Intro：bushwick bill
Yes
It is I says me
And although me
By morning three
Cause they're weak
*laughter*
Yes
Yo
I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men
Who knows what evil lurks within them
But let's take a travel down the blindside
And see what we find on this
Path
Called
Verse one：kurupt
Stranded on death row
So duck when I swing my s**t
I get rugged like rawhead rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type
What I recite's kinda lethal
N***az know
The flow that I kick
There's no refill
I'm murderin n***az
Yo
And maybe because of the tone
I kicks my grip
The mic and kick s**t
N***az can't f**k with
So remember I go hardcore
And slam
Nuff respect like a sensei
Ba bash like van damme
So any n***a that claim they bossin
What don't you bring your a*s on over to crenshaw and slauson
Take a walk through the hood
And we up to no good
Slangin on things like a real ho
G should
I'm stackin and mackin and packin a ten so
When you're slippin
I slip the clip in
But ain't no steady tripppin
Cause it's death row
Rollin like the mafia
Think about whoopin some a*s
But what the f**k stoppin ya
Ain't nathin but a buster
I'm stranded on death row for pumpin slugs in motherf**kers
Now you know you're outdone
Feel the shotgun
Korrupt inmate cell block one
Verse two：rbx
No prevention from this mention of sorts
Your're a victim
From my driveby of thoughts
No extensions
All attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light
It's time you learn braile
From the lunatic
I death like arsenic
When I kick up wicked raps
That the grain will hit the scratch
With treachery
My literary form will blast
And totally surpass the norm
Not a storm
Plural
Make it
Many storms
When I'm vexed
I fly leg necks and arms
In this dimension
I'm the presenter
And the inventor
And the tormentor
Deranged
Like the hillside strangler
Mc mangler
Tough like wrangler
I write a rhyme
Hard as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite
So what you wanna do
The narrator rbx
Cell block two
Verse three：lady of rage
Rage
Lyrical murderer
Stranded on death row
And now I'm servin a lifetime sentence
There'll be no repentence
Since it's the life that I choose to lead
I plead guilty
On all counts let the ball bounce where it may
It's just another clip into my ak
Buck em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my matress
Bed frame there's another dead pain
Layin lain with the shame
Who's to blame
Me
The lady of rage
On when I'm comin from the d e a t h in
R o w takin
No s**t
So flip and you're bound to get dropped
It's 187 on motherf**kers don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate
It's rage
From cell block eight
Verse four：snoop doggy dogg
And yo steppin through the fog
And creepin through the smog
It's the number one n***a from the hood
Doggy dogg
Makin videos
Now I stay in hollywood
Bustin raps for my snaps now they call me eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homey little n***a
Warren g is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shootin at the h*es with the game that I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a quick one servin my rocks
And I'm still
Servin for mines
Peace
To my motherf**kin homies doin time
In the pen and the county jail
Mobbin with your blues on
Mad as hell
And you say yeah f**k the police
And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
And it's drivin the cops crazy
But ain't nuttin but a black thing bay bee
Uhhh
No I'm not flaggin
But I'm just saggin
I betcha don't wanna see the d o double g
And you can't see
The d r to the e
Or my motherf**kin homey d
O
C
You know you can't f**k with my motherf**kin dj
That's my homey and we call him warren g
Yeah
And you don't stop
Doggy dogg break em down with the motherf**kin dogg pound
That's the only way we'll beat em man
We gotta smoke em
Then choke em
Like the motherf**kin peter man
It's like three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace doggy dogg's done
Outtro：bushwick bill
Yo
Now you know the path I'm on
You think you're strong
See if you can travel on
Cause only the weak
Will try to speak
Those who are quiet
Will always cause riots
There's three types of people in the world
Those who don't know what happened
Those who wonder what happened
And people like us from the streets that make things happen
Yes
It is I says me
And although me
By morning three
Cause they're weak
*laughter*
Yes
Yo
I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men
Who knows what evil lurks within them
But let's take a travel down the blindside
And see what we find on this
Path
Called
Verse one：kurupt
Stranded on death row
So duck when I swing my s**t
I get rugged like rawhead rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type
What I recite's kinda lethal
N***az know
The flow that I kick
There's no refill
I'm murderin n***az
Yo
And maybe because of the tone
I kicks my grip
The mic and kick s**t
N***az can't f**k with
So remember I go hardcore
And slam
Nuff respect like a sensei
Ba bash like van damme
So any n***a that claim they bossin
What don't you bring your a*s on over to crenshaw and slauson
Take a walk through the hood
And we up to no good
Slangin on things like a real ho
G should
I'm stackin and mackin and packin a ten so
When you're slippin
I slip the clip in
But ain't no steady tripppin
Cause it's death row
Rollin like the mafia
Think about whoopin some a*s
But what the f**k stoppin ya
Ain't nathin but a buster
I'm stranded on death row for pumpin slugs in motherf**kers
Now you know you're outdone
Feel the shotgun
Korrupt inmate cell block one
Verse two：rbx
No prevention from this mention of sorts
Your're a victim
From my driveby of thoughts
No extensions
All attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light
It's time you learn braile
From the lunatic
I death like arsenic
When I kick up wicked raps
That the grain will hit the scratch
With treachery
My literary form will blast
And totally surpass the norm
Not a storm
Plural
Make it
Many storms
When I'm vexed
I fly leg necks and arms
In this dimension
I'm the presenter
And the inventor
And the tormentor
Deranged
Like the hillside strangler
Mc mangler
Tough like wrangler
I write a rhyme
Hard as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite
So what you wanna do
The narrator rbx
Cell block two
Verse three：lady of rage
Rage
Lyrical murderer
Stranded on death row
And now I'm servin a lifetime sentence
There'll be no repentence
Since it's the life that I choose to lead
I plead guilty
On all counts let the ball bounce where it may
It's just another clip into my ak
Buck em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my matress
Bed frame there's another dead pain
Layin lain with the shame
Who's to blame
Me
The lady of rage
On when I'm comin from the d e a t h in
R o w takin
No s**t
So flip and you're bound to get dropped
It's 187 on motherf**kers don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate
It's rage
From cell block eight
Verse four：snoop doggy dogg
And yo steppin through the fog
And creepin through the smog
It's the number one n***a from the hood
Doggy dogg
Makin videos
Now I stay in hollywood
Bustin raps for my snaps now they call me eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homey little n***a
Warren g is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shootin at the h*es with the game that I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a quick one servin my rocks
And I'm still
Servin for mines
Peace
To my motherf**kin homies doin time
In the pen and the county jail
Mobbin with your blues on
Mad as hell
And you say yeah f**k the police
And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
And it's drivin the cops crazy
But ain't nuttin but a black thing bay bee
Uhhh
No I'm not flaggin
But I'm just saggin
I betcha don't wanna see the d o double g
And you can't see
The d r to the e
Or my motherf**kin homey d
O
C
You know you can't f**k with my motherf**kin dj
That's my homey and we call him warren g
Yeah
And you don't stop
Doggy dogg break em down with the motherf**kin dogg pound
That's the only way we'll beat em man
We gotta smoke em
Then choke em
Like the motherf**kin peter man
It's like three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace doggy dogg's done
Outtro：bushwick bill
Yo
Now you know the path I'm on
You think you're strong
See if you can travel on
Cause only the weak
Will try to speak
Those who are quiet
Will always cause riots
There's three types of people in the world
Those who don't know what happened
Those who wonder what happened
And people like us from the streets that make things happen
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