Big Ego's(Album Version (Edited))

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[Dr. Dre:] I got mo' class than most of 'em, ran wit the best of 'em Forgave the less of 'em & blazed at the rest of 'em. What can I say? Cali-for-ni-A Where niggas die everyday over some shit they say Disconnected from the streets forever As long as I got a baretta, nigga, I'm down for whatever I roll wit my shit off safety, for niggas that been hatin' me lately & the bitches that wanna break me If Cali blew up, I'd be in the Aftermath Bumpin' gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash 'Cause from Eazy E, to D.O.C. to D.P.G. Started from that S.O.B. D.R.E. Like Dub-C I'm rich rollin' pistol holdin' Pockets swoll nigga, that's how I'm rollin' Put the flame to the killer nigga Worldwide homicide mob figure & a builder, for real I'm hittin' switches, makin' bitches eat bitches See me grab my dick everytime I pose for pictures I own acres, flow seats watchin' The Lakers I'm cool with eses who got AK's in cases. Dedicated to all of those with Big Ego's Never fakin' we get the dough & live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' & yank the heezos Niggas play this in they Rovers Jeeps & Regals. Dedicated to all of those with Big Ego's Never fakin' we get the dough & live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' & yank the heezos Bitches play this in they Benz's Jeeps & Geo's. [Hitman:] I bust a Mr. Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie Crash & flex on Tuesday's, harassin' hoes at movies Passin' by with uzis & who you aimin' at? That shady bitch & that bitch nigga that was claimin' that Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat... {*automatic gunfire & screaming*} {*more screaming as tires peel out*} I don't sympathize for whack hoes & wimpy guys You got to recognize Hitman is a enterprise Cali pride, born to ride & South Centralized The Henny got me energized, smoke the guys Tryin' to focus on mines, poke they eyes out I'm L.A.'s 'loc'est, hope they don't have to find out the hard way Like snitch niggas in the pen that get Hit when the guards look the other way We hittin' hards, Hitman & Dre You playin' games, I suggest you know the rules We puttin' guns to fools, make you run yo' jewels Take yo' honey & cruise to the snootiest snooze, Cabos Pop coochie 'til the nut oozes, you shouldn't fuck wit crews That's sick, Aftermath 'cause we rule shit I'm Big Hit, don't confuse me wit no other by the flow muthafucker. Dedicated to all of those with Big Ego's Never fakin' we get the dough & live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' & yank the heezo's Niggas play this in they Rovers Jeeps & Regal's. Dedicated to all of those with Big Ego's Never fakin' we get the dough & live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo' & yank the heezo's Bitches play this in they Benz's Jeeps & Geo's. [Music stops:] [Phone ringing 3 & a half times:] [Picks up phone:] [Music changes:] [Singing:] You look like AC Green. Bitch don't call here anymore. Within' like biva reens. Bitch don't call here anymore. No no no no. [Music stops:] [Hittman on answering machine:] What up? It's Hittman. I ain't at the crib right now. So you can leave a name & number after the beep. Unless it's Tammy's ugly ass, I ain't fuckin' wit you.