Lyrics
Yeah, nigga what's up with all that motherfucking shit you was talking, nigga?
(Hey Dre, why you tripping', why you tripping?) Huh?
Fuck that, nigga, what's up with all that shit you was talking, nigga?
(I ain't say nothin', why you tripping'?) You're a motherfucking liar, nigga, that was you
(Nah, that wasn't me)
That was you, nigga (that wasn't me)
Ayy, check this out, motherfucker
What's wrong, nigga, you can't talk with a gun in your mouth? (No, 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 is the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfucking gun
44 reason come to mind
Why your motherfucking brothers' hard to find
He be walking on the streets and fucking 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
'Cause them punk motherfuckers in black and white
Ain't the only motherfuckers I gots to fight
I thinks it's better to be telling the facts than cuffed up
And jacked and fucked up
What you niggas lookin' at? You goin'
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 trying to prove
To they homies that they can hang by dealing with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
'Cause I relax it 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 master plan?
A nigga with a motherfucking gun
Who is the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfucking gun
D-R-E
A motherfucker whose known for carrying gats
And kick raps that make snaps
Adapts to anything violent that I'm located at