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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
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Yes, yo,
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I'm in the house now for sure
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Because I wanna talk about the
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hearts of men
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Who knows what evil lurks within them?
But let's take a travel
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down the blindside
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And see what we find on this
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path called
Verse 2
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Stranded on Death Row,
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so duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with
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fat tracks that fits
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The gangsta type,
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what I recite's kinda lethal
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Niggas know the flow that
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I kick there's no equal
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I'm murderin' niggas, yo,
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and maybe because of the tone I kicks
When I grips the mic and kick
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shit niggas can't fuck with
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So remember I go hardcore,
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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Why don't you bring your ass on over to
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Cren shaw and Slauson?
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Take a walk through the hood,
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where we up to no good
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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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When you're slippin', I slip the clip in
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But ain't no set trippin'
'Cause it's Death Row,
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rollin' like the mafia
Think about whoopin' some ass,
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well what the fuck stoppin' ya?
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Ain't nathin' but a busta
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I'm stranded on Death Row for
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pumpin' slugs in motherfuckers
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Now you know you're outdone
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Feel the shotgun, Kurupt, inmate,
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cell block one
Verse 3
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No prevention from this
lynchin' of sorts
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You're a victim from my
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drive- by of thoughts
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No extensions,
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all attempts are to fail
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Blinded by the light,
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it's time you learn braille
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From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
When I kick up wicked raps
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Dr. Dre will kick the scratch
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With treachery,
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my lit erary form will blast
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And totally surpass the norm
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Not a storm, plural,
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make it, many storms
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When I'm vexed, I fight leg,
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necks and arms
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In this dimension,
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I'm the presenter
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And the inventor,
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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
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I write a rhyme, hard as concrete
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Step to the heat and get
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burned like mesquite
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So what you wanna do?
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The narrator RBX,cell block two
Verse 4
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Rage, lyrical murderer
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Stranded on Death Row
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And now I'm servin'
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a lifetime sentence
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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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On all counts,
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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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Buck 'em down with my
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underground tactics
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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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who's to blame?
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Me, The Lady of Rage
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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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So flip and you're
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bound to get dropped
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It's 187 on motherfuckers,
don't stop
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Hand cuffed as I bust,
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there'll be no debate
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It's Rage, from cell block H
Verse 5
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Ayo, steppin' through the fog and
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creepin' through the smog
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It's the number one nigga from the hood,
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Doggy Dogg
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Makin' videos, now
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I stay in Hollywood
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Bustin' raps for my snaps,
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now they call me Eastwood
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Dre is the doctor and my homie,
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lil' nigga
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Warren G is my hand and my
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hand's on the trigger
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Shootin' at the hoes with
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the game that I got
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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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And I'm still servin' for mine
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Peace to my mother
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fuckin' homies doin' time
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In the pen and the county jail
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Mobbin' with your blues on,
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mad as hell
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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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And it's drivin' the cops crazy
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But ain't nothin' but a black thing,
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baby
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Uh, I'm not flaggin'
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but I'm just saggin'
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I bet you don't wanna
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see the D- O- Double- G
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And you can't see
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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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You know you can't fuck with my
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motherfucking DJ
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That's my homie and we
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call him Warren G
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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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That's the only way we'll
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beat 'em, man
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We gotta smoke 'em,
then choke 'em like the motherfuckin' Peterman
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It's like three and to the two,
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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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now you know the
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path I'm on
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You think you're strong?
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See if you could travel on
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'Cause only the weak will try to speak
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Those who are quiet will always
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cause riots
There's three types
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of people in the world
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Those who don't know
what happened
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Those who wonder what happened
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And people like us from the streets that make thing
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s happen
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