Stranded on Death Row-Dr. Dre

Intro：bushwick bill Yes It is I says me And although me By morning three Cause they're weak *laughter* Yes Yo I'm in the house now for sure Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men Who knows what evil lurks within them But let's take a travel down the blindside And see what we find on this Path Called Verse one：kurupt Stranded on death row So duck when I swing my s**t I get rugged like rawhead rex with fat tracks that fits The gangsta type What I recite's kinda lethal N***az know The flow that I kick There's no refill I'm murderin n***az Yo And maybe because of the tone I kicks my grip The mic and kick s**t N***az can't f**k with So remember I go hardcore And slam Nuff respect like a sensei Ba bash like van damme So any n***a that claim they bossin What don't you bring your a*s on over to crenshaw and slauson Take a walk through the hood And we up to no good Slangin on things like a real ho G should I'm stackin and mackin and packin a ten so When you're slippin I slip the clip in But ain't no steady tripppin Cause it's death row Rollin like the mafia Think about whoopin some a*s But what the f**k stoppin ya Ain't nathin but a buster I'm stranded on death row for pumpin slugs in motherf**kers Now you know you're outdone Feel the shotgun Korrupt inmate cell block one Verse two：rbx No prevention from this mention of sorts Your're a victim From my driveby of thoughts No extensions All attempts are to fail Blinded by the light It's time you learn braile From the lunatic I death like arsenic When I kick up wicked raps That the grain will hit the scratch With treachery My literary form will blast And totally surpass the norm Not a storm Plural Make it Many storms When I'm vexed I fly leg necks and arms In this dimension I'm the presenter And the inventor And the tormentor Deranged Like the hillside strangler Mc mangler Tough like wrangler I write a rhyme Hard as concrete Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite So what you wanna do The narrator rbx Cell block two Verse three：lady of rage Rage Lyrical murderer Stranded on death row And now I'm servin a lifetime sentence There'll be no repentence Since it's the life that I choose to lead I plead guilty On all counts let the ball bounce where it may It's just another clip into my ak Buck em down with my underground tactics Facts and stacks of clips on my matress Bed frame there's another dead pain Layin lain with the shame Who's to blame Me The lady of rage On when I'm comin from the d e a t h in R o w takin No s**t So flip and you're bound to get dropped It's 187 on motherf**kers don't stop Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate It's rage From cell block eight Verse four：snoop doggy dogg And yo steppin through the fog And creepin through the smog It's the number one n***a from the hood Doggy dogg Makin videos Now I stay in hollywood Bustin raps for my snaps now they call me eastwood Dre is the doctor and my homey little n***a Warren g is my hand and my hand's on the trigga Shootin at the h*es with the game that I got Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a quick one servin my rocks And I'm still Servin for mines Peace To my motherf**kin homies doin time In the pen and the county jail Mobbin with your blues on Mad as hell And you say yeah f**k the police And all the homies on the streets is all about peace And it's drivin the cops crazy But ain't nuttin but a black thing bay bee Uhhh No I'm not flaggin But I'm just saggin I betcha don't wanna see the d o double g And you can't see The d r to the e Or my motherf**kin homey d O C You know you can't f**k with my motherf**kin dj That's my homey and we call him warren g Yeah And you don't stop Doggy dogg break em down with the motherf**kin dogg pound That's the only way we'll beat em man We gotta smoke em Then choke em Like the motherf**kin peter man It's like three and to the two And two and to the one Cell block four peace doggy dogg's done Outtro：bushwick bill Yo Now you know the path I'm on You think you're strong See if you can travel on Cause only the weak Will try to speak Those who are quiet Will always cause riots There's three types of people in the world Those who don't know what happened Those who wonder what happened And people like us from the streets that make things happen