[Intro: Bushwick Bill]
Yes.. it is I says me..
And all who agree.. are more than threecause they we.. (*laughter*)
Yes.. yo! I m in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men
who knows what evil lurks within them
But let s take a travel down the blindside
And see what we find on this... path... called...

[Verse One: Kurupt]
Stranded on Death Rowso duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta typewhat I recite s kinda lethal
Niggaz knowthe flow that I kickthere s no refill
I m murderin niggazyoand maybe because of the tone
I kicks when I grip the mic and kick shit niggaz can t fuck with
So remember I go hardcoreand slam
Nuff respect like a senseiba-bash like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim they bossin
What don t you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slausson
Take a walk through the hoodand we up to no good
Slangin on things like a real O.G. should
I m stackin and mackin and packin a ten so
When you re slippinI slip the clip inbut ain t no set-tripppin
Cause it s Death Rowrollin like the mafia
Think about whoopin some assbut what the fuck stoppin ya?
Ain t nathin but a buster
I m "Stranded on Death Row" for pumpin slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you re outdonefeel the shotgun
Kurupt inmate cell block one

[Verse Two: RBX]
No prevention from this lynchin of sorts
Your re a victimfrom my driveby of thoughts
No extensionsall attempts are to fail
Blinded by the lightit s time you learn braile
From the lunaticI m death like arsenic
When I kick a wicked rapsDr. Dre will hit the scratch
With treacherymy literary form will blast
And totally surpass the norm
Not a stormpluralmake itmany storms
When I m vexedI fly leg necks and arms
In this dimensionI m the presenter
And the inventorand the tormentor
Derangedlike the Hillside Strangler
MC manglertough like Wrangler
I write a rhymehard as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite!
So what you wanna do?
The narrator RBXcell block two

[Verse Three: The Lady of Rage]
Ragelyrical murderer; "Stranded on Death Row"
And now I m servin a - lifetime sentence
There ll be no repentence
Since it s the life that I choose to lead I plead guilty
On all counts let the ball bounce where it may
It s just another clip into my AK
Buck em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my matress -
bed frame there s another deadbang
Layin lame put to shamewho s to blame?
Methe Lady of Ragea woman comin
from the D-E-A-T-HinR-O-W takinno shit
So flip and you re bound to get dropped
It s 187 on motherfuckers don t stop
Handcuffed as I bust there ll be no debate
It s Ragefrom cell block eight

[Verse Four: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Aiyyo steppin through the fog and creepin through the smog
It s the number one nigga from the hood Doggy Dogg
Makin videosnow I stay in Hollywood
Bustin raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the Dr. and my homey little nigga
Warren G is my hand and my hand s on the trigga
Shootin at the hoes with the game that I got
Sent to Death Row cause I wanted to make a grip from servin my rocks
And I m stillservin for minespeace
to my motherfuckin homies doin time
In the pen and the county jail
Mobbin with your blues onmad as hell
And you say yeah fuck the police
And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
And it s drivin the cops crazy
But ain t nuttin but a black thing bay-beeuhhh
{*Snoop starts singing*}
Uhh I m not flagginbut I m just saggin
I betcha don t wanna see the D-O double G
And you can t seethe D-R to the E
Or my motherfuckin homey D.O.C.
You know you can t fuck with my motherfuckin DJ
That s my homey and we call him Warren G
{*Snoop stops singing*}
Yeahand you don t stop
Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfuckin Dogg Pound
That s the only way we ll beat em man
We gotta smoke emthen choke em like the motherfuckin peter man
It s like three and to the two and two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg s done

[Outro: Bushwick Bill]
Yonow you know the path I m on
You think you re strongsee if you can travel on
Cause only the weakwill try to speak
Those who are quietwill always cause riots
There s three types of people in the world
Those who don t know what happened
Those who wonder what happened
And people like us from the streets that MAKE things happen!

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