Death Row is a franchise, a legacy
New beginning, is the ending of you.
I done wrote this shit.
Find 'em nigga, where you at?
You know my niggas runnin
Puffin lovin my women
Diamonds shinin priceless on my neck
I ain't spent a big face yet
Still spendin small faces from that '92 spot
Dr. Dre thanks a lot for that Chronic you dropped
Now I'm droppin mine in '99
In the year two-thous, please believe we holdin it down
Make the sqares act right now
I'm the ace in the hole
For my dog Mr. Knight I pray you get parole
An to that bitch-made nigga Snoop Doggy ho
I'll get at you in the hood
You ain't the homie no mo'
An this ain't about Death Row
Holla back an you can meet me on some Reno bet.
You can shine in yo time
But I'mma shine the hardest
Death Row, diamonds reward
The number one artist
Long Beach is a dynasty
And Swoop is in his prime
You know I'm holdin down mine
Fake niggas you know the time.
So when I see you, I'mma shoot you
Niggas will swear that I never knew you
I can't believe you would do what you've done
Cross Death Row and forget where you from.
Snoop ain't never had a Death Row piece cuz it's only fo ridas
That's why he at that Dogg Pound shit.
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That nigga fake as Pretty Tony
The real homies droppin fools, shinin like gold D's
Best believe baby boy we gettin our cheese
You juss a weenie Snoop Dogg
So tuck ya tail and leave
So there it is, touch it or lose
And come bustin at your homeboys too
Lookin for you in the LBC pushin a Nav
I don't keep the heat in the dash
License and permitt so if I see you it's meant
For me to tear your head off on some murderous shit
After this I'm buyin a label
I lost love for ya Snoop back then
When Swoop bruised yo chin
At the video shoot for the Twinz.
So we mobbed in that mutha fucka in Chuck Taylor's and gators
Man we thought you niggas was tanks
But we was flexin our muscles from the jump at the gate
When Death Row ride it's do or die
Mashin like Pac an Suge Knight
When he slapped you up
You had to run to get 'em up
And I thought you niggas was soldiers
Cuz if this was a war
Man ya team would be dead
You know how we get when we take that chronic to the head
And we mixed it with liquor
An the Nina's out to get ya
So loc you betta handle your shit
And you know this ain't a game we playin
Don't make me pull this mutha fuckin strap out again.
*(Chorus til fades out)*
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