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Stranded on Death Row

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, 'Stranded on death row'So duck when I swing my shit

I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits

The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal

Niggaz know, the flow that I kick, there's no refillI'm murderin' niggaz, yo, and maybe because of the tone

I kicks when I grip the mic and kick shit niggaz can't fuck with

So remember I go hardcore, and slam

Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van DammeSo any nigga that claim they bossin'

What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slausson

Take a walk through the hood, and we up to no good

Slangin' on things like a real O.G. shouldI'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so

When you're slippin', I slip the clip in, but ain't no set-trippin'

'Cause it's Death Row, rollin' like the mafia

Think about whoopin' some ass, but what the fuck stoppin' ya?Ain't nathin' but a buster

I'm stranded on death row for pumpin' slugs in motherfuckers

Now you know you're outdone, feel the shot gun

Kurupt inmate cell block oneNo prevention from this lynchin' of sorts

You're a victim, from my drive by of thoughts

No extensions, all attempts are to fail

Blinded by the light, it's time you learn BrailleFrom the lunatic, I'm death like arsenic

When I kick a wicked raps, Dr. Dre will hit the scratch

With treachery, my literary form will blast

And totally surpass the norm, not a stormPlural, 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 StranglerMC 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 twoRage, lyrical murderer, stranded on death row

And now I'm servin' 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 AKBuck 'em down with my underground tactics

Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress bed frame

There's another dead, bang layin' lame put to shame, who's to blame?

Me, the Lady of Rage, a woman comin' from the D E A T H in R O WTakin' no shit, so flip and you're bound to get dropped

It's 187 on motherfuckers don't stop

Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate

It's Rage, from cell block eightAiyyo, steppin' through the fog and creepin' through the smog

It's the number one nigga from the hood Doggy Dogg

Makin' videos, now I stay in Hollywood

Bustin' raps for my snaps, now they call me EastwoodDre is the Dr. and my homey little nigga

Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga

Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I got

Sent to Death Row 'cause I wanted to make a grip from servin' my rocksAnd I'm still servin' for mines, peace to my motherfuckin' homies

Doin' time in the pen and the county jail

Mobbin' with your blues on, mad as hell

And you say, yeah, fuck the policeAnd all the homies on the streets is all about peace

And it's drivin' the cops crazy

But ain't nuttin' but a black thing bay-bee, uh

Uh, 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 motherfuckin' homey D.O.C.

You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin' DJ

That's my homey and we call him Warren GYeah, and you don't stop

Doggy Dogg break 'em down with the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound

That's the only way we'll beat 'em man

We gotta smoke 'em, then choke 'em like the motherfuckin' Peter man

It's like three and to the two and two and to the one

Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's doneYo, 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 worldThose who don't know what happened

Those who wonder what happened

And people like us from the streets that make things happen!

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