Nigga Witta Gun - Lyrics - The Chronic - Dr. Dre

Title: Nigga Witta Gun
Album: The Chronic
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): C Cheek, D Duarte, R Bell, J Hammond, D White, Cordozar Broadus, Johnny Hammond Smith, K Bell, M Cheek, R Wright, W Beckett, Tracy Curry, K Lassite

Lyric:
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun

44 reasons come to mind
Why you motherfuckin' brother's hard to find
He been walkin' 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 LA without the AK ready to pop
'Cos them punk motherfuckers in black and white
Ain't the only motherfuckers I gots to fight

I thinks it's better to be tellin' the facts than cuffed up
And jacked and fucked up
What you niggas lookin' at? You goin'
Goddamn 'cos 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 their homies 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
'Cos I relax and back, do a job and jet
Yo, I know you understand my flow
So here we go with Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun

D R E
A motherfucker who's known for carryin' gats
And kick raps that make snaps
Adapts to any environment that I'm located at
If you see me on the solo move, best believe that I'm strapped

44, .tre-8 or AK-47
'Cos 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 with Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta 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 speakin' about between the thighs
I'm talkin' about cockin' a gauge in between your eyes

That'll make you drop to your knees 'cos you realize
That a gat will make any nigga civilized
Old buster ass nigga talkin' 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 .44 Desert Eagle to his motherfuckin' dome
And show him why they call me the notorious one
The name is Dre Eastwood when I'm packin' a gun

You don't believe me, well, step up and give it a try
And if you die youse a buster 'cos 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 is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun

Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun

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Die - Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool - Lupe Fiasco

Title: Die
Album: Lupe Fiasco's The Cool
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Demarco Lamonte Castle, Wasalu Muhammad Jaco, Rudolph Loyola Lopez

Lyric:
I present the death of The Cool

Well I heard like a group of cows
That all ya enemies wanna shoot you down
They got AK-47s and a bunch of Mac 11s
Semi-automatic weapons that produce kapows

Word on the street is, they all got heaters
They gon' hit you up and you ain't even gon' see it
You got a lotta money, I ain't tryin' be funny
But they say, "Where you goin'? You ain't even gon' need it"

They see you ridin' 'round, shinin' with ya
Fine round diamonds pretty green-eyed lady
Been on the sideline poutin', while you prime time poppin'
Hungry niggaz want a piece of your pastry

I suggest you protect yo' bakery
'Cause they comin' for yo' head
And it's a bounty on that chain
That's hangin' from yo' neck, they said

I don't know, what you've been told in your ear
But I hear it's goin' down, somebody gotta
(Die)
Don't know, what you been told in your ear
But business goin' round, somebody gotta
(Die)

Hit a nigga wit the mini-Mac strap
Clap any nigga think he gettin' Gs' down here
In a meter, any nigga gettin money and my honey
Man, I heard Micheal Young is the re-clown near

Run up on a nigga from the back wit a Mac
Gon' be strapped 'cause a nigga finna squeeze off ten
Run up on this nigga 'Lac, rat-ta-tat-tat
Click clack, where this nigga at? I need sin

Shit is goin' down ever I see him
Bump a nigga out like Oxy-10
And keep a couple of dollars up in the wallet
To pay the cops so they can never box me in
(Die)

That's what I'm thinkin'
While ridin' around polishin' this big pistol
I'ma catch him in the wind, pray the gun don't jam
So until we meet again, nigga it's cool

I don't know, what you've been told in your ear
But I hear it's goin' down, somebody gotta
(Die)
Don't know, what you been told in your ear
But business goin' round, somebody gotta
(Die)

Don't pay them niggaz no mind
They hatin' on you, ain't nobody witta shotty
And plannin' on doin' a robbery, itchin' to catch a body
Creepin' in a stolen jalopy, out there waitin' on you

I'm sittin' in a stolen car, finna rob this nigga
Should I let the mini-Mac or the shotgun hit him?
I been waitin' all day, tryin' spot this nigga
I can't let him get away, I'ma pop this nigga, uh

Plus they don't know about the chopper in the trunk
The Glocks in a box and the nine on tuck
The bulletproof glass, the 40's in the stash
You pull the steerin' wheel and it pop on up

Forty caliber stashed up in the stash box
Bulletproof windows, you couldn't break 'em wit a padlock
Ak in the trunk, where the sounds bump
Two twin Glock 40's and a nine and this damn clock

Man, we finna go up in this club, show a lil' love
Get a few drinks, holla at some girls
Snatch up a pair, leave outta there
Put some 'dro in the air, then go and get some grub

I say we go up in this club, show a lil' love
Get a few drinks, holla at some girls
Snatch up a pair, leave outta there
Put some 'dro in the air, then catch a few slugs

Ay, ay, ay, pull over right here, I gotta take a pee
And don't go nowhere, nigga wait for me
And if some niggaz do kill you in the next few minutes
Just remember my nigga, it's a heaven for a G

Ay ay, hold this right there I'll be
I'll be right back, I gotta take a piss man hold on
Fo' sho, ay man, ay don't leave I'll be right back
Ay, don't leave I'll be back

Hurry your ass up man, damn
Coolest nigga what, Coolest nigga what
Coolest nigga what, hustla fo' life, ay man
Aiyyo, nigga hurry yo' ass up, man

Cool ass nigga man, fuckin' three in the mornin'
Coolest muh'fucker in the world man
Niggaz ain't fuckin' with me man
Nigga high, smokin' fly ass car

I run these motherfuckin' streets
Niggaz out here lookin' for me
Nigga, I wish a motherfucker would
Ay nigga hurry yo' ass up, nigga, damn

Wassup now, nigga?
Ain't too cool now, is you nigga?

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Dreams (Prodby Kanye West) - Lyrics - The Documentary - Game

Title: Dreams (Prodby Kanye West)
Album: The Documentary
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Jerry Butler, Leon Huff, Kenneth Gamble, Kanye Omari West, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
An' I brought an' I brought an' I brought dreams
Dreams, dreams an' I brought you all my dreams
'Cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

I woke up out that coma two thousand an' one
'Bout the same time Dre dropped '2001'
Three years later, the album is done
Aftermath presents 'Nigga Witta Attitude, Volume One'

Rap critics politickin', wanna know the outcome
'Ready To Die', 'Reasonable Doubt' an' 'Doggystyle' in one
I feel like 'Pac after the Snoop Dogg trial was done
Dre behind that G series an' 'All Eyez On Me'

I watched the death of a dynasty, so I told Vibe Magazine
Workin' with Dr. Dre was a dream
I had visions of makin' a classic, then my world turned black
Like I was starin' out of Stevie Wonders glasses

It's kinda hard to imagine like Kanye West
Comin' back from his fatal accident to beatmakin' an' rappin'
But we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
An' it's gon' take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back

Russian an' this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
'Cause Martin Luther King had a dream
Aaliyah had a dream, Left Eye had a dream
So I reached out to Kanye an' I brought you all my dreams
'Cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

I had dreams of fuckin' a R an'B bitch like Mya
When I saw that ass on the front of that King
Read the article in the magazine
She loved gangsters, loved nasty things
So I'm in the glass house havin' nasty dreams

Good girls never give it up
But anything is possible if 50 fucked Vivica
Hurdled life's obstacles, found my way through the maze
Then joy turned to pain like Frankie Beverly an' Maze

Used to dream of bein' 'Unsigned Hype'
'Til I was crushed by Dave Mays
Almost let my pen fall asleep on the page
Daydreamin' yesterday, dozin' off backstage
I thought I saw Eazy, talkin' to Jam Master Jay

So I walked over, heard Jam Master say
"It's a hard knock life, then you pass away"
They say sleep is the cousin of death, so my eyes wide open
'Cause a dream is kin to your last breath

Russian an' this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
'Cause Martin Luther King had a dream
Aaliyah had a dream, Left Eye had a dream
So I reached out to Kanye an' I brought you all my dreams
'Cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

The dream of Huey Newton, that's what I'm livin' through
The dream of Eric Wright, that's what I'm givin' you
Who walked through the White House without a business suit
Compton had jheri curl drippin' on Ronald Reagan's shoes

Gave Mike Lem my demo, came here to pay my dues
Started off with Whoo Kid, then I start blazin' Clue
It was all a dream like Big said it'd be
Don't sleep on me, homey, I bring nightmares to reality

Rap phenomenon, defyin' the rules of gravity
Studied all the classics, start revisin' my strategy
'Cause Marshall Mathers made it, Curtis Jackson made it
Head in the clouds, wonderin' where the hell Marvin Gaye went

How do I say this? I'm livin' for my son
But I can't figure out why I'm at my temple with this gun
Wake up to a Jesus, piece like a Catholic nun
The war to be a rap legend has just begun

Russian an' this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
'Cause Martin Luther King had a dream
Aaliyah had a dream, Left Eye had a dream
So I reached out to Kanye an' I brought you all my dreams
'Cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

This song is dedicated to Yetunde Price
The sister of Venus an' Serena Williams
Who was slain durin' a gang shootout in Compton
Sunday, September 14th, 2003, rest in peace

'Cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
An' I brought an' I brought an' I brought dreams
Dreams, dreams an' I brought you all my dreams
'Cause I love you

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Dreams - Lyrics - Game

Title: Dreams
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Jerry Butler, Leon Huff, Kenneth Gamble, Kanye Omari West, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
An' I brought an' I brought an' I brought dreams
Dreams, dreams an' I brought you all my dreams
'Cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

I woke up out that coma two thousand an' one
'Bout the same time Dre dropped '2001'
Three years later, the album is done
Aftermath presents 'Nigga Witta Attitude, Volume One'

Rap critics politickin', wanna know the outcome
'Ready To Die', 'Reasonable Doubt' an' 'Doggystyle' in one
I feel like 'Pac after the Snoop Dogg trial was done
Dre behind that G series an' 'All Eyez On Me'

I watched the death of a dynasty, so I told Vibe Magazine
Workin' with Dr. Dre was a dream
I had visions of makin' a classic, then my world turned black
Like I was starin' out of Stevie Wonders glasses

It's kinda hard to imagine like Kanye West
Comin' back from his fatal accident to beatmakin' an' rappin'
But we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
An' it's gon' take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back

Russian an' this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
'Cause Martin Luther King had a dream
Aaliyah had a dream, Left Eye had a dream
So I reached out to Kanye an' I brought you all my dreams
'Cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

I had dreams of fuckin' a R an'B bitch like Mya
When I saw that ass on the front of that King
Read the article in the magazine
She loved gangsters, loved nasty things
So I'm in the glass house havin' nasty dreams

Good girls never give it up
But anything is possible if 50 fucked Vivica
Hurdled life's obstacles, found my way through the maze
Then joy turned to pain like Frankie Beverly an' Maze

Used to dream of bein' 'Unsigned Hype'
'Til I was crushed by Dave Mays
Almost let my pen fall asleep on the page
Daydreamin' yesterday, dozin' off backstage
I thought I saw Eazy, talkin' to Jam Master Jay

So I walked over, heard Jam Master say
"It's a hard knock life, then you pass away"
They say sleep is the cousin of death, so my eyes wide open
'Cause a dream is kin to your last breath

Russian an' this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
'Cause Martin Luther King had a dream
Aaliyah had a dream, Left Eye had a dream
So I reached out to Kanye an' I brought you all my dreams
'Cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

The dream of Huey Newton, that's what I'm livin' through
The dream of Eric Wright, that's what I'm givin' you
Who walked through the White House without a business suit
Compton had jheri curl drippin' on Ronald Reagan's shoes

Gave Mike Lem my demo, came here to pay my dues
Started off with Whoo Kid, then I start blazin' Clue
It was all a dream like Big said it'd be
Don't sleep on me, homey, I bring nightmares to reality

Rap phenomenon, defyin' the rules of gravity
Studied all the classics, start revisin' my strategy
'Cause Marshall Mathers made it, Curtis Jackson made it
Head in the clouds, wonderin' where the hell Marvin Gaye went

How do I say this? I'm livin' for my son
But I can't figure out why I'm at my temple with this gun
Wake up to a Jesus, piece like a Catholic nun
The war to be a rap legend has just begun

Russian an' this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed
'Cause Martin Luther King had a dream
Aaliyah had a dream, Left Eye had a dream
So I reached out to Kanye an' I brought you all my dreams
'Cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

This song is dedicated to Yetunde Price
The sister of Venus an' Serena Williams
Who was slain durin' a gang shootout in Compton
Sunday, September 14th, 2003, rest in peace

'Cause I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
An' I brought an' I brought an' I brought dreams
Dreams, dreams an' I brought you all my dreams
'Cause I love you

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The Day The Niggaz Took Over - Lyrics - The Chronic - Dr. Dre

Title: The Day The Niggaz Took Over
Album: The Chronic
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Antoinette Colandero, Eric Collins, Delmar Arnaud, Cordozar Broadus, Andre R Young

Lyric:
I'ma say this and I'ma gettin mine. If you ain't down for the Africans
Here in the United States, period point blank. If you ain't down for the
Ones that suffer in South Africa from apartheid and shit. Devil you need to
Step your punk ass to the side and let us brothers and us Africans step in
And start puttin some funk in that ass
Break em off sometin

I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why
But livin in the city it's do-or-die

They wonder where me bailin and don't really understand
The reason why they take me life and me?hand
Me not out for peace and me not Rodney King
Me gun goes click, me gun goes bang
Them riot in Compton and them riot in Long Beach
Them rion in they Lakers and don't really wanna see
Niggaz start to loot and police start to shoot
Lock it down at seven o'clock, then again it's like Beirut
Me don't show no love 'cause it's us against them
Them never ever love me 'cause it's sport to break de
And kill at my own risk if I may
Delay to spray with my AK and put it to rest

Yes we have. There have been riots, ahh, rioting, well I don't wanna say
Rioting but there's been looting downtown, but right now Bree, what I want
To show you is, they have started fires down at the end of the street

How many niggaz are ready to lose?
Yeah, so what you wanna do?
What you wanna do?
I said how many niggas are ready to lose
Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9

Nobody told us today, in otherwords
You're still a slave. No matter how
Much money you got, you still ain't shit

Sittin in my livin room calm and collected
Feelin mad, gotta get mine respected
'Cause what I just heard broke me in half
And half the niggaz I know, plus the niggaz on the Row, is bailin
Laugh now but cry much later
Ya see when niggas get together they get mad 'cause they can't fade us
Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles
They find that they couldn't handle us
Bloods, Crips on the same squad
With the Ese's thumpin, nigga it's time ta rob and mob
(And break the white man off somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye
I don't love dem so they can't love me)
Yo straight puttin down gettin my scoot on
Let's jump in off in Compton so I gots ta get my loot on
And come up on me some furniture or sometin
Got a VCR
In the back of my car
That I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet
And motherfuckers better not try to stop me
'Cause they will see that I can't be stopped
'Cause I'ma cock my Glock and pop til they all drop

There has been videotape and you can see of the, aah, some of the crowd
Throwin things at the officers
And swingin at them as well. Like there was a young woman there. You see
She took a swing at an officer with some object in her hand

How many niggaz are ready to lose?
Yeah, so what you wanna do?
What you wanna do?
I said how many niggas are ready to lose
Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9

I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why
But livin in the city it's do-or-die

One-time trigger happy, no nigga love
187 Time, time to grab the glove
Can't get prints so a 9 I throw away
Or get prints so my Uzi witta spray
POP POP POP another motherfucker drop
And I get relived like *?Bop Bop says?*
Smash, I crashed his head like a window
I ain't no dead do', I'm high off the indo
Creepin with the quickness to the cut
Bust one to his head while he munches on that donut
And cracker so now he best to back up
I guess I gots ta pack up, fillin the clip up, I zip up-
Town, the motherfuckin cops are all around
Helicopters flyin
These motherfuckers tryin
To catch me and stretch me on Death Row
But hell no's the poor black refuse to go

This is now coverin a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these
Fires have been, aah, ignited. I mean, from here to the, aah, to the south
End of South Central is a long way
Break em off sometin

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