[Featuring N.W.A]
(Dr. Dre)
Check this out, we’ve come to the last and final record
This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it offa little
Somethis like
This
We got my mella yella boy on the drums, We got Stan «the Guitar Man»
Dropping the rhythm. We got LA Dre on the keyboard and I want the
Whole
Posse in this muthafucka to rocl on this funky ass beat we’re gonna
Drop
Aight, So Ice Cube, you the early bird on this muthafucka, run it
(Ice Cube)
Picture a nigga that’s raw
Amplify his ass and what you see is what’s on
Muthafuckas I slaughter, blow em out the water
Word to me, fuck the father
My melody is deadly as a pin in a handgrenade
5 seconds before you get played
You can’t throw me, I guess you’ll blow up
Ever see a sucker scatter, it’ll make ya throw up
Then I take advantage, you can’t manage
To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up
Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up
Like a dude you can bet on
Collide like a head on
Collision, stutter steppin is an incision
Of a nigga saying exactly what I vision
Because I’m gone, you think I left you all
But I stay in yo’ ass like cholesterol
When I blast some solid ass alcatraz
And if you escape, you better swim fast
‘Cause I’ll catch ya, physically and mentally
And the capital punishment’s the penalty
Sitting in the electric chair, grab a hold
Pull the switch, yo’ body twitch, your eye’s explode
Out your skull ’cause being dull on a flow
Is an N-O, niggas didn’t know that I can go
Off and show off to throw off the law
Turn, take 10 paces then draw
What’s left is a muthafucka dead in the alley
Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale
(Dr. Dre)
Yea, yea that was funky but we need the muthafucking villian to speak
So kick it
(MC Ren)
The grand finale, yo, it’s my turn to bust
So let weak muthafuckas turn to dust
If you’re weak it ain’t my fault
Just take a kick in the ass and get turn into a pillar of salt
And niggas that’s biting just to taste me
I make the punk muthafuckas buckle up for safety
And on the dope they caught from the flash
And swing like a bit when he’s caught in a whiplash
Giving him pain ’cause I’m urgent
Rearrange the muthafucking face like a surgeon
It ain’t no excuse for the torture delivering
Don’t say that I scare you, I can tell ’cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I’m wanted by the law so I stay low
Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough
In a different stage, I must of went on a rampage
Me and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page
