[Eazy-E:]
Hey Yella
Kick that shit
199-muthaphukkin-E
The muthaphukkin year
Of the real muthphukkin' G's
And we gonna do this shit like this...
Mac Dre: Since I was a young buck my mackin was cool I used to tongue-kiss girls in the back of the school And maybe sometime a nigga got mo' than a kiss.
[Gangsta Dresta:]
Nigga eva deadly
Ya just don't know who ya f**kin' wit
So I suggest get in ya shit and keep truckin' bitch
Before I get my gat ya pressure case
Blast, blast I leave my gang bang layin' on ya face
I tattoe Dre name on my chest
Cross it out just another nigga that I X-ed huh
And you won't see R.I.P.
You'll see P.N.D.
A Punk nigga deceased yeah
And the bitch that was yours will be mine buddy
All because ya woofed on a nigga that was nutty
And I had to make an example
Nigga thinks I'm crazy now but that was just a sample
Of a nigga with street wise reality
That don't give a f**k type Compton mentality
I stare back death right in the face
Contemplate my last day on and everyday base
'Cause a nigga neva know when he go
I hope it only takes one shot
'Cause I don't wanna die slow
My funeral will be full of my peers
People that neva gave a f**k about me droppin'
Threw me tears
I hope I'm in the casket face down
So all you muthaphukkaz can kiss my black ass now
And f**k all that cryin' all night
Just be happy that I'm rid of this f**ked up life
Yeah, and now you see you can't handle me
I give a shout to Tonel and the Ruthless Phuckin Family.
Peep Game It Goes Like This Mac Dre Lyrics Eminem
[Eazy-E:]
Out wit the old in with the muthaphukkin new
But check dis shit out I got somebody for ya bitch...
Muthaphukka
[Sylk:]
Now it's about time for the Sylk to speak
Check dat ass last weak
You off the chronic and you tweak
Speak when I feel
'Cause I'm as real as they come
I'm a bitch with a gun
Neva run ain't for none
So step, step up
If ya wanna test ya luck trick
Sister like Sylk
Don't really giva a f**k bitch
Punk bitches wanna step phony speak howdy doody
I make ya self break ya self bitch you neva new me
Yours truly no longer layin' in the cut
Steady phuckin' shit up
Neva see me shakin' my butt I strut
Like a gangsta bitch no not a pranksta bitch
I'm quick to gank a bitch trick
Peep game at this bitch as I shoot this
Gangsta bitch steppin' rollin' wit da Ruthless.
[B.G. Knocc Out:]
The R-U-T-H-L-E double S
Yo it's the nigga knocc out
Claim the block so nigga whats next
Try to step and flex and get wrecked like a mac truck
I'm kickin', tah spittin' this funky shit to make a quick phat buck
I'm doggin' a dog you suckaz can't talk bout tip flip I rip shit
I'm stressin' 'Damn 'cause', 'Pick it back up'
Chillin up in the studio
With the Ruthless Family
F**k the Death Row Posse
Yo them fools cannot handle me
Snoop and Andre ya come and try to fade the
Loc'ed out, Compton, Original Baby Gangsta
1-8-7's how we do it on the West
Ya say ya shit is Chronic but to me it's more like stress
Or should I say make my shit the stronic
Tha Dogg Pound don't wanna step to the atomic dog
D-O-T-K-N-O-Double-C-O-U-T so muthaphukka come and phuck wit me.
'Come On', 'Come On'
'This is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
Ruthless Muthaphukkin' Family ya still in effect' [3x]
'This is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
Ruthless Muthaphukkin' Family' 'Kick That Shit'
Peep Game It Goes Like This Mac Dre Lyrics Dr Dre
[Eazy-E:]
Jealousy is a muthaphukka when your the man
With the other hand I don't give a shit
Clock a grip like no other can
Wanna be like me be a G like me
But I'm the nigga that made a G
Outta the bitch D-R Eazy
I was the captain
Dre was my sidekick
Everything was cool
Till he wanted to get what I get
Any other real G Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E
Now claimin' you a G
How does it feel to be me
M : MAC DRE : Rapper Gone Bad (1999)
Rapper Gone Bad
Peep Game It Goes Like This Mac Dre Lyrics Feeling Myself
[VERSE 1]
I'm a young gifted and black mack, rap sweet like candy yams
And I make you put your fist up to your mouth and say, 'Goddamn!'
Boy, I got heat, flame-o, pull a mic, liquid draino
Verbal volcano, they love me, cause they know
I'm cut from the cloth that real men are made of
Bitches get sprayed up with clips of this Bay love
Attackin you with vernacular, dialect and lingo
The Rapper Gone Bad, boy, peep the first single
Bounce and shake what your mammy gave you
It's the drapers, can you feel it? Nothin can save you
>From the dapper rapper who stay fitted like a mannequin
Hoes see me in the traffic and say, 'Girl, there go that man again'
I'm fabulicious, game nutricious
Break bitches like dishes and drink like them fishes
Boy, put some of that yukon jack in the bag
And come fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad
(Rapper gone bad)
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
(Baaad)
[VERSE 2]
I'm a old schooler like Grandmaster and the 5 that was Furious
Bitches goin delirious even though it ain't that serious
You're curious? Well, listen to these lyricals
Them suckers tryin to knock this, it's gonna take a miracle
I'm seasoned with the game that o.g.'s told me
Got laced like Luke did by Obi Won Kenobi
Or Yoda, hold a, mic in my right hand
And when I'm sleep you know I keep a fat strap in my nightstand
I strike men, my height, man, is l-o-double d
I see us after the show at the hotel Double Tree
Cool, calm and collected, but sometimes I get mean
Cause suckers sick of the scene like they Jack and i'm the Green
Giant, defiant, bitches get dealt with quick
Can't be on this ball team unless you wanna help get grits
Let's get rich, is what I tell em, sell em dreams like horoscopes
They try to fight the feeling, but it's hard to ignore your folks
Mac D with the r connected to the e (me)
Might be at the bar drinkin Hennessy
In between the sheets I'm a freak and a cold piece of work
My puddy over her body like Johnny, Keith and Levert
(Rapper gone bad)
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
(Baaad)
[VERSE 3]
A thug like 2pac, wanna mack like Too $hort
Smoke punks like Newports, get drunk off 2 quarts
Bendin corners in somethin ninety-new
Lookin real ragoon on my way to see Chuey
Boy, I'm on the air gettin heavy rotation
But I'm still a player with a Chevy on Daytons
I'm hi-po, and the five-o really can't stand me
Got posse, Flowmasters and Shift, King and Tranny
Chirpin every time I shift gears
In that '95 Impala with them gold-dipped gears
Put some of that 151 in the bag
Come fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad
(Rapper gone bad)
(Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)
(Baaad)
Peep Game It Goes Like This Mac Dre Lyrics Boss Tycoon
Thanks to Apple for correcting these lyrics.
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