The Last Song

[Featuring N.W.A.]

Yo D.O.C.,what'cha blazing, j, 'cause this is a lawhouse

experience, so you know it's gonna be some mega shit, so who is that

(KM.G)

KM.G will never be a trick

Step up to the mic like a baller then I pimp this gift

That only I possess

I illustrated that way to get the shit off my chest

I'm ghetto raise to amaze the crowd, it's quite simple

Km.G has degrees from Unity of South Central

I'm a graduate and it's all legit

From the pimping, the ballin' and all that good shit

I have the mega balls in which I speak in a slang

While I'm peeking it wit the G's from the Ruthless gang

Ain't nuttin change but the weather like I said before

'Cause I'm living like hustlers and I'm checking galore

Yo, I have to give it up to the D.O.C.

A Ruthless brother who's down wit the KM.G

So all hail to the niggas that's turning it out

And maybe then, I'll take the gun barrel out of your mouth

Knowledge from one generation to another, perserve

and then transmitted, get it, done the Ruthless way,

You know what I'm saying, so what's up Dre

(Dr. Dre)

Now I'm a swinger, I'm not a muthafuking singer

But I bringa melody that always seems to ring a

Bell as well, let's make it so you can tell

Yo, it's coming from Compton where the ballers dwell

'Cause I'm Dre, the muthafuking doctor causing propaganda

When I'm on the mic, I demand a

Little bit of time to express myself

From ?(cedian)? wax, kicking the facts and it's like that

A nigga wit a muthafuking attitude

You know the deal, kicking some real shit

And if a sucker ever thinks he can get some

Yo, step off, I'm kicking lyrics for the deaf and the dumb

But any occasion, getting the bitches wit the mega persuasion

Then my dick starts top make an invasion

But, yo, I can't go on

Because this is the end of my part on the last song

Real G from the streets, villianous when he speaks

For all you busters who can't deal, give it up for real

(MC Ren)

Now when you see me, you're ducking and slipping, yo, then you fell

down

You fucked up and finally figured who was the cell down

Pulling the pulls, crotching the bull

The weak muthafuker was smelling like shit so I guess that they're

full

Of it, and I love it when I dress like a crook

Wit a "I don't give a fuck" look

The villian was something nuff like a hero

Jacking all the niggas wit beef, off of relief, I mean the zeros

The rest of the 100 was sent to do what I say

NWA and ATL and we don't play

The DOC is doing it, oh, so correctly

See, I broke it down for the ones who try to check me

But I can't be check 'cause I'm the checker

When you see a nigga wreck believe that I'm the wrecker

The right and for the fight and the left will attend

We're doing wrong, MC Ren is on the last song

From a genius to temporary insanity, the ganster's dream

The bitches fanasty, Ruthless, so now we've come to the payoff

(Eazy-E)

One muthafuking two muthafuking three

It's the hip-hop thugster Eazy-E

So I grab the mic and then I clear my throat

First nigga kicking lyrics in a straightcoat

It's Eazy for me to come off like this

So you can kiss my ass where the sun rays miss

Or just give me the pussy and I'll be straight

And if you don't, fuck it, I'll masterbate

(We wanta fuck you Eazy) yea, you bitches scream

Now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding

I got skill to deal and run game on bitches

You can tell that I'm sick by the triple sixes

I hear voices in my head for what reason

But when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season

So back the fuck off and give me respect

Now they're shipping me off 'cause Eazy played wit a half deck

Criminal in his thoughts, murderous in his lyrics

The notorious Cold

(Cold 187um)

187um, you know I gotta have it

Now being above the law is an everyday habit

If you think I drop some pimp shit, I ain't

Perhaps I'll say a couple rhymes to make the bitches faint

Now everybody wants to chill, ill

And bill, now what the fuck is the deal

You need a nigga like me to get the shit going

187um has got the ultimate flowing

Now it's time for me to go off like a maniac

Run up for cover 'cause I'm on the ?(adidnac)?

An untouchable player rolled up into one mind

87 reasons why fools staying in line

'Cause I ain't the average nigga behind the trigger

I lay and spray anything in my way

'Cause I'm a balls player for the streets of South Central

Beleive what you want but soon you'll eventually see

That ATL is straight to mega

Don't be surprise 'cause we played ya like Sega

And these bodies keep dropping, you see me keep moving on

Peace, I'm outta here 'cause this is the last song

Shout outs