Death Row’s Back lyrics

[Intro]
Lights out in this b*tch
Sit your ass in that chair
You ain't goin' nowhere n*gga
*gun c*cks* Got this heater ready
Will even crack ya ass over tha head witta bottle
Whatever the f*ck we gotta do to let you know..

[Verse 1]
That ain't no n*gga 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
n*gga, 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 motherf*ckers wanna f*ck with me
Get wild, draw down, then I shoot ya team
n*ggas gettin' slumped uncomfortably
Get a slug for free, I got a thug degree
In ya motherf*ckin' faces, where the bumper be
Killa enemy, in any vicinity
Wit' the mini machine gun, offendin' me and my company (Tha Row!)
You n*ggas can't f*ck 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 n*ggas on the block in fear
Some gangsta sh*t is about to drop this year
Our rise to the top is near
You been waitin' around for that West Coast sh*t
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 di*k
You can do what you want but can't stop this here
We got n*ggas on the block in fear
Some gangsta sh*t is about to drop this year
Our rise to the top is near
You been waitin' around for that West Coast sh*t
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 di*k


[Outro]
Suck A di*k..