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)