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[Dre] Yeah, what up Detroit
[Snoop] Nah-uh nah –uh no he didn't (ah) They didn't do it again.
W-what w-what You shit on these niggas two times dr. dre?
[Dre] Oh, fo sho
[Snoop] Uh-uh, no. you smell that? This the special right here.
(w-what w-what what) Yeah, Toast to the boogy baby
[Ja-Rule] Murdering Shit
[Snoop] To the boogy oogie oogie Ya know, What's crackin dre?

[DMX]
It's my survival instinct that keeps my head above the water
Every day I show another how I love a slaughter
Plug your door fill it with more hoes than sponges
Attack the bitches meant for stocks Or for lunches
With these I Shoot the breeze And extort
Enough keys from the Cubans To build a fuckin fort
Caught up in something that I can't control
Tryin to get a hold of a bank roll and swoll?
Catchin bodies like the cold
I'll stay sick and face it make me chase it
I'll take your life and erase it
Wasted in the fuckin streets cuz it aint worth shit
The undertaker take your ass under the earth quicker
Love money but the scramble is hot
So I snatch up my man and hit the gamblin spot
20 grams has got my nigga shot
One nigga less what used to be his chest is now a mess under his vest

[Nate Dog]
And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
[Snoop]
Dance with the devil, they always wanna dance

[Xzibit]
I'm the head nigga in charge and watchin you move
Ya found dead in your garage with 10 o clock news coverage
Gotta love it cuz I expose the façade
Your little lungs is too small to hot box with god
All jokes aside Come bounce with us
Standin over you with a 12 gauge about to bust
It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I might leave in the body bag but never in cuffs
So who you do trust
They just not rugged enough
When things get rough im in the club shootin with puff
Bitch please you must have a mental disease
Assume the position and get back down on your knees
Come on

[Nate Dog]
And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
[Snoop]
Dance with the devil, they always wanna dance

[Ja-Rule]
E-Dub get a nigga involved
Let me spit a few balls of murderous material
Niggas venereal diseases to me
And it's startin to burn when I piss on MCs
Niggas want it with me Who I be
The one that got you ready to run
The one with rhyme or reason to bust my gun
What's the outcome?
Another nigga getting smoked?
Another nigga found slain with tounge out his throat?
Son its no joke I pump lead like bad dope
And leave niggas noddin out With no hope
I'm a spit various flows And fuck various hoes
Rule, E-Dub, in short, Dog it shows
That the niggas with the money get the bitches bitches
Roll up on dubs deep dishes dishes
Niggas don't want it with me.
(Gunshot) J the A to R-U-L-E

[2-pac]
And everytime I see you cats rollin in packs
For the life of me I cannot see why you don't know how to act
Love to clown when you deep
When you on that solo creep out on the streets you don't hear a peep
Nigga it's a goddamn shame
Somebody explain why they send a bad boy to play a grown mans game
Tear that ass out the frame
How long will it last Nigga don't ask just be first to blast
I blow on the match tryin to be the first to see some cash
My shit's classic, like my nigga Nate Go get the tape,
we keep the nation anticipatin until we break Money made
me evil court Cases got me stressin
Niggas aimin at my head but I still wear my vest

[Nate Dog]
And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
[Snoop]
Dance with the devil, they always wanna dance

[Eminem]
Oh no, big slim dog 80 pound balls dick six inch long
Back up in the hea

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