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1. _ Real N's
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2. _ 8-Ball
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3. _ B**** Iz a B****
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4. _ Chin Check
[911 dispatch]
911, forty reporting
[woman]
Hello 911, help me, help me
[911 dispatch]
What is your emergency
[woman]
There's someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch]
Can you please run by your address for me
[woman]
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
[911 dispatch]
Ma'am where inside the house are you
[woman]
(oh my god)
[911 dispatch]
Ma'am where inside the house are you
[woman]
In my room, their in my room
[911 dispatch]
Ma'am calm down, deputies are on the way
Is the door locked
[woman]
(shriek)
[911 dispatch]
Ma'am?
N N, dup dup, dup double you, a a, a a [Repeat: x2]
[Ice Cube]
(N N, dup dup, dup double you, a a, a a) What the fuck's up Dre
[Dr Dre]
You tell me, you talk to Ren
[MC Ren]
I'm right here nigga
(N N, dup dup, dup double you, a a, a a) Release the hound
[Snoop Dogg]
Bow wow wow
What what what what what what, what
[Ice Cube]
I'm a Nigga Wit an Attitude thanks to y'all
And I don't give a fuck I keep it gangsta y'all
I'ma ride for my side in the C.P.T.
God bless the memory of Eazy-E
If it wouldn't for me where the fuck you'd be?
Rapping like the Treacherous Three, fucking cowards
I'd have seen Dre rocking parties for hours
And I'd have seen Ren fucking bitches from Howard
And I'd have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauer's
So fuck Jerry Heller and the white superpowers
[MC Ren]
This the shit niggas kill for
They hear the villain niggaz spittin' with them nigga flows
Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch ass niggas too
Got something for you broke
These niggas wearin' skirts like the pope
Who them niggas that you love to get (us)
Who them niggas that you fuckin' wit' (us)
Love the girl that weed and shit (what)
The saga continues, with the worlds most dangerous group
Four deep in the coup
(I'm a spill it)
[Chorus]
I'ma smoke where I want to smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who I want to choke (fuck that)
I'ma ride where I want to ride (fuck that)
Cause I'ma nigga for life, so I'ma nigga til I diz-ie
(N N, dup dup, dup double you, a a, a a)
I'ma smoke where I want to smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who I want to choke (fuck that)
(N N, dup dup, dup double you, a a, a a)
I'ma ride where I want to ride (fuck that)
Cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma motherfucking nigga til I diz-ie
[Dr Dre]
A pencil, a pen, or a glock
I'm the original, subliminal, subterranean
Titanium, criminal minded, swift
D-are-E with that fuck a bitch shit (fuck a bitch)
A couple o' notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke, cutthroat
You don't want the pistols to whistle
Candy paint impala
I make hoes pop collars
[Snoop Dogg]
God damn hoes, here we go again
Fucking with Ren, playing to win
(he got the) coke in hand, (I got the) juice and gin
Same shit you was fucking with way back then
We keep it cracking from the acting to the jacking
G'ed up see'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up
We all on deck fool so put your heat up
I stay on deck so me don't get wet
[Ice Cube]
Look my nigga, we can scatter like buck shots
Let's get together, make a record, why the fuck not?
[MC Ren]
Why the fuck not?
[Dr Dre]
Why the fuck not?
[Snoop Dogg] Why the fuck not?
[Ice Cube] Cause I'm tight as the night
I had to wipe activator off the mic, in 1985
[Snoop Dogg]
(N N, dup dup, dup double you, a a, a a)
Real niggaz, bitch, you know, ha hah
[Ice Cube]
We cause tragedy, erratically
Systematically, in your house without a key
How fucked up that'd be
Gat'll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery
[Dr Dre]
Assault and battery, cause we coming with that street mentality
Straight west coast rider academy
Concrete nigga, that's my reality
[Snoop Dogg]
We tend to bus' on niggas that get mad at me
[Dr Dre]
Was it a bitch in the mix
[Snoop Dogg]
Well it had to be
[Dr Dre]
Lying tricks told them dicks I had a key
Hoes make the world harder than it have to be
(Yea that's right)
[Chorus]
I'ma smoke where I want to smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who I want to choke (fuck that)
I'ma ride where I want to ride (fuck that)
Cause I'ma nigga for life, so I'ma nigga til I diz-ie
I'ma smoke where I want to smoke (fuck that)
I'ma choke who I want to choke (fuck that)
I'ma ride where I want to ride (fuck that)
Cause I'ma nigga for life, so I'ma motherfucking nigga til I diz-ie
N N, dup dup, dup double you, a a, a a [Repeat: x6]
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5. _ Appetite for Destruction
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6. _ If It Ain't Ruff
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7. _ Gangsta Gangsta
Here's a little somethin' 'bout a nigga like me
Never should of been let out the penitentiary
Ice Cube would like ta say
That I'm a crazy motherfucker from around the way
Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out
Now I'm the motherfucker that ya read about
Takin' a life or two
That's what the hell I do, you don't like how I'm living
Well fuck you!
This is a gang, and I'm in it
My man Dre'll fuck you up in a minute
With a right left, right left you're toothless
And then you say goddamn they ruthless!
Everywhere we go they say [damn!]
N W A's fuckin' up the program
And then you realize we don't care
We don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah!
To drinkin' straight out the eight bottle
Do I look like a motherfucking role model?
To a kid lookin' up ta me
Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money
'Cause I'm the type o' nigga that's built ta last
If ya fuck wit me I'll put a foot in ya ass
See I don't give a fuck 'cause I keep bailin'
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin'
[Chorus]
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin'
"It's not about a salary, it's all about reality"
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin'
"Hopin' you sophisticated motherfuckers hear what I have to say"
When me and my posse stepped in the house
All the punk-ass niggaz start breakin' out
'Cause you know, they know whassup
So we started lookin' for the bitches with the big butts
Like her, but she keep cryin'
"I got a boyfriend" Bitch stop lyin'
Dumb-ass hooker ain't nothing but a dyke
Suddenly I see, some niggas that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whats up?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin' em, and so did E
By that time got rushed by security
Out the door, but we don't quit
Ren said, "Let's start some shit!"
I got a shotgun, and here's the plot
Takin' niggas out with a flurry of buck shots
Boom boom boom, yeah I was gunnin'
And then you look, all you see is niggaz runnin'
And fallin' and yellin' and pushin' and screamin'
And cussin', I stepped back, and I kept bustin'
And then I realized it's time for me to go
So I stopped, jumped in the vehicle
It's like this, because of that who-ride
N.W.A. is wanted for a homicide
[Chorus]
Homies all standin' around, just hangin'
Some dope-dealin', some gang-bangin'
We decide to roll and we deep
See a nigga on Dayton's and we creep
Real slow, and before you know
I had my shotgun pointed in the window
He got scared, and hit the gas
Right then, I knew I has to smoke his ass
He kept rollin', I jumped in the bucket
We couldn't catch him, so I said fuck it
Then we headed right back to the fort
Sweatin' all the bitches in the biker shorts
We didn't get no play, from the ladies
With six niggaz in a car are you crazy?
She was scared, and it was showin'
We all said "Fuck you bitch!" and kept goin'
To the hood, and we was fin to
Find somethin' else to get into
Like some pussy, or in fact
A bum rush, but we call it rat pack
On a nigga for nuttin' at all
Ice Cube'll go stupid when I'm full of eight ball
I might stumble, but I won't lose
Now I'm dressed in the county blues
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
If you Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin'
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin'?
(Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit)
(Man whatcha gonna do now?)
"What we're gonna do right here is go way back"
(How far you goin' back?)
"Way back"
"As we go a lil somethin' like this"
Here's a lil gangsta, short in size
A t-shirt and Levi's is his only disguise
Built like a tank yet hard to hit
Ice Cube and Eazy E cold runnin' shit
Well I'm Eazy E the one they're talkin' about
Nigga tried to roll the dice and just crapped out
Police tried to roll, so it's time to go
I creeped away real slow and jumped in the six-fo'
Wit the "Diamond in the back, sun-roof top"
Diggin' the scene with the gangsta lean
'Cause I'm the E, I don't slang or bang
I just smoke motherfuckers like it ain't no thang
And all you bitches, you know I'm talkin' to you
"We want to fuck you Eazy!" I want to fuck you too
Beause you see, I don't really take no shit
(So let me tell you motherfuckers who you're fuckin' with)
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
If you Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin'
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin'?
[Chorus: x2
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Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yelling
"He'll just call you a low-life motherfucker, and talk about your
Funky ways"
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8. _ Compton's in the House [Remix]
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9. _ Express Yourself
[Dr. Dre]
Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there
Flaking and perpetrating but scared to kick reality
[Ice Cube]
Man, you been doing all this dope producing
You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is
[Dr. Dre]
So what you want me to do?
(Express yourself!)
[Dr. Dre]
I'm expressing with my full capabilities
And now I'm living in correctional facilities
Cause some don't agree with how I do this
I get straight and meditate like a Buddhist
I'm dropping flavor, my behavior is hereditary
But my technique is very necessary
Blame it on Ice Cube, because he said it gets funky
When you got a subject and a predicate
Add it on a dope beat, and it'll make you think
Some suckers just tickle me pink, to my stomach
Cause they don't flow like this one
You know what? I won't hesitate to diss one
Or two before I'm through, so don't try to sing this
Some drop science, while I'm dropping English
Even if Yella, makes it a-capella
I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or sess
Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage
And brain damage on the mic don't manage, nothing
But making a sucker and you equal
Don't be another sequel (Express yourself!)
(Express yourself!)
(Go on and do it)
(Express yourself!)
(Express yourself!)
(Go on and do it)
[Dr. Dre]
Now, getting back to the PG
That's program, and it's easy
Dre is back, new jacks are made hollow
Expressing ain't their subject because they like to follow
The words, the style, the trend; the records I spin
Again and again and again, yo, you're on the other end
Watch a brother blend dope rhymes, with no help
There's no fessing or guessing while I'm expressing myself
It's crazy to see people be
What society wants them to be, but not me
Ruthless, is the way to go, they know
Others say rhymes which fail to be original
Or they kill where the hip-hop starts
Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts
Some musicians cuss at home
But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone
Yeah, they want reality, but you will hear none
They'd rather exaggerate a little fiction
Some say no to drugs, and take a stand
But after the show, they go looking for the "Dopeman"
Or they ban my group from the radio
Hear N.W.A. and say, "Hell no!"
But you know it ain't all about wealth
As long as you make a note to (Express yourself!)
(Express yourself!)
(Go on and do it)
(Express yourself!)
(Express yourself!)
(Go on and do it)
[Dr. Dre]
(Express yourself!) from the heart
Cause if you want to start to move up the chart
Then expression is a big part of it
You ain't efficient when you flow, you ain't swift
Movin like a tortoise, full of rigor mortis
There's a little bit more to show
I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like an embryo
Or a lesson, all of 'em expression
And if you start fessing, I got a Smith and Wessun for ya
I might ignore your record because it has no bottom
I get loose in the summer winter spring and autumn
It's Dre on the mic, getting physical
Doin' the job, N.W.A is the lynch mob!
Yes I'ma climb, but you know you need this
And the knowledge is growing just like a fetus
Or a tumor, but here is the rumor
Dre is in the neighborhood and he's up to no good
When I start expressing myself, Yella, slam it
Cause if I stay funky like this I'm doing damage
Or I'ma be too hyped, and need a straight jacket
I got knowledge, and other suckers lack it
So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic
Ask what it's like, it's like we're getting hyped tonight
Cause if I strike, it ain't for your good health
But I won't strike if you just (Express yourself!)
(Express yourself!)
(Go on and do it)
(Express yourself!)
(Express yourself!)
(Go on and do it)
(Express yourself!)
(Go on and do it)
(Go on and do it)
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10. _ Boyz-n-the Hood
Cruising down the street in my 6-4
Jockin' the freaks clocking the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shooting some hoops
A car pulls up who can it be
A fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about making that GTA
[Chorus]
'Cause the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talking that trash we'll pull your card
Knowing nothing in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Donald B's in the place to give me the pace
He said my man JD is on freebase
The boy JD was a friend of mine
Till I caught him in my car trying to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulled out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page
[Chorus]
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, making that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I started drinking
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinking
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe says something that made me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross cold knocked his old ass out
[Chorus]
I'm rollin' hard now I'm under control
Then wrapped my 6-4 round the telephone poll
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another"
Walkin' home I see the G ride
Now Kat is drivin' Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Kat got beaten for resistin' arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin' his Guess
Now G is caught for doin' the crime
Fourth offense on the boy, he'll do some time
[Chorus]
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz start to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo G on trial cold cut a fart
Disruption of a court, said the judge
On a six-year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out "Fire!" then came Suzy
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the girl but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder
[Chorus]
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11. _ F**k tha Police
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12. _ 100 Miles and Runnin'
And why do we call ourself "Niggaz 4 Life"
'Cause if we die we still gon' be some dead niggas.
"You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?"
"We haven't spotted them yet."
"But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity."
[MC Ren]
A 100 Miles and Runnin'.
MC Ren, I hold the gun and
You want me to kill a motherfucker and it's done in.
Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct,
Is one of the main reasons I don't give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers.
Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, motherfuckers.
They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past.
Point blank, They can kiss my black ass.
I didn't stutter when I said "Fuck The Police".
'Cause it's hard for a nigga to get peace.
Now it's broken and can't be fixed.
'Cause police and little black niggers don't mix so
Now I'm creepin' through the fall.
Runnin' like a team. Well, see, I might have slayed y'all.
So for now pack the gun and
Hold it in the air.
'Cause MC Ren has a 100 Miles of Runnin'...
"Into this news. Four fugitives are on the run."
"FBI sources tell us that the four are headed"
"100 miles to their homebase, Compton."
[Eazy E]
Lend me a mutherfuckin' ear.
So I can tell you why
[Dr. Dre]
Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the home base.
With a steady pace on the face that just we raced.
The road ahead goes on and on.
The shit is gettin' longer than the motherfuckin' marathon.
Runnin' on but never runnin' out.
Stayin' wired and if I get tired, I can still try out.
Hitchhikin' if that's what it gotta do.
But nobody's pickin' up a Nigga Witta Attitude.
Confused
Yo, but Dre's a nigga with nuthin' to lose.
One of the few who's been accused and abused
Of the crime of poisonin' young minds.
But you don't know shit til you been in my shoes.
And Dre is back from the see-P-T.
Droppin' some shit that's D-O-P-E.
So fuck the P-O-L-I-C-E!
And any motherfucker that disagrees.
Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass.
'Cause I'm a nigga known for havin' a notorious past.
My mind was slick - my temper was too quick.
Now the FBI's all over my dick.
[Eazy E]
Got us tick and runnin' just to find the gun that started the clock.
That's when the E jumped off the startin' block.
A 100 Miles from home and ,yo, it's a long stretch.
A little sprintin' motherfucker that they won't catch.
Yeah, back to Compton again.
Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen.
'Cause niggas been runnin' since beginning of time.
Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my motherfuckin' mind.
Runnin' like I just don't care.
Compton's 50 miles but , yo, I'ma get there.
Archin' my back and on a straight rough.
Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the fuck out.
From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by.
Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm
A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin'
Straight at yo ass.
A 100 Miles and Runnin'
This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton.
You're almost there, but the FBI has a little message for you:
"Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide."
Good luck brothers.
[MC Ren]
Runnin' like a nigga I hate to lose.
Show me on the news but I hate to be abused.
I know it was a set-up.
So now I'm gonna get up.
Even if the FBI wants me to shut up.
But I've got 10 000 niggas strong.
They got everybody singin' my "Fuck Tha Police" song.
And while they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole fuckin' family is wearin' our T-shirts.
So I'ma run til I can't run no more.
'Cause it's time for MC Ren to settle the score.
I got a urge to kick down doors.
At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls.
[Dr. Dre]
Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'.
Dick-tricklin' at the sunny motherfucker's are ridin'.
Started with five and, yo, one couldn't take it.
So now there's four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it.
The number's even, now I'm leavin'.
We're never gettin' took by a bitch with a weave in.
Her and the troops are right behind me.
But they're so fuckin' stupid, they'll never find me.
[Eazy E]
One more mile to go through the dark streets.
Runnin' like a motherfucker on my own two feet.
But you know I never stumble or lag last.
I'm almost home so I better haul ass.
Tearin' up everything in sight.
It's a little crazy motherfucker dodging the searchlight.
Now that chase, the shit, is done and
Four motherfuckers goin' crazy with
A 100 Miles of Runnin'!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Surprise, niggas!
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13. _ Straight Outta Compton
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14. _ Real N's Don't Die
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15. _ Approach to Danger
[Eazy]
What you want is an unexpected approach,
That may delay a suspects awareness of your presence,
Until you have a chance to assist the situation you are confronted.
Approach to danger, don't move;
It's hard to predict what will happen next.
(Oh shit, he has a gun!) drop the gun
You could've prevented a tragedy.
[Ren]
You can approach, but the danger-light is blinking,
A self-destruct button is activated when I'm thinking.
This is a tribulation, the weakened judge,
The prophecy was fulfilled cause I never budge.
I took up the tools, crucifixion was the extreme,
They're seeing doubles of me, but it wasn't a dream.
One vision was of life, the other was death,
Then I didn't give a fuck if death took your last breath.
So you burn in my pit that I call hell,
Where you got send because your shit don't sell.
My twenty-twenty was blurry from the smoke,
Of the niggaz that I burned and tormented but I didn't choke.
I started doing 'em, I kept on doing 'em,
Do 'em for shoot 'em up till that nigga Ren was booing 'em.
And my presence to the suckers was of a stranger,
But fuck it, they can approach to the danger.
[Eazy]
If you can be seen, you can be hit.
If you can be hit, you can be killed.
(He's on the line! Shoot him!)
[Dre]
Fatal approach to danger, just to remain a strangler,
Outrun, the shot of a gun with a ganger.
Murder in the first degree, but it's worse to be,
A dead motherfucker or a nigga in custody.
With everybody thinking of death I kept working,
To be one of the last niggas left.
So many people looking for hope, they're broke,
Without checking the fingerprints on the motherfuckers' throat.
A heart of steal can reveal the real nigga in me,
So figuring to see the D-E-A-D
Bodies like a nigga's straight walking in a cemetery,
So it's very necessary to carry ammunition for niggas wishing,
But they better take caution, before Dre goes off,
And starts killing motherfuckers,
Just in order to change the anger for the real nigga,
When I approach to danger
Approach the motherfucking danger,
Come back to hell and send me some time (this is it y'all)
[Eazy]
Final approach to danger, death, destruction around every corner,
Another dead body and you want to keep running.
But even the rain turns black,
All you can do is stay alert to try to say out of the search-light.
No prison, nobody makes bail,
Everybody gotta go but see, it ain't no jail.
Think about death, taking your last breath,
Heart beating like a motherfucker like there ain't no time left.
For so many ways to stay up, I gotta get mine,
Even though they want to make a crime.
Yo, I'm being real, a better or latter in the beginning,
Because it will release the fucking police.
Fuck 'em, I approach to danger,
Cause I don't give a fuck if somebody gotta get fucked up.
So you might as well kiss your ass goodbye,
Cause in the long run (we'll all die)
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