Dr. Dre - A n***a Witta Gun lyrics

Yeah n***a, what's up with all that motherf**ing sh** you was talking n***a? (Hey Dre, why you trip me, why you trip me?) f** that, what was up with all that sh** you was talkin' n***a? (I ain't trippin', why you trip me?) Motherf**er lie n***a, that was you (Nah, that wasn't me) That was you, n***a (That wasn't me) Ay, check this out motherf**er What's wrong n***a, you can't talk with a gun in your mouth? (That wasn't me, that wasn't me) You can't talk with a gun in your mouth? (That wasn't me) Listen up n***a, you know about Lucifer? (Nah) You're about to meet him, motherf**er Kay Gees: Who is the man with the masterplan? (A n***a with a motherf**ing gun) Dr. Dre: Forty-four reasons come to mind Why your motherf**ing brothers' hard to find He be walking on the streets and f**ing with mine Stupid punk can't f** with a mastermind See I never take a step on a Compton block Or LA without the AK ready to pop 'Cause them punk motherf**ers in black and white Ain't the only motherf**ers I gots to fight I thinks it's better to be telling the facts than cuffed up And jacked and f**ed up What you n***as looking at? You going "Goddamn," 'cause it's the city And for you to survive a n***a gotta be a gangsta And I'm a n***a you can't remove Took out a lot of motherf**ers for tryin' to prove To their 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, sit back, do a job and jet Yo, I know you understand my flow So here we go with d**h Row, come let a motherf**er know Kay Gees: Who is the man with the masterplan? (A n***a with a motherf**ing gun) Who is the man with the masterplan? (A n***a with a motherf**ing gun) Dr. Dre: D-R-E, a motherf**er who's known for carrying gats and kick raps that make snaps Adapts to anything environment that I'm located at If you see me on the solo move 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 motherf**er flat As he wonder 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 d**h Row, come let a motherf**er know Kay Gees: Who is the man with the masterplan? (A n***a with a motherf**ing gun) Who is the man with the masterplan? (A n***a with a motherf**ing gun) Who is the man with the masterplan? (A n***a with a motherf**ing gun) Who is the man with the masterplan? (A n***a with a motherf**ing gun) Dr. Dre: 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 speaking about between the thighs I'm talking about co*king a gauge in between your eyes That'll make you drop to your knees 'cause you realize That a gat will make any n***a civilized Old buster-a** n***a talkin' bullsh** Don't know that I'm the wrong n***a to f** with Get lit or hit up by the doctor A n***a that breaks 'em off properly Real G so don't doubt it I'm the one who's doing it while these other n***as talk about it And if motherf**ers come at me wrong I straight put my .44 Desert Eagle to his motherf**ing 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 n***as don't die But some still don't hear me though You're too near me not to hear me, n***a yo so now you know Kay Gees: Who is the man with the masterplan? (A n***a with a motherf**ing gun) Who is the man with the masterplan? (A n***a with a motherf**ing gun) Who is the man with the masterplan? (A n***a with a motherf**ing gun) Who is the man with the masterplan? (A n***a with a motherf**ing gun)