A Nigga Witta Gun

歌詞

Yeah, nigga, what's up with all that motherfuckin' shit you was talkin', nigga? Hey, why you trippin'?Huh? Hey Dre, why you trippin', why you trippin'? Fuck that, nigga, what's up with all that shit you was talkin',nigga? I ain't say nothing, why you trippin'? You're a motherfuckin' liar, nigga, that was you Nah, that wasn't me! That was you, nigga That wasn't me!, hey— Hey, check this out, motherfucker What's wrong, nigga? It wasn't! You can't talk with a gun in your mouth? Nah, it wasn't me, Dre! You can't talk with a gun in your mouth? It wasn't me! Listen up, nigga, you know Lucifer? Nah Well, you're about to meet him, motherfucker Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun Forty-four reasons come to mind Why a motherfuckin' brother is hard to find He been walking on the streets and fuckin' with mine Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind See, I never take a step on a Compton block Or L.A. without the AK ready to pop 'Cause them punk motherfuckers in black and white Ain't the only motherfuckers I gots to fight I think it's better to be tellin' the facts than cuffed up And jacked and fucked up What you niggas looking at? You going "Goddamn!" 'Cause it's the city And for you to survive, a nigga gotta be a gangsta And I'm a nigga you can't remove Took out a lot of motherfuckers for tryin' to prove To they homies that they can hang by dealin' with me But once again in the end they D-E-A-D I never did time on a murder yet 'Cause I relax, sit back, do a job and jet Yo, I know you understand my flow So here we go, and Death Row Come let a motherfucker know Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun D-R-E, a motherfucker who's known for carrying gats And kick raps that make snaps, adapts to Any environment that I'm located at If you see me on the solo move believe that I'm strapped Four-four, tray-eight or AK-47 'Cause slowly but surely send you on a stairway to heaven Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back And lay a punk motherfucker flat As he wonder what popped before he got popped I told you I was Dre and you know it don't stop Now I know you understand my flow So here we go, and Death Row Come let a motherfucker know Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, yeah I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, yeah I breaks 'em off, but I ain't speaking about between the thighs I'm talking about cocking a gauge in between your eyes It'll make you drop to your knees 'cause you realize That a gat'll make any nigga civilized Old buster-ass nigga talking bullshit Don't know that I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with Get lit or hit up by the doctor A nigga that breaks 'em off properly Real G so don't doubt it I'm the one who's doin' it while these other niggas talk about it And if motherfuckers come at me wrong I straight put my forty-four Desert Eagle to his motherfuckin' dome And show him why they call me the notorious one The name is Dre Eastwood when I'm packing a gun You don't believe me, well step up and give it a try And if you die, you's a buster, 'cause real niggas don't die But some still don't hear me, though You're too near me not to hear me, nigga, yo So now you know Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun Who's the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun