Bushwick Bill - Stranded on d**h Row lyrics

[Intro: Bushwick Bill] Yes, it is I says me And all who agree are more than three, cause they 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 [Verse 1: Kurupt] Stranded on d**h Row, so duck when I swing my sh** I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal n***as know, the flow that I kick, there's no equal! I'm murderin' n***as, yo, and maybe because of the tone I kicks When I grip the mic and kick sh** n***as can't f** with So remember I go hardcore, and slam 'Nough respect like a sensei, whoop a** like Van Damme So any n***a that claim they bossin' What don't you bring your a** on over to Crenshaw and Slauson Take a walk through the hood, and we up to no good Slangin' 'em 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-tripppin' Cause it's d**h Row, rollin' like the mafia Think about whoopin' some a**, but what the f** stoppin' ya Ain't nothin' but a buster I'm "Stranded on d**h Row" for pumpin' slugs in motherf**ers Now you know you're outdone, feel the shotgun Kurupt inmate cell block one [Verse 2: RBX] No prevention from this lynchin' of sorts You're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts No extensions, all attempts are to fail Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille From the lunatic, I'm d**h like arsenic When I kick a wicked rap, Dr. Dre will hit the scratch With treachery, my literary form will blast And totally surpa** the norm Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms When I'm vexed, I fly 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 [Verse 3: The Lady of Rage] Rage, lyrical murderer; "Stranded on d**h Row" And now I'm serving 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 them 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 sh** So flip and you're bound to get dropped It's 1-8-7 on motherf**ers, don't stop! Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate It's Rage, from Cell Block H [Verse 4: Snoop Dogg] Aiyyo steppin' through the fog and creepin' through the smog It's the number one n***a 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 homey little n***a Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I got Sent to d**h Row cause I wanted to make a grip from serving my rocks And I'm still, serving for mines, peace To my motherf**ing homies doin time In the pen and the county jail Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell And you sayin', "f** 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 bay-bee, uhh Uhh, I'm not flaggin', but I'm just saggin' I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double G And you can't see, the D-R to the E Or my motherf**in' homey D.O.C You know you can't f** with my motherf**in DJ That's my homey and we call him Warren G Yeah, and you don't stop Doggy Dogg break 'em down with the motherf**in' Dogg Pound That's the only way we'll beat 'em man We gotta smoke 'em, then choke 'em like the motherf**in Peterman! It's like three and to the two and two and to the one Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done [Outro: Bushwick Bill] 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's 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