Death Row’s Back

Lyrics

[Intro] Lights out in this bitch Sit your ass in that chair You ain't goin' nowhere nigga *gun cocks* Got this heater ready Will even crack ya ass over tha head witta bottle Whatever the fuck we gotta do to let you know.. [Verse 1] That ain't no nigga sicker then me I'm as sick as can be They get offended when I'm rippin' the beat You can't get dough quicker than me Cause in particularly I get figures like I'm flippin' some (?) I don't know what you claim but I'm pro with the aim Nigga, that Crooked'll put a whole in ya brain Stick pole in ya dame, make her stroll wit' a cane Notorious label and Death Row is the name, huh Money and power and I devour cowards With bullets that come at a thousand miles 'n hour How's about, if the howitzer, shower your house With bullets that might knock down towers Allow us to now, introduce the king Punk motherfuckers wanna fuck with me Get wild, draw down, then I shoot ya team Niggas gettin' slumped uncomfortably Get a slug for free, I got a thug degree In ya motherfuckin' faces, where the bumper be Killa enemy, in any vicinity Wit' the mini machine gun, offendin' me and my company (Tha Row!) You niggas can't fuck wit' that Pumpin' ya guns but where you bustas at? Pull up at the club and get out the truck wit' gats Death Row's Back now what's up wit' that? [Chorus] You can do what you want but can't stop this here We got niggas on the block in fear Some gangsta shit is about to drop this year Our rise to the top is near You been waitin' around for that West Coast shit Ghetto ass sound from the Death Row clique If you a hustler then check yo grip If you a hater then you can suck a dick You can do what you want but can't stop this here We got niggas on the block in fear Some gangsta shit is about to drop this year Our rise to the top is near You been waitin' around for that West Coast shit Ghetto ass sound from the Death Row clique If you a hustler then check yo grip If you a hater then you can suck a dick [Outro] Suck A Dick..