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