Stayin’ Alive

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, bring it on Dedicated to the niggas that thought I lost it No falloffish (Stayin' alive) Yeah, keep this thing going, stayin' alive, you beezy Mac D-R-E, up in this bitch Yeah, I'm out back, muthafucka I'm out back with the dawgs [Chorus] You never met a nigga like me The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G I run with niggas that jack for fun And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun You never met a nigga like me The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G I run with niggas that jack for fun And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun [Verse 1] I'm seeing studio gangstas get lost in the fame You paper sack niggas keep crossing the game You think life ain't nathan but a gang of bitches You can't stop talking if you hang with snitches You's a suckelle, nigga, quit dropping the salt If your pimpin' ain't strong, it's not my fault At every event, I see your face With my name in your mouth, you must love the taste Nigga, what the deal? Is you for real? Playing ho games and get your cap peeled Now hear a mac spill straight from the heart I buy fits with the chips that I take from marks 'Cause a major part of this game is muscle A swabbage gettin' cabbage, respect the hustle When I ride around and 'round (Ride around and 'round) I pull a pistol out (Pull a pistol out) Boy, I need it big (Boy, I need it big) Don't make me split your wig (Don't make me split your wig, nigga) Mac D.R.E, you never met a nigga like me [Chorus] You never met a nigga like me The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G I run with niggas that jack for fun And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun You never met a nigga like me The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G I run with niggas that jack for fun And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun [Verse 2] Head honcho but you can call me sancho Creepin' with your bitch, got my dick on her tonsils I'm at the crib with your bitch in the door Smokin' crip, feeding goldfish to my shark The kind of nigga that you haters hate the most Quick to pull the trigger when a nigga play me close West Coast, cutthoat gorilla It gets no realer, I gets more scrilla (Ching ching) Your nigga, big dick daddy I get paid from a big thick patty A Navi, a bubble, I represent the double R, in my car, gon' give the rollers trouble On a high speed chase on the freeway Don't think the police want to see Dre I'm bonafide, certified And gon' be still jackin' when I'm 35 [Chorus] You never met a nigga like me The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G I run with niggas that jack for fun And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun You never met a nigga like me The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G I run with niggas that jack for fun And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun [Verse 3] All must die, and some die young That's why I never leave the house without packing my gun My selection for protection Desert Eagle I'm down and dirty, never legal I Know some people that will get you for your jewels Them cutthoat fools, nigga, you know the rules Caught slippin', give it up You think i'm trippin'? I could give a fuck Romp renegade, smokin' dank in the shade Drinkin' Yukon Jack and lemonade Blade? What the fuck you heard? Your pimpin's to the curb, you're actin' like a nerd Get your life straight, pull your self together If your bitch want to ho up, nigga, let her There's nothing like the feeling of a pimp with money You better recognize, you big dummy (Dummy) [Chorus] You never met a nigga like me The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G I run with niggas that jack for fun And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun You never met a nigga like me The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G I run with niggas that jack for fun And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun You never met a nigga like me The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G I run with niggas that jack for fun And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun You never met a nigga like me The M to the D from the CCC, I'm a G I run with niggas that jack for fun And I'll never leave the house without packing my gun