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[Verse One:]


Creepin· down the back street on Deez

I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these

Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated

By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin· to take mine

ya wanna make noise, make noise

I make a phone call my niggaz comin· like the Gotti boys

bodies bein· found on Greenleaf

with their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker i·m Dre

so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day

rollin· in my ·4 with 16 switches

And got sounds for the bitches, clockin· all the riches

Got the hollow points for the snitches

So would you just walk on by, cuz I·m too hard to lift

and no this ain·t Aerosmith

It·s the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT

on a ryhmin· spree, a straight G

Hop back as i pop my top ya trip

I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP

yeah, cuz if it don·t stop

I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop

Cause I·m (Rollin in my six-fo·)

with all the niggaz sayïn