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Yeah, nigga what's up with all that motherfuckin' shit you was talkin', nigga?

(Nigga, why you trippin'? Hey Dre, why you trippin', why you trippin'?)

Huh? Fuck that, nigga, what's up with all that shit you was talkin', nigga?

(I ain't say nothin', why you trippin'?)

You're a motherfuckin' liar, nigga, that was you

(Nah, that, that wasn't me)

That was you, nigga (that wasn't me)

Ayy, ayy, check this out, motherfucker

What's wrong, nigga? You can't talk with a gun in your mouth?

(It wasn't, 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 wit' a motherfuckin' gun

Forty-four reasons come to mind

Why a motherfuckin' brother is 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 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 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 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 wit' a motherfuckin' gun

(Who's the man with the master plan?)

A nigga wit' a 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, 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 wit' a motherfuckin' gun

(Who's the man with the master plan?)

A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun

(Who's the man with the master plan?)

A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun

(Who's the man with the master plan?)

A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun

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

It'll make you drop to your knees 'cause you realize

That a gat'll make any nigga civilized

Old busta-ass nigga talkin' bullshit

Don't know that I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with

Get lit or hit up by the Dr.

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 packin' a gun

You don't believe me, well step up and give it a try

And if you die, you's a busta, '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

(Who's the man with the master plan?)

A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun

(Who's the man with the master plan?)

A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun

(Who's the man with the master plan?)

A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun

(Who's the man with the master plan?)

A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun

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