Dr Dre Featuring Tha Dogg Pound Bushwick Bill Stranded On Death Row Lyrics

Stranded On Death Row Lyrics

Intro: Bushwick Bill

Yes, it is I says me
and all who agree
are
more than three
cause they are 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 lets take a travel down the blindside
And
see what we find on this...
Path...
Called...

Verse One:
Kurupt

Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit
I get
rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I
recite's kinda lethal
Niggaz know, the flow that I kick, there's no
refill
I'm murderin niggaz, Yo, and maybe because of the tone
I kicks my
grip, the mic and kick shit
Niggaz can't fuck with
So remember I go
hardcore, and slam
Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So
any nigga that claim they bossin
What don't you bring your ass on over to
Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the hood, and 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 slippin, I slip the clip in
But ain't no
set-tripppin
Cause it's Death Row, rollin like the mafia
Think about
whoopin some ass, but 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 outdone
Feel the shotgun, Korrupt inmate cell block
one


Verse Two: RBX

No prevention from this mention of
sorts
Your're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all
attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn
braile
From the lunatic, I death like arsenic
When I kick up wicked
raps
That the grain will hit the scratch
With treachery, my literary form
will blast
And totally surpass the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, many
storms
When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms
In this dimension, I'm the
presenter
And the inventor, and the tormentor
Deranged, like the hillside
strangler
MC mangler, tough like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as
concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite
So what you wanna
do
The narrator RBX, cell block two

Verse Three: The Lady of
Rage

Rage, lyrical 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 dead pain
Layin lain with the shame, who's to blame
Me,
the lady of Rage
On when I'm comin from the D-E-A-T-Hin
R-O-W takin, no
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 Rage, from
cell block eight

Verse Four: Snoop Doggy Dogg

And yo steppin
through the fog
And creepin through the smog
It's the number one nigga
from the hood
Doggy Dogg
Makin videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Bustin
raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor 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
quick one servin my rocks
And I'm still, servin for mines, peace
To my
motherfuckin homies doin time
In the pen and the county jail
Mobbin with
your blues on, mad 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-bee, uhhh
No I'm not
flaggin, but I'm just saggin
I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double
G
And you can't see, the 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
Yeah, and you don't stop
Doggy Dogg break em
down with the motherfuckin DoggPound
That's the only way we'll beat em
man
We gotta smoke em, then 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

Outtro : Bushwick Bill

Yo, now you
know the path I'm on
You think you're strong, see if you can travel
on
Cause only the weak, will try to speak
Those who are quiet, will
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!