Who is the man with the masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun 44 reasons come to mind Why you motherfuckin' brother's hard to find He been walkin' on the streets and fuckin' 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 'Cos them punk motherfuckers in black and white Ain't the only motherfuckers I gots to fight I thinks it's better to be tellin' the facts than cuffed up And jacked and fucked up What you niggas lookin' at? You goin' Goddamn 'cos 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 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 'Cos I relax and 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 masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun Who is the man with the masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun D R E A motherfucker who's known for carryin' gats And kick raps that make snaps Adapts to any environment that I'm located at If you see me on the solo move, best believe that I'm strapped 44, .tre-8 or AK-47 'Cos 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 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 is the man with the masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun Who is the man with the masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun Who is the man with the masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun Who is the man with the masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin' 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 talkin' about cockin' a gauge in between your eyes That'll make you drop to your knees 'cos you realize That a gat will make any nigga civilized Old buster ass nigga talkin' 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 motherfuckin' dome And show him why they call me the notorious one The name is Dre Eastwood when I'm packin' a gun You don't believe me, well, step up and give it a try And if you die youse a buster 'cos 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 masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun Who is the man with the masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun Who is the man with the masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun Who is the man with the masterplan? A nigga witta motherfuckin' gun © WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP; WB MUSIC CORP.; SECOND DECADE MUSIC CO; SUGE PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com