Stranded On Death Row (feat. Bushwick Bill)

"Yes, it is I", says me And all who agree are more than three 'cause they're we 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 let's take a travel down the blindside And see what we find on this path called 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 Niggas know the flow that I kick, there's no equal I'm murderin' niggas, yo, and maybe because of the tone I kicks When I grip the mic and kick shit niggas can't fuck with So remember I go hardcore and slam 'Nough respect like a sensei, whoop ass like Van Damme So any nigga that claim they bossin' Why don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson? Take a walk through the hood where we up to no good Slangin' them things like a real O.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 set trippin' 'Cause it's Death Row, rollin' like the mafia Think about whoopin' some ass, but what the fuck stoppin' ya? Ain't nothin' but a buster I'm stranded on death row for pumpin' slugs in motherfuckers Now you know you're outdone, feel the shotgun Kurupt, inmate, cell block one No prevention from this lynchin' of sorts You're a victim from my drive-by of thoughts No extensions, all attempts are to fail Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic When I kick a wicked rap, Dr. Dre 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 fight leg, necks, and arms In this dimension, I'm the presenter And the inventor, and the tormentor Deranged, like the Hillside Strangler Emcee 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 Rage, lyrical murderer Stranded on death row and now I'm servin' a Lifetime sentence, there'll be no repentance 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 mattress Bed frame, there's another dead, bang Laying lame, put to shame, who's to blame? Me, the Lady of Rage, a woman comin' From the D-E-A-T-H and 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 H Ayo, steppin' through the fog and creepin' through the smog It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg Making videos, now I stay in Hollywood Bustin' raps for my snaps, now they call me Eastwood Dre is the doctor and my homie, 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 grip from servin' my rocks And I'm still serving for mine Peace to my motherfuckin' homies doing time In the pen and the county jail Mobbin' with your blues on, mad as hell And you're sayin', "Fuck the police" And all the homies on the streets is all about peace And it's driving the cops crazy But ain't nothin' but a black thing, baby Uh, I'm not flaggin', but I'm just saggin' I bet you don't wanna see the D-O double G And you can't see the D-R to the E Or my motherfuckin' homie D.O.C You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin' DJ That's my homie and we call him Warren G Yeah, and you don't stop Doggy Dogg break 'em down with the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound That's the only way we'll beat 'em, man We gotta smoke 'em then choke 'em like the motherfuckin' Peterman It's like three and to the two and two and to the one Cell block four, peace, Doggy Dogg's done Yo, now you know the path I'm on You think you're strong? See if you can travel on 'Cause only the weak will try to speak Those who are quiet will always cause riots There is three types of people in the world Those who don't know what happened Those who wonder what happened And people like us from the streets that make things happen