A N***a Witta Gun

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 If you see me on the solo moves, believe that I'm strapped 4-4, .tre-8 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 wonders 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 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 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 I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, yeah I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, yeah I breaks 'em off, but I ain't speakin' about between the thighs I'm talking about cocking a gauge in between your eyes That'll make you drop to your knees 'cause you realize That a gat will make any nigga civilized Old buster-ass nigga talking bullshit Don't know that I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with Get lit or hit up by the doctor A nigga that breaks 'em off properly Real G, so don't doubt it I'm the one who's doing it while these other niggas talk about it And if motherfuckers come at me wrong I straight put my .44 Desert Eagle to his motherfucking dome And show him why they call me the notorious one The name's Dre Eastwood when I'm packing a gun You don't believe me, well, step up and give it a try And if you die you's a buster, '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 So now you 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 Who is the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfucking gun (get down) Who is the man with the master plan? A nigga with a motherfucking gun (get down)