Dr. Dre - n***a Witta Gun lyrics

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Dr. Dre - n***a Witta Gun lyrics

[Chorus:] Who is the man with the masterplan? A n***a Witta muthaf**in' Gun! [Dr. Dre] 44 reasons come to mind Why you muthaf**in' brothas hard to find. He be walkin' on the streets and f**in' with mine. Stupid punk can't f** with a mastermind. See I never take a step on a Compton block Or LA without the AK ready to pop. 'Cause them punk muthaf**as in black and white Ain't the only muthaf**as I gots to fight. I think it's better to retellin' the facts than cuffed up And jacked and f**ed up. What you n***as lookin at? You do in... Goddamn, 'cause it's the city. And for a youth to survive a n***a gotta be a gangster. And I'm a n***a you can't remove. Took out a lot of muthaf**as for tryin' to prove To their homies 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 and back do a job and jet. Yo, I know you understand my flow, So here we go when d**h Row Come. Let a mutherf**er know... [Chorus: 2x] [Dr. Dre] D-R-E! A mutherf**er who's known for carryin' gats And kick raps that make snaps. Adapts to anything violent that I'm located at. If you see me on the solo moves believe that I'm strapped. 44, .38 or AK 47. 'Cause Mo' live with Charlie Sheen. You want a stairway to heaven? Just put my finger on the trigger and pull back And lay a punk mutherf**er 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 when d**h Row Come. Let a mutherf**er know... [Chorus: 4x] [Dr. Dre] I break some off. I break some off. Yeah, I break some off. I break some off. Yeah, I break some off. But I ain't speakin' about between the thighs. I'm talkin' about co*kin' a guage in between your eyes. That'll make you drop to your knees, 'cause you realise That a gat will make any n***a civilised. Old buster a** n***a talkin' bullsh**. Don't know that I'm the wrong n***a to f** with. Get lit or hit up by the doctor. A n***a to break some off properly. Real G. So don't doubt it. I'm the one who's doin' it While these other n***as talk about it. And if mutherf**ers come at me wrong I straight put my 44 Desert Eagle to his muthaf**in' dome. And show him why they call me the notorious one. The name is Dre, E's ward when I'm packin' a gun. You don't believe me, wants to pop and give it a try. And if you die you's a buster 'cause real n***as don't die. But some still don't hear me though. You're too ninny not to hear me, yo. So now you know... [Chorus: 4x]

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