A Nigga With a Gun

Yeah, nigga! What's up with all

That motherfucking shit you was talking, nigga?

Hey Dre, why you tripping, why you tripping?

Fuck that! What was up with all that shit you was talking, nigga?

I ain't say nothing, why you trip me?

That's a motherfucking lie, nigga! That was you

Nah, that wasn't me

That was you, nigga

That wasn't me

Hey, check this out, motherfucker

What's wrong, nigga?

That wasn't me

You can't talk with a gun in your mouth?

Nah, man, that wasn't me, dog

You can't talk with a gun in your mouth?

That wasn't me

Listen up, nigga! You know Lucifer?

Nah

Well, you're about to meet him, motherfucker

Who's the man with the masterplan?

A nigga with a motherfucking gun

44 reasons come to mind

Why a motherfucking brother is hard to find

He be walking on the streets and fucking with mine

Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind

See I never take a step on a Compton block

Or L.A. without the AK ready to pop

Cause them punk motherfuckers in black and white

Ain't the only motherfuckers I gots to fight

I think it's better to be telling the facts than cuffed up

And jacked and fucked up

What you niggas looking at? You going

Goddamn! 'Cause it's the city

And for you to survive a nigga gotta be a gangsta

And I'm a nigga you can't remove

Took out a lot of motherfuckers for tryin' to prove

To their homies that 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, sit back, do a job and jet

Yo, I know you understand my flow

So here we go with Death Row

Come let a mothafucka know

Who's the man with the masterplan?

A nigga with a motherfucking gun

Who's the man with the masterplan?

A nigga with a motherfucking gun

D-R-E

A motherfucker who's known for carrying gats

And kick raps that make snaps

Adapts to any environment that I'm located at

If you see me on the solo move believe that I'm strapped

4-4, . Tre-8 or AK-47

'Cause slowly but surely send you on a stairway to heaven

Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back

And lay a punk mothafucka 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 with Death Row

Come let a motherfucker know

Who's the man with the masterplan?

A nigga with a motherfucking gun

Who's the man with the masterplan?

A nigga with a motherfucking gun

Who's the man with the masterplan?

A nigga with a motherfucking gun

Who's the man with the masterplan?

A nigga with a motherfucking gun

I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, yeah

I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, yeah

I breaks 'em off, but I ain't speaking about between the thighs

I'm talking about cocking a gauge in between your eyes

It'll make you drop to your knees 'cause you realize

That a gat'll make any nigga civilized

Old buster ass nigga talking bullshit

Don't know that I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with

Get lit or hit up by the doctor

A nigga that breaks 'em 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 motherfuckers come at me wrong

I straight put my. 44 Desert Eagle to his mothafuckin' dome

And show him why they call me the notorious one

The name's Dre Eastwood when I'm packing a gun

You don't believe me, well step up 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 near me not to hear me, nigga yo

So now you know

Who's the man with the masterplan?

A nigga with a motherfucking gun

Who's the man with the masterplan?

A nigga with a motherfucking gun