(Dr. Dre)I spark like a blunt's tip, somethin caviMakin Greene like Mitch, gives rap vocals dispatchWith every attempt, to have this game shook upWhen Dre cook up, every thug look upChronic got me on tilt, eyes bloodshot, heavy builtLay a nigga out like quilt, clear to gillI rock for rollers, from lowriders to Henny toastersCut off dead weight to keep my formulas kosherAccept no imitations Dre losin his stackIs slim as chances, of Michael Jackson gettin his black fans backMy reputation's like a Tec-9Knock out the best in a circle, three minutes wreck timeSee the hand is faster than the eye can chase itDre, B-Real, Soul Assassins got potential buttons activatedNo illusion I have you caught up in the raptureExecutive decisions from the motherfucking puppet masters(B-Real)You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin movesI'm the master, causing you to do what you do(repeat 4X)(Dre)Puppet masters(repeat 2X)(B-Real)We're pullin strings, killin kingscountin all pinky rings, seizin control of the whole gameI took a pull from the blunt, inhaled itblew the smoke from my lungs into the world of hip-hopCivilians turn into soldiers by the millionsAssassins, we multiply, by the massesMasters of the game (checkmate nigga!) every move you makeThrough manipulation is the move I choose for you to takeYou see, what I want you to seeAnd you turn into whatever I want you to beWhatever it be, enemy or allyThe Aftermath results in Soul Assassins, worldwideFrom coast to coast, I got soldiers on postInjectin you, with the high funk overdoseDre and the Hill, stayin RealAll you non-believin ass niggaz, get your cap peeledExecutive order make your time shorterget your recorder, play it back, puff your chronic sackYour mind body and soul have been capturedAnd taken captive, by the motherfuckin puppet masters(B-Real)You are the puppet, I pull your string, I'm makin movesI'm the master, causing you to do what you do(repeat 4X)(Dre)Puppet masters(repeat 2X)The Soul Assassin button has now been activatedDr. Dre and B-Real are providin the verbal abuseAny unauthorized duplication without the consent of my nigga Muggsmay be fatal...That's right, this is comin to you directly from the Hill y'allAll rights reserved
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