveal shit But in this era of mayhem I recyc' the murderous rhymes to slay them To all my opponents who wanna kick it, I spark The verbal scientist in your title, I'm walkin wit it A hundred dime pieces and the party got the heaters I shine my verbal styles and got niggas climbin on speakers, the thrill seekers An earthquake of bass lines swangin the party, I'm slangin the mic Like a syllable shotty, sippin 40's Check it out y'all, L-A-W's raw L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon L-A-W, this might trouble you For all the B-boys and all the B-gals Check it out now, L-A-W's raw L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon L-A-W, this might trouble you For all the B-boys and all the B-gals ( Sharief ) Bona fide B-boy, biceps' bionic Blast em back, okay let's get it started Original rap styles comin from my shooter Fifty niggas deep, I'm the ill kid recruiter People gather round, check my flow Listen too, look take a peek, time for thought then you know (What they know?) I build with skill, fulfill the drill and still then kill You couldn't stop the pain with Benadryl Too many claim unnamed for fame Or be soft as baby tissue with no gun to aim I take a raptor's rough cuz I'lla date the semen Spectators be sayin they can't go where he went That's another level of attack (haa), bring your bats My DJ scratch the record like a scrotum sack I slice the rapper like a surgeon If he wanna battle, I play him out like a priest in a turban Too much tenacity, vocal capacity Ya better take some notes, don't try to get on after me Cuz I'm the chemical enemical Rhymes I say are definitely guaranteed to reach the pinnacle Check it out y'all, L-A-W's raw L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon L-A-W, this might trouble you For all the real players and all the fly girls Check it out now, L-A-W's raw L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon L-A-W, this might trouble you For all the real players and all the fly girls ( Sharief ) Feelin the metronome click, my microphone's on It's time to kiss Sharief to perform Ya lukewarm, my degrees be uncharted in the centre of fight square I rum brass knuckle rhymes fuckin with crimes I'm natural as loaded dice, understand Where no man survives, L.A.W. can Transform, I see it ain't even worth ya triggers I'm from the days when B-boys were straight earthin niggas Standin my arms crossed, toss a grenade Rein-force my zone as a lyrical barricade You better cuz your dome piece blown Release chrome beats, nuclear missiles rhymes under my comb Three strikes marks the villian bustin rhymes Like shots in Sarajevo Saturday night blood be spillin Some I slaughter such as *?two compel?* blows Crush your corny kids caught stumblin on my shells, so Sick, too quick, I stab you with some shit Doin infinite assault these hard lyrics I commit When I crush your lungs, I keep my pace uptempo Swingin my prison rhymes, fuckin mics like a nympho Check it out y'all, L-A-W's raw L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon L-A-W, this might trouble you For all the real hustlas across the world Check it out now, L-A-W's raw L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon L-A-W, this might trouble you For all the real hustlas across the world Check it out y'all, L-A-W's raw L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon L-A-W, this might trouble you For all the real hustlas across the world Check it out now, L-A-W's raw L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon L-A-W, this might trouble you For all the real hustlas across the world Dr Dre Index Nationowl(All right, is everybody ready *YEAH!*) (Alright now, here we go) Nationowl divides this bomb to blow Adios serials worldwide Once inside ya ride, usin the mic like a screwdriver To break down the speed While labels were sound asleep, Nowl peeped and creeped And stole the ground beneath they feet Far from the bail, still makin my sales Movin tapes like weight, we's hip-hop cartel Takin over, no doubt Like thongs, they ass out but win amounts with the Doctor Dre, all day cash his cheques Like Play, I hittin you in the head like strays (BUU-YU-KOW!) Nationowl's defence covers my ass And team o' outcast niggas who're quick to blast Our beat's on hit, keep the peace on MC's couldn't find my path (Where you at niggas?) Pledge a legiance to my team Let's scheme, nigga, we gots ta get CREAM Cos worldwide shit's outta control Why you can't get down with Nationowl Young and old, my niggas who's on parole Why you can't get down with Nationowl Bitches who own, my niggas whose heart is cold Why you can't get down with Nationowl Nationowl's anthem, got'cha soul on lock Still fully loaded, cocked the handgun Composed like the Phantom While the face of earth gets ugly, we ever lovely Bitches who never duck me, "Nowl loved me" In thinkin I must spend dough til I'm dizzy Assholes around like a frisby And for satisfaction chew an MC like Wrigley History's about to be made, I met'cha in a way Tryin ya hardest to delay My flight batterin, keep the world ringin like *?Sadaran?* Lyrics bone shatterin Pretenders wantin to be Cinder-rella What? That shoe you tryin ta wears, not fittin Now we're strippin niggas like a Chippendale I'm rippin hell, burnin the devil and inhale Pledge a legiance to my team Let's scheme, nigga, we gots ta get CREAM Cos worldwide shit's outta control Why you can't get down with Nationowl Young and old, my niggas who's on parole Why you can't get down with Nationowl Bitches who own, my niggas whose heart is cold Why you can't get down with Nationowl In the last days, which side will you be on? Nationowl's on the side that I beat on I demand put me on From the door I use MC's to wipe my feet on My shit be bumpin like in-grown hair For twenty-six years trained in ghetto warfare Nigga, I see more green than St. Patrick Pro actors, game of life with no practice Controllin craps like I had a remote It's a rule, now go enter ya tomb No joke, much over I scold It's some game for all who's tryin ta split ya coats Best believe that these are our last years Prepare or get done from the rear As we move there, where? The final frontier United we stand, divided we don't have a prayer Pledge a legiance to my team Let's scheme, nigga, we gots ta get CREAM Cos worldwide shit's outta control Why you can't get down with Nationowl Young and old, my niggas who's on parole Why you can't get down with Nationowl Bitches who own, my niggas whose heart is cold Why you can't get down with Nationowl Are you wit me East Coast? Are you wit me West Coast? Are you wit me? Are you wit me? Are you wit me West Coast? Are you wit me East Coast? Are you wit me? Are you wit me? Dr Dre Index FameFame, I'm the man that takes things over Fame makes me loose, hard to swallow Fame puts me there where things are hollow Fame Fame It's not your brain, it's just the flame The bitch is gonna get your ends SLAIN! (You know I need the money, I will get the money Cos I need the cash, hey c'mon gotta get it) (You know I need the money, I will get the money Cos I need the cash, hey c'mon gotta get it) ( RC ) Fame, what you like is in the limo Fame, take it now there's no tomorrow Fame, what you need you'll have to borrow Fame Fame Nine is fine, it plays for time I'ma lemme hit you from be-hind Fame, Fame Fame A bullet for me, I bust it for you I love it when you grab my gun Fame Fame, what's your name? What's your name? What's your name? Say my name? Say my name? Say my name? [King Tee] The world's famous, rugged with the superstar persona Rough designer, the chubby alcoholic rhymer Big timer, I'm known in places I haven't even been Executed styles behind men Oh God, I preach that old Hudd City gospel My look's hostile, hittin Remy from the bottle The fame is like I'm possessed wit game And everywhere I go, hos screamin my name But I'm rollin, not that my bald head's swollen I'm towin, ya fixed up, they'd rather see ya broken I'm scopin often where the spotlights shine Me and my crew drinkin tryin ta have a good time But folks watchin, wearin khakis or Versace They try to mack me, caught up in the papparazzi I'ma look what the hogg had become A top notch nigga with the fame game ( RC ) Is it any wonder, I'll reject ya first Fame Fame Fame Fame Is it any wonder, your heart's too cold to fool Fame Fame Fame Fame Dr Dre Index |
