paroles de chanson A Nigga Witta Gun - 214

Yeah, nigga what's up with all that motherfuckingg' shit you was talking, nigga?
(Hey Dre, why you tripping', why you tripping?) Huh?
Fuck that, nigga, what's up with all that shit you was talking', nigga?
(I ain't say nothin', why you tripping'?) You're a motherfuckingg' liar, nigga, that was you
(Nah, that wasn't me)
That was you, nigga (that wasn't me)

Ayy, check this out, motherfucker
What's wrong, nigga, you can't talk with a gun in your mouth? (No, it wasn't me, Dre)
You can't talk with a gun in your mouth? (It wasn't me)
Listen up, nigga, you know Lucifer? (Nah)
Well, you're about to meet him, motherfucker

Who is the man with the master plan?
A nigga witta motherfuckingg gun

44 reason come to mind
Why your motherfuckingg brothers' 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 LA without the AK ready to pop
'Cause them punk motherfuckers in black and white
Ain't the only motherfuckers I gots to fight

I thinks it's better to be telling the facts than cuffed up
And jacked and fucked up
What you niggas lookin' at? You goin
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 trying to prove
To they homies that they can hang by dealing with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D

I never did time on a murder yet
'Cause I relax it back, do a job and jet
Yo, I know you understand my flow
So here we go with Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know

Who is the man with the master plan?
A nigga witta motherfucking gun
Who is the man with the master plan?
A nigga witta motherfuckingg gun

D-R-E
A motherfucker whose known for carrying 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

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 motherfucker flat
As he wonders 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 is the man with the master plan?
A nigga witta motherfucking gun
Who is the man with the master plan?
A nigga witta motherfucking gun
Who is the man with the master plan?
A nigga witta motherfucking gun
Who is the man with the master plan?
A nigga witta 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 speakin about between the thighs
I'm talking about cocking a gauge in between your eyes
That'll make you drop to your knees 'cause you realise
That a gat will make any nigga civilised

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 doing it while these other niggas talk about it
And if motherfuckers come at me wrong
I straight put my .44 Desert Eagle to his motherfucking 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 is the man with the master plan?
A nigga witta motherfuckingg gun
Who is the man with the master plan?
A nigga witta motherfucking gun
Who is the man with the master plan?
A nigga witta motherfucking gun (get down)
Who is the man with the master plan?
A nigga witta motherfucking gun (get down)