Step right up, step right up

Come one, come all

Come and see the masters of the puppets, the puppeteers

Watch, as they amaze you, what they make the puppets do

This is coming to you directly from The Soul Assassins

No strings attached

*evil laughing*

I spark like a blunt's tip, somethin' cavi

Makin' Greene like Mitch, gives rap vocals dispatch

With every attempt, to have this game shook up

When Dre cook up, every thug look up

Chronic got me on tilt, eyes bloodshot, heavy built

Lay a **** out like quilt, clear to gill

I rock for rollers, from lowriders to Henny toasters

Cut off dead weight to keep my formulas kosher

Accept no imitations

Dre losin' his stack is slim as chances

Of Michael Jackson gettin' his black fans back

My reputation's like a TEC-9

Knock out the best in a circle

Three minutes wreck time

See, the hand is faster than the eye can chase it

Dre, B-Real, Soul Assassins got potential buttons activated

No illusion, I have you caught up in the rapture

Executive decisions from the motherfucking puppet masters

You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin' moves

I'm the master, causing you to do what you do (Puppet master)

You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin' moves

I'm the master, causing you to do what you do (Puppet master)

You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin' moves

I'm the master, causing you to do what you do (Puppet master)

You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin' moves

I'm the master, causing you to do what you do (Puppet master)

"Like a puppet on a string"

"Like a puppet on a string"

"Like a puppet on a string"

"Like a puppet on a string" (Puppet master)

"Like a puppet on a string"

"Like a puppet on a string"

"Like a puppet on a string"

"Like a puppet on a string" (Puppet master)

We're pullin' strings, killin' kings

Cutting off pinky rings, seizin' control of the whole game

I took a pull from the blunt, inhaled it

Blew the smoke from my lungs into the world of hip-hop

Civilians turn into soldiers by the millions

Assassins, we multiply, by the masses

Masters of the game (Checkmate ****) every move you make

Through manipulation is the move I choose for you to take

You see, what I want you to see

And you turn into whatever I want you to be

Whether it be, enemy or ally

The Aftermath results in Soul Assassins, worldwide

From coast to coast, I got soldiers on post

Injectin' you, with the high funk overdose

Dre and the Hill, stayin' Real

All you non-believin' ass ****, get your cap peeled

Executive order make your time shorter

Get your recorder, play it back, puff your chronic sack

Your mind, body and soul have been captured

And taken captive, by the motherfuckin' puppet masters

You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin' moves

I'm the master, causing you to do what you do (Puppet master)

You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin' moves

I'm the master, causing you to do what you do (Puppet master)

You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin' moves

I'm the master, causing you to do what you do (Puppet master)

You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin' moves

I'm the master, causing you to do what you do (Puppet master)

"Like a puppet on a string"

"Like a puppet on a string"

"Like a puppet on a string"

"Like a puppet on a string" (Puppet master)

"Like a puppet on a string"

"Like a puppet on a string"

"Like a puppet on a string"

"Like a puppet on a string" (Puppet master)

The Soul Assassin button has now been activated

Dr. Dre and B-Real are providin' the verbal abuse

Any unauthorized duplication without the consent of my **** Muggs may be fatal

That's right, this is comin' to you directly from the Hill y'all

All rights reserved

"Like a puppet on a string"

"Like a puppet on a string"

"Like a puppet on a string"

"Like a puppet on a string"