[Lyrics for Dr. Dre – Nigga Witta Gun]
Who is the man with the masterplan?
A Nigga Witta muthaf*ckin’ Gun!
[Dr. Dre]
44 reasons come to mind
Why you muthaf*ckin’ brothas hard to find.
He be walkin’ on the streets and f*ckin’ with mine.
Stupid punk can’t f*ck with a mastermind.
See I never take a step on a Compton block
Or LA without the AK ready to pop.
‘Cause them punk muthaf*ckas in black and white
Ain’t the only muthaf*ckas I gots to fight.
I think it’s better to retellin’ the facts than cuffed up
And jacked and f*cked up.
What you niggas lookin at? You do in…
Goddamn, ’cause it’s the city.
And for a youth to survive a nigga gotta be a gangster.
And I’m a nigga you can’t remove.
Took out a lot of muthaf*ckas for tryin’ to prove
To their homies they can hang by dealin’ with me.
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D.
I never did time on a murder yet.
‘Cause I relax and back do a job and jet.
Yo, I know you understand my flow,
So here we go when Death Row
Come. Let a mutherf*cker know…
[Dr. Dre]
D-R-E! A mutherf*cker who’s known for carryin’ gats
And kick raps that make snaps.
Adapts to anything violent that I’m located at.
If you see me on the solo moves believe that I’m strapped.
44, .38 or AK 47.
‘Cause Mo’ live with Charlie Sheen.
You want a stairway to heaven?
Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back
And lay a punk mutherf*cker 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 when Death Row
Come. Let a mutherf*cker know…
[Dr. Dre]
I break some off. I break some off.
Yeah, I break some off. I break some off.
Yeah, I break some off.
But I ain’t speakin’ about between the thighs.
I’m talkin’ about cockin’ a guage in between your eyes.
That’ll make you drop to your knees, ’cause you realise
That a gat will make any nigga civilised.
Old buster ass nigga talkin’ bullshit.
Don’t know that I’m the wrong nigga to f*ck with.
Get lit or hit up by the doctor.
A nigga to break some off properly.
Real G.
So don’t doubt it.
I’m the one who’s doin’ it
While these other niggas talk about it.
And if mutherf*ckers come at me wrong
I straight put my 44 Desert Eagle to his muthaf*ckin’ dome.
And show him why they call me the notorious one.
The name is Dre, E’s ward when I’m packin’ a gun.
You don’t believe me, wants to pop and give it a try.
And if you die you’s a buster ’cause real niggas don’t die.
But some still don’t hear me though.
You’re too ninny not to hear me, yo.
So now you know…