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Verse 1
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"Yes, it is I," says me
And all who agree are more than three
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'cause they're we
But let's take a travel
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down the blindside
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And see what we find on this
Verse 2
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so duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with
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and maybe because of the tone I kicks
When I grips the mic and kick
and slam
'Nough respect like a sensei,
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whoop ass like Van Damme
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So any nigga that claim they bossin'
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Cren shaw and Slauson?
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Slangin' them things like
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a real O- G should
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I'm stackin' and
mackin' and packin' a ten so
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But ain't no set trippin'
'Cause it's Death Row,
Think about whoopin' some ass,
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Ain't nathin' but a busta
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pumpin' slugs in motherfuckers
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Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate,
Verse 3
lynchin' of sorts
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You're a victim from my
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From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
When I kick up wicked raps
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my lit erary form will blast
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And totally surpass the norm
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I'm the presenter
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and the tormentor
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Deranged, like the Hillside Strangler
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MC- mangler, tough like Wrangler
Verse 4
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And now I'm servin'
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There'll be no repentance
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Since it's the life that I choose to lead,
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I plead guilty
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let the ball bounce where it may
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It's just another clip into my AK
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Facts and stacks of clips
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on my mat tress
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Bed frame there's another dead,
bang
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Layin' lame put to shame,
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A woman comin' from the D- E- A- T- H and R- O- W,
takin' no shit
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It's 187 on motherfuckers,
don't stop
Verse 5
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It's the number one nigga from the hood,
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I stay in Hollywood
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Shootin' at the hoes with
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Sent to Death Row 'cause I wanted to
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make a grip from servin' my rocks
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Peace to my mother
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In the pen and the county jail
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And you're sayin', "Fuck the police"
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And all the homies on the streets
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is all about peace
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But ain't nothin' but a black thing,
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I bet you don't wanna
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the D- R to the E
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Or my motherfuckin' homie D.O.C.
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Yeah, and you don't stop
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Doggy Dogg break 'em down with
the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound
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We gotta smoke 'em,
then choke 'em like the motherfuckin' Peterman
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and two and to the one
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Cell block four, peace, Doggy Dogg's done
Verse 6
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path I'm on
There's three types
what happened
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And people like us from the streets that make thing
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