The Conflict - Lyrics - H.w.a.

(Verse 1) ***, coming off soft Cover homes that's about to go off Like a rocket, like water in a socket But harder, like your *** Digging in them guts, better yet Stuck up the butt, 'cause that's how you like it Rather than mine, Eazy or Dre's Yella, you're a bi, and you go both ways ***, ***, goddam bi Get out your tissue, 'cause I'm a make your *** cry Yeah, I called you a ***, and you know it, too Pimple faced sucker, *** you! You don't get no respect from your own damn crew So what the *** you want from my hoe troop? They call you a ***, a punk, and a *** So a hoe put a label on your sissy *** (Chorus) Contagion, confusion and chaos Miss me with that The Conflict, Conflict The Conflict, Conflict (2X) (Verse 2) Now let me tell you about a lying MC He goes by the name of Eazy *** E He says he's a woman ***, but he's not a *** eater Hold on for a second while I sip on my 2 liter *** the art of sucking *** That little *** *** suck a hell of a *** My *** hit the ground, his head went down Stuck his tongue up my *** and he couldn't hear a sound But then again, you know I wasn't bothered 'Cause all I said was suck it harder, suck it harder He was sucking my ***, and licking my pearl I'm running my fingers through his Jerry Curl The goddam *** was all in my nails It was sticky and gummy, with a *** up smell The curl activator made me sick I'm just wondering if he curled the ***? Now Ren, you're a sad *** case A black *** with an ugly face Hard capping around like you're getting some ends You can't pull a *** unless you're driving a Benz In case you didn't notice, down the way You're the unknown member of NWA They got your *** there just to fill a space Because they needed that look of a monster face (Chorus) (4X) (Verse 3) Hold up, I've got something else to say It's about this man they call Dr. Dre It was something about you I couldn't pinpoint But it came to me when I smoked that joint I know your *** is strange, it's not quite right You proved it to me by fighting a *** that night You picked up a chair, and bashed her head Had it been me, your ***'d been dead Throwing a nose, called your *** out Michelle A, know what I'm talking about? No more lies is the name of that hit You're talking loud, but you ain't saying *** Try to come back with that old *** rap *** the police, boy your *** should be slapped You need to take lessons from a *** producer Dre, you ain't nothing but a *** loser (Chorus) (repeat and fade)