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C’mon
(The Ruff Ryders)
Flame on
(Double R, baby)
Flame on, c’mon
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon
Aiyyo, y’all niggas take too long wrapping them up in duct tape
Me, I just make sure they stomp like crush grapes
I make the hardest shed a tear
Give ’em a gun, if I had two right here
Two over there, fuck playin’ fair
Y’all niggas like loose leaf paper, easy to tear
Drag just burn that up and get it outta here
Y’all think, y’all goin’ from heaven to hell?
Y’all ain’t goin’ nowhere
But in the same town on the same dirty ground
And I don’t care how you livin’ it up
I even got dead niggas shiverin’ up

You can bet, I come diggin’ you up
Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by me
I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus
The one open is at the tip of the nose
When it blows, y’all so called pimps die hoes
Don’t bite rhymes or flows, just air mark
Snap with a finger, have y’all wanted in dead park
Anything that’s dealin’ with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y’all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
Anything that’s dealin’ with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y’all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you think spit mean?
Same bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti teams
Since I had a snotty scream
Was taught to die in a red beam
Never ask when I need cash
I’m a customer, I snatch your cream
Soldier, cross over, knock on my door
Wit’ Jehovah, huh, know the population’s over
I’m causing early retirements
'Cause you blast last when I’m firing
Dyin’ in the blood you lyin’ in
Went from the full house to the raw house
To niggas tryin’ to rip my draws out
Try it now, nigga, blow your jaw out
You don’t want my gun to go pow, pow
Well, I’ma have your face the same color
As a tongue of a chow, chow, nigga
These ain’t water pistols, they shoot many missiles
And when I set ’em off, they scar your bones to the grissle
Only I knew how it was gonna come
Put up in your baby mom, for your only son
I’m takin’ everyone
Anything that’s dealin’ with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y’all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
Anything that’s dealin’ with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y’all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
Uh, I’m psychologically fucked up, know the truth
See, I’s sick, throwin’ up henny and [unverified] gook
Poof, me gone, I pray for the death of my mother
Until I worked up and hugged her and told her that I loved her
Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the ring
Crown me king, I spit through the eyes of a fiend
Golden ice, I stole for the love of my wife
Then she ran out and dumped me, and po-po pump me
Came home, of course as the king of my throne
Back to Roley’s, back to smokin’ bones with Coley
My demo was better than a lot of y’all records
Bed rocked your ass, calm down, so let the gun go
I murdered some quick for dough
Hit ’em up fast, watched them die extra slow
I lock shop when I come through with the blue tops
Smokin’ a ooh, whop, with all glocks cocked
Anything that’s dealin’ with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y’all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
Anything that’s dealin’ with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y’all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
Anything that’s dealin’ with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y’all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
Anything that’s dealin’ with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all y’all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we airborne
See now, there it go, y’all got it
The East Coast, West Coast collabo
Warren G doin’ it with my niggas from the Ruff Ryders
Eve, my nigga drag-on
Yeah, that’s how we doin’ it, like that for y’all
In the ’99

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Warren Griffin III (born November 10, 1970 in Long Beach, California), better known simply as Warren G, is a Grammy award nominated American West Coast rapper, singer, DJ and producer signed to his own label, G-Funk Entertainment. In 1990, Warren G formed the group 213 with Nate Dogg and Snoop Dogg, and in 1994 he exploded onto the Long Beach rap scene with the smash single "Regulate," a duet with Nate Dogg, and its accompanying album, Regulate...G Funk Era. He has since released a further 8 albums on Death Row Records. He grew up in Long Beach listening to his parents' extensive collection of jazz, soul and funk records, also frequently hanging out at the local record store. As a teenager, he and his friends Nate Dogg and future superstar Snoop Dogg formed a rap group called 213, after their area code. Unfortunately, all three had brushes with the law and spent time in jail, which motivated them to get jobs, also working on their music on the side. Eventually, the V.I.P. record store allowed the trio to practice and record in a back room. It was here that Snoop cut the demo "Super Duper Snooper," which G played for his half-brother Dr. Dre at a party. Dre invited all three to his studio and wound up collaborating with Snoop on The Chronic. While G also made several contributions, he opted to develop his talents mostly outside of Dre's shadow. He honed his musical skills while producing such artists as MC Breed and 2Pac. A break came when his vocal collaboration with Mista Grimm, "Indo Smoke," appeared on the Poetic Justice soundtrack. Soon after that, G recorded his debut album for Death Row. "Regulate" appeared on the Above the Rim soundtrack and was released as a single. It quickly became a massive hit, peaking at #2 on the Billboard charts and pushing the album up to the same position. The album eventually went triple platinum, with "This D.J." becoming his second Top 10 hit.

Warren G took nearly three years to complete his second album, returning in the spring of 1997 with Take A Look Over Your Shoulder, which was greeted with decidedly mixed reviews and weak sales. I Want It All followed in 1999 with The Return of the Regulator appearing two years later. In 2005 he signed with Lightyear Enterntainment and released In the Mid-Nite Hour.


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