[Skit: Dr. Dre & Man]
Yeah, nigga, what's up with all that motherfuckin' shit you was talkin', nigga? (Hey, why you trippin'?)
Huh? (Hey Dre, why you trippin', why you trippin'?)
Fuck that, nigga, what's up with all that shit you was talkin', nigga? (I ain't say nothing, why you trippin'?)
You're a motherfuckin' liar, nigga, that was you (Nah, that wasn't me)
That was you, nigga (That wasn't me), hey
Hey, hey, check this out, motherfucker
What's wrong, nigga? (It wasn't)
You can't talk with a gun in your mouth? (Nah, it wasn't me, Dre)
You can't talk with a gun in your mouth? (It wasn't me)
Listen up, nigga, you know Lucifer? (Nah)
Well, you're about to meet him, motherfucker
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg & The Kay-Gees]
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
Forty-four reasons come to mind
Why a motherfuckin' brother is hard to find
He been walkin' on the streets and fuckin' with mine
Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind
See, I never take a step on a Compton block
Or L.A. without the AK ready to pop
'Cause them punk motherfuckers in black and white
Ain't the only motherfuckers I gots to fight
I think it's better to be tellin' the facts than cuffed up
And jacked and fucked up
What you niggas looking at? You going
"Goddamn," 'cause it's the city
And for you to survive, a nigga gotta be a gangsta
And I'm a nigga you can't remove
Took out a lot of motherfuckers for tryin' to prove
To they homies that they can hang by dealin' with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
'Cause I relax, sit back, do a job and jet
Yo, I know you understand my flow
So here we go, and Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know
Yeah, nigga, what's up with all that motherfuckin' shit you was talkin', nigga? (Hey, why you trippin'?)
Huh? (Hey Dre, why you trippin', why you trippin'?)
Fuck that, nigga, what's up with all that shit you was talkin', nigga? (I ain't say nothing, why you trippin'?)
You're a motherfuckin' liar, nigga, that was you (Nah, that wasn't me)
That was you, nigga (That wasn't me), hey
Hey, hey, check this out, motherfucker
What's wrong, nigga? (It wasn't)
You can't talk with a gun in your mouth? (Nah, it wasn't me, Dre)
You can't talk with a gun in your mouth? (It wasn't me)
Listen up, nigga, you know Lucifer? (Nah)
Well, you're about to meet him, motherfucker
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg & The Kay-Gees]
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
Forty-four reasons come to mind
Why a motherfuckin' brother is hard to find
He been walkin' on the streets and fuckin' with mine
Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind
See, I never take a step on a Compton block
Or L.A. without the AK ready to pop
'Cause them punk motherfuckers in black and white
Ain't the only motherfuckers I gots to fight
I think it's better to be tellin' the facts than cuffed up
And jacked and fucked up
What you niggas looking at? You going
"Goddamn," 'cause it's the city
And for you to survive, a nigga gotta be a gangsta
And I'm a nigga you can't remove
Took out a lot of motherfuckers for tryin' to prove
To they homies that they can hang by dealin' with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
'Cause I relax, sit back, do a job and jet
Yo, I know you understand my flow
So here we go, and Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know
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