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[featuring bushwick bill kurupt rage rbx snoop]
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 lets 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 shit
I get rugged like rawhead rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what i recite's kinda lethal
Niggaz know, the flow that i kick, there's no refill
I'm murderin niggaz, yo, and maybe because of the tone
I kicks my grip, the mic and kick shit
Niggaz can't fuck with
So remember i go hardcore, and slam
Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like van damme
So any nigga that claim they bossin
What don't you bring your ass 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 ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya
Ain't nathin but a buster
I'm stranded on death row for pumpin slugs in motherfuckers
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: the 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-hin
R-o-w takin, no shit
So flip and you're bound to get dropped
It's 187 on motherfuckers 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 nigga 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 nigga
Warren g is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shootin at the hoes 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 motherfuckin homies doin time
In the pen and the county jail
Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell
