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Yeah Yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah
What Uh What
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah
Dre you ready
Woo woo woo woo
C'mon Yo we gotta kill 'em
with this one
Alright Check check
check check check
Get 'em
Cut 'em undercover timeless
Ready for 'em progress
Feelin' like
I'm just gettin' started
Two shots back
for my dearly departed
Uh you are now dеalin'
with a monster
Boss shit profits
Doc Dre bitch I'm a prophet
Black Wall Street
niggas know whеre the stock is
Heh try me
Niggas never see me
but it ain't hard to find me
Heh unwinding
Shit's blinding still grinding
Uprising Agh
Stop talking 'bout the past
I'm the future nigga Agh
Nigga like me still here
motherfucker go figure
Lookin' for my next gold digger
This summer here gon' be
colder than winter
Already told you
I fold you like hundreds of
billions
And you can go missing
put that on my children
Bet that nigga what
Regret that run it up
Heh and I'm about to sum it up
This shit here that problem
Livin' at the bottom of a bottle
Full throttle my motto eh
Fuckin' with me like fuckin'
with the lotto
That awful in your nostril
In a brothel this is gospel
Yeah I'ma need all that pronto
Yes I yes I yes
I ride 'til I die
Give a fuck if you bitches die
Put a motherfucking hole
in your face
Back up bitch don't even try
I am that motherfucker
been the coldest
Why you on that No one know us
Overdosed on what dope is Yeah
Hip-hop shit sell better
than the coke did
Like a satanic cult it's
An old ritual slaughtering
GOATs bitch GOATs bitch yeah
You're fucking with the
original flow's sick
And anybody can get it-COVID
Fuck with that
I done wrote shit
that was so sharp
I could slit my own fucking
throat with it
So rich I got more chips
than my shoulders
And I'm about as approachable
as a roach is Roach is
Yeah so better steer
clear from him
And here comes a nuclear bomb
for your eardrums
Lyricism at its most fearsome
and fierce
We're on another tier
like a tear duct's
upper echelon Yeah
Your career sucked
Meaning what
it was sheer luck Like what
Like a fuckin' leprechaun
with his beard cut
You're the Punisher
weapon drawn
with a beer gut Haha
You're slower than a Decepticon
with its gear stuck
And I what I serial kill
and you're Kellogg's What
I love checks and I hate tricks
And you're a fake bitch Bitch
I could spot you like you
'bout to weight lift Yeah
Bitch I'm badder than cake mix
But I Can't be whipped
with egg beaters Nah
You cunts must be out
of your labias
And God's my alias
so if I don't have faith in me
Then it basically makes me
an atheist Woo
Nate Diaz got the world
by the tracheas
In a chokehold
and a sleeper
Yeah and me
and Dre are like dog hair Woof
We're both in our lab coats
like retrievers Grrr
But like a Doberman
I'm a whole different breed of
What
Animal mutt mixed
with a overachiever Yeah
Oh you're the king of rap
You're 'bout to be overthrown
Like a pass over the head
of an open receiver
This shit could end up comin'
to blows like a wiener Haha
But I ain't finished puttin'
these hoes
through the wringer Nah
Like clothes in between
the two rollers and- wait no
What I mean is flows interwoven
I treat 'em like thread Why
That's how I wound up
sewin' Machine up
So fucks
if you don't givin' me the
Time to ride or die
'cause you're either both
or you're neither Yeah yeah
Throw a middle finger up
if you're rollin' but me
I'm gonna- Yeah yeah
Ride 'til I die
Give a fuck if you bitches die
Put a motherfucking hole
in your face
Back up bitch don't even try
I am that motherfucker
been the coldest
Why you on that No one know us
Overdosed on what dope is
Hip-hop shit sell better
than the coke did