The Puppet Master Soul Assassins (Ft. B-Real & Dr. Dre)

[Intro]
Step right up, step right up
Come one, come all
Come and see the masters of the puppets, the puppeteers
Watch, as they amaze you, what they make the puppets do
This is coming to you directly from The Soul Assassins
No strings attached

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
I spark like a blunt's tip, somethin' cavi
Makin' Greene like Mitch, gives rap vocals dispatch
With every attempt, to have this game shook up
When Dre cook up, every thug look up
Chronic got me on tilt, eyes bloodshot, heavy built
Lay a nigga out like quilt, clear to gill
I rock for rollers, from lowriders to Henny toasters
Cut off dead weight to keep my formulas kosher
Accept no imitations
Dre losin' his stack is slim as chances
Of Michael Jackson gettin' his black fans back
My reputation's like a TEC-9
Knock out the best in a circle
Three minutes wreck time
See, the hand is faster than the eye can chase it
Dre, B-Real, Soul Assassins got potential buttons activated
No illusion, I have you caught up in the rapture
Executive decisions from the motherfucking puppet masters