Death Certificate

Got damn, i'm glad ya'll set it off.
Used to be hard, now you're just wet and soft.
First you was down with the ak,
And now i see you on a video with michel'le?
Lookin' like straight bozos.
I saw it comin', that's why i went solo.
And kept on stompin',
When ya'll mothafuckers moved straight outta compton.
Livin' with the whites, one big house,
And not another nigga in site.
I started off with too much cargo,
Dropped four niggas now i'm makin' all the dough.
White man just rulin'.
The niggas with attitudes -- who ya foolin'?
Ya'll niggas just phony,
I put that on my mama and my dead homeys.
Yella boy's on your team, so you're losin';
Ay yo dre, stick to producin'.
Callin' me arnold, but you been-a-dick;
Eazy e saw your ass and went in it quick.
You got jealous when i got my own company,
But i'm a man, and ain't nobody humpin' me.
Tryin' to sound like amerikkka's most,
You could yell all day but you don't come close.
Cuz you know i'm the one that flown,
Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go.
With the l-e-n-c-h m-o-b, and ya'll disgrace the c-p-t.
Cuz you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy,
With no vaseline...

[refrain] (l.l. sample: "now you're gettin' done without vaseline...") 3x
(biz markie sample: "damn, it feels good to see people...on it")

The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin',
Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain?
You're gettin' fucked real quick,
And eazy's dick, is smellin' like mc ren's shit.
Tried to tell you a year ago,
But willie d told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so
I couldn't stop you from gettin' ganked,
Now let's play big-bank-take-little-bank.
Tried to dis ice cube, it wasn't worth it
Cuz the broomstick fit your ass so perfect.
Cut my hair and i'll cut them balls,
Cuz i heard you like givin' up the drawers.
Gang-banged by your manager, fella,
Gettin' money out your ass, like a mothafuckin' ready teller.
Givin' up the dollar bills,
Now they got the villain with a purse and high-heels.
So don't believe what ren say,
Cuz he's goin' out like kunte kinte,
But i got a whip for ya toby;
Used to be my homey, now you act like you don't know me.
It's a case of divide-and-conquer,
Cuz you let a jew break up my crew.
House nigga gotta run and hide,
Yellin' compton, but you moved to riverside.
So don't front, mc ren, cuz i remember when you drove a b 2-10.
Broke as a mothafuckin' joke.
Let you on the scene to back up the first team.
It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart,
And they rippin' your asshole apart.
By takin' your green, oh yeah,
The villain does get fucked with no vaseline.

[refrain scratched]

I never have dinner with the president.
I never have dinner with the president.
I never have dinner with the president.
And when i see your ass again, i'll be hesitant.
Now i think you a snitch,
Throw a house nigga in a ditch.
Half-pint bitch, fuckin' your homeboys.
You little maggot; eazy e turned faggot.
With your manager, fella,
Fuckin' mc ren, dr. dre, and yella.
But if they were smart as me,
Eazy e would be hangin' from a tree.
With no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline.
Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on...
Till that jheri curl is gone.
On a permanent vacation, off the massa plantation.
Heard you both got the same bank account,
Dumb nigga, what you thinkin' bout?
Get rid of that devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple.
Cuz you can't be the nigga 4 life crew
With a white jew tellin' you what to do.
Pullin' wools with your scams, now i gotta play the silence of the lambs.
With a midget who's a punk too,
Tryin' to fuck me, but i'd rather fuck you.
Eric wright, punk, always into somethin', gettin' fucked at night.
By mista shitpacker, bend over for the gotdamn cracker, no vaseline...

god damn, it's a brand new payback
From the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black
How many motherfuckers gotta pay
Went to the shelf and dusted off the ak
Caps gotta get pealed
Cause "the nigga ya love to hate" still can "kill at will"
It ain't no pop cause that sucks
And you can new jack swing on my nuts
Down wit the niggaz that i bail out
I'm platinum bitch and i didn't have to sell out
Fuck you ice cube, that's what the people say
Fuck amerikkka, still wit hthe triple k
Cause you know when my nine goes pop
It'll bust your head like a watermelon dropped from 12 stories up
Now let's see who'll drop
Punk motherfuckers tryin to ban hip-hop
Fuck r&b and the runnin man
I'm the one that stand, with the gun in hand
Make sure before you buck wit duck quick
Punk, cause i'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit

"i'ma let y'all know one thing man.."

[verse two]
Hell yeah it's on, you better tell 'em
Ice cube and i'm rolling with the motherfuckin l.m.
It's the number one crew in the area
Make a move for your gat and i'll bury ya
Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt
Punks roll when i put in work
Cause lench mob niggaz are the craziest
And y'all motherfuckers can't fade my shit
South central, that's where the lench mob dwell
Hittin fools up with the big ass l
One time can't hold me back
Sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs
Stop givin juice to the raiders
Cause al davis, never paid us
I hope he wear a vest
It's all about the l-e-n-c-h y'all know the rest
Motherfuckin crew, motherfuckin mob
Do a motherfuckin job in a motherfuckin squad
In '91 ice cube grew stronger and bigger
And i'm the wrong nigga to fuck with

"one-and-two, ah-three-e-and-ah-four-and.."
"wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute"

[cube] drop a old school beat!

[verse three]
Like i said, it's a brand new payback
Now in '91, let's see who beats the jack
Sir jinx grew a little bit taller
(keep the wack beats out) true motherfuckin baller
And hoes can't roll on
Even bitches looking like en vogue gotta "hold on"
Don't let me catch daryl gates in traffic
I gotta have it, to peel his cap backwards
I hope he wear a vest too, and his best blue
Goin up against the zulu
Break his spine like a jellyfish
Kick his ass til i'm smellin shit
Off wit the head, off wit the head i say
And watch the devil start kickin
Run around like a chicken, grand dragon finger lickin
Yo, turn him over wit a spatula
Now we got, kentucky fried cracker
Mess with the cube, you get punked quick
Pig, cause i'm the wrong nigga to fuck with!

"last person in the world you wanna fuck with.." (predator 2 sample repeat 3x)

i wanna kill sam


"the army is the only way out for young, black
Teenagers.
We'll provide you with housing, we'll provide you
With education,
We'll provide you with everything you need to
Provide a life.
We'll help you to be the best soldier in the u.s.
Of a."

"'cause we do more before 7 a.m.
Than most niggers to their whole life time."

I'm coming, i'm coming, i'm coming, i'm coming.

Verse one:
I wanna kill him, 'cause he tried to play me like a
Trick,
But you see, i'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit.
I got the a to the motherfucking k, and it's ready
To rip,
Slapped in my banana clip.
And i'm looking,
Is he in watts, oakland, philly or brooklyn?
It seems like he got the whole country behind him,
So it's sort of hard to find him.
But when i do, gotta put my gat in his mouth,
Pump seventeen rounds make his brains hang out.
'cause the shit he did was un-called for,
Tried fuck a brother up the ass like a small whore.
And that shit ain't fly,
So now i'm setting up the ultimate drive-by.
And when you hear this shit,
It makes the world say damn, i wanna kill sam.

"momma, some man at the front door"
"uhm hi, i've got reasons to believe that someone
In this household
Has just turned eighteen, am i correct?"

Verse two:
This is why i wanna kill the punk,
'cause he tried to take a motherfucking chunk of
The funk.
He came to my house, i let 'em bail in,
'cause he said he was down with the l.m.
He gave up a little dat,
Then turned around, and pulled out a gat.
I knew it was a caper,
I said: "please don't kill my mother", so he raped
Her.
Tied me up, took me outside,
And i was thrown in a big truck.
And it was packed like sardines,
Pull of niggers who fell for the same scheme.
Took us to a place and made us work,
All day and we couldn't have shit to say.
Broke up the families forever,
And to this day black folks can't stick together,
And it's odd, broke us down, made us pray to his
God.
And when i think about it,
It makes me say damn, i wanna kill sam.

Verse three:
Now in '91, he wanna tax me,
I remember the son of a bitch used to axe me.
And hang me by a rope till my neck snapped,
Now the sneaky motherfucker wants to ban rap.
And put me on the dirt or concrete,
But god can see through a white sheet
'cause you're the devil in drag,
You can burn your cross while i burn your flag.
Try to give me the hiv,
So i can stop making babies like me.
And you're giving dope to my people chump,
Just wait till we get over that, huh.
'cause your ass is grass 'cause i'm a blast,
Can't bury rap, like your buried jazz.
'cause we stop being whores, stop doing floors,
So bitch you can fight your own wars.
So if you see a man in red, white and blue,
Getting chased by the lench mob crew.
It's a man who deserves to buckle,
I wanna kill sam 'cause he ain't my motherfucking
Uncle.

Verse one:

Could you tell me who released our animal instinct?
Got the white man sittin' there tickled pink.
Laughin' at us on the avenue
Bustin' caps at each other after havin' brew
We can't enjoy ourselves
Too busy jealous... of each other's wealth
Commin' up is just in me
But the black community is full of envy
Too much back-stabbin'
While i look up the street i see all the japs grabbin'
Every vacant lot in my neighborhood
Build a store, and sell their goods
To the county of sips (?)
You know us po niggas: nappy hair and big lips?
Four or five babies on your crotch
And you expect uncle sam to help us out?
We ain't nothin' but porchmonkeys
To the average bigot, redneck honky
You say comin' up is a must
But before we can come up, take a look at us

Verse two:

And all y'all dope-dealers...
Your as bad as the po-lice- cause ya kill us
You got rich when you started slangin' dope
But you ain't built us a supermarket
So when can spend our money with the blacks
Too busy buyin' gold an' caddilacs
That's what ya doin' with the money that ya raisin'
Exploitin' us like the caucasians did
For 400 years - i got 400 tears- for 400 peers
Died last year from gang-related crimes
That's why i got gang-related rhymes
But when i do a show ta kick some facts
Us blacks don't know how ta act
Sometimes i believe the hype, man
We're messin' up ourselves and blame the white man
But don't point the finger you jiggaboo
Take a look at yourself ya dumb nigga you
Pretty soon hip-hop won't be so nice
No ice cube, just vannilla ice
And yall sit and scream and cus
But there's no one ta blame- but us


Verse three:

Us ... will always sing the blues
'cause all we care about is hairstyles and tennis shoes
But if ya step on mine ya pushed a button
"cause i'll beat you down like it ain't nothin'
Just like a beast
But i'm the first nigga ta holler out {peace, black man}
I beat my wife and children to a pulp
When i get drunk and smoke dope
Got a bad heart condition
Still eat hog-mogs an' chitlin's
Bet my money on the dice and the horses
Jobless, so i'mma hoe for the armed forces
Go to church but they tease us
Wit' a picture of a blue-eyed jesus
They used to call me negro
After all this time i'm still bustin up the chiffarobe
No respect and ignored
And i'm havin' more babies than i really can afford
In jail 'cause i can't pay the mother
Held back in life because of my color
Now this is just a little summary
Of us, but yall think it's dumb of me
To put a mirror to ya face, but trust
Nobody gives a fuck about...

* send all corrections to mrmaj@juno.com

Ice cube:
Here's another day at the stoplight
I'm lookin in my mirror so i can see who can see me
South central is puttin ice cube to the test
With four brothas in the ss
I can't go around and can't back up
So i gotta peep game layin in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since i'm never ever slippin i fully strapped
I grab my gat out the glove
Now, do these fools got a problem with me?
Or do they got love?
So when the light turns green, i don't bone out
I wanna see what these black men are all about
Cuz if it's my time, i'm just short
If not, i'm pluggin they super sport
First they get behind my ride...
Then they switch lanes to the left side
I'm scopin out the one smokin indo
Comin up fast, rollin down his window
He threw up a sign, i put away my nine
Fool, cuz i'm color blind

Threat:
Killa cali, the state where they kill
Over colors cuz brothas don't know the deal
And they'll cap you, not if they have to
But if they want to, first they might confront you
But every nigga on my block can't stop
And he won't and he don't stop
Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gangbang
And rookies ain't the only ones that drop
Some say the little locs are gettin a little too loc'ed
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
Say the wrong word
Then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird
Bust a u-turn, come back and get served nigga
For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get
But wearin the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth split
It's a shame, but it ain't no thang to me
Cuz i slang these thangs like a g
It's on, is anybody killin for the summertime
I gotta get another nine, even though i'm colorblind

Kam:
I'm fresh outta county on bail
And no sooner do i get out, seems like i'm right back in jail
For some gang related activity
Cuz everyday, different fools try to get with me
For no more than a color, or territory
Can't rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story
So what's left, the judge goes deaf
When you try to tell your side
And you ain't blue eyed
Boy you better duck cuz the book is comin'
And just hand your car keys over to your woman
Because it aint no sunshine where you headed
And the shit'll drive you crazy if you let it
But now, i got time to think
Because they hit me with everything but the kitchen sink
And i ain't even shed a tear
Cuz believe it or not, they got more love for me here
Now picture that, but on a black and white photograph
Cuz brothas, you don't know the half
On the streets i was damn near outta my mind
But ever since i've been down
I'm colorblind

Wc:
Now here's the game plan, yo, at a quarter to nine
I was told to peel a cap on the other side
Yo, young and dumb, full of come up, a baby loc
I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain't no joke

Coolio:
Stable and able but i'm not ready and willin
Cuz i'm only 13 and i ain't never did a killin
Grabbed the a.k. and jumped in the g ride
Started up the bucket and headed for the other side

Wc:
Yo, spotted the enemies, now i'm on a creep tip
Hit the 5 dollar stick and i i put in my clip

Coolio:
So, i jumped out the car and no matter what the cost
I had my mind set on sendin niggaz to harrison ross

Wc:
Caught one from the back and i looked in eyes
Thinkin should i peel his cap, or should i let him survive
Yo, i'm trapped in the plan designed by another side

Coolio:
I ain't contributin to genocide (why?)
Cuz i'm colorblind

King tee:
Niggaz in the hood ain't changed
And i've finally figure out that we're not in the same gang
Cuz, i walk the alleys of compton with nowhere to turn
Every which way i get burned baby
Lou wears blue, big fred wears red
Put 'em together and we color 'em dead
Dead, dyin, gettin smoked like part of the fun
They get smoked just to show how many come to the funeral

J-dee(lench mob):
I understand how all my homeboys feel
Cuz i was shot and to this day, i pack my steel
Cuz i was born in a certain territory
Where you don't talk only the streets tell stories
With blue and red bandanas on the street
And if you slippin, you'll be six feet deep
Cuz me and t-bone, we pay it no mind
And for the rest of the mob, we stay color blind. . .

<o'shea! o'shea!
Get your ass in here, boy
You hear me calling you?
O'shea!>

When i was young i used to hang with the seventh graders
Little bad motherfucker playing space invaders
Fucking with the girls in the fourth grade
Either feeling on they butts or pulling on they braids
Walking with the schoolhouse bully
By doing that, i had a lot of pull, g
Cheating on tests, making a mess
Cussing like a sailor at recess
It must a been a half moon
Cause you'll catch me running out the little girls' bathroom
Chewing on good and plenties
Got my gamble on at lunch pitching pennies
Yo i was living like the class clown
Pulling all the hokes, making all the jokes man
When you young it's hard to see
That it's wrong throwing rocks at the rtd
Popping out your window with a bb gun
Better yet knocking on your door and run
Playing hide-and-go-get-it for a little stank
Even though i was still shooting blanks
As soon as the dark hit
I was stealing candy out the corner market
Until i got my ass whipped
Cause i was ten years old, doing dumb shit

Thirteen, that's how old i was
When my jimmy started getting a little peach fuzz
And i was looking at any butt and ass
Me and my homies started cutting class
Going up to the high school
Looking for any bitch i could lie to
Tell em i was older than i really was
Smoked my first joint and got really buzzed
That's what a mack's made of
But when i got my first piece of pussy i fell in love
Hard as a rock the long way
And then i put the rubber on the wrong way
But i still gotta have it
Overexcited and fucking like a jackrabbit
Goddamn i was hot
A virgin but i still knew how to lay pipe
Even though the hoe worked me
I still knocked the boots from here to albuquerque
Then the shit got strange money
I started shaking and jimmy felt funny
Then the nut came gushing
I jumped up got dressed and start pushing
Cause i thought the bitch broke my dick
Cause i was still young doing dumb shit

At 17 got my first volkswagon
And mastered the life-long art of dragging
To the women in college
Hung out with the og's and got some street knowledge
Breaking in cars and all that
Hitting punk fools with a baseball bat
Fucking at a real fast rate
Til they said that i might not graduate
Then i said fuck the dumb shit
Cause pops'll fuck me up quick
If things continued
So i start rapping about shit i been through
And i got real good
Now i look at all the kids in the neighborhood
Trying to be baby macks
Doing shit that i did seven years back
Going through a stage
But before they can grow up they on the front page
And they mommas is having a fit
Cause they died young doing dumb shi

Verse one:
Here's another topic i'm addressing,
So learn a quick lesson, about your smith and wesson.
Sit your ass back and comprehend,
As i let you know about man's best friend.
Now remember, it used to be a dog like lassie,
But now in '91 it's a gun if you ask me.
Just like a jimmy hat's used for protection,
I use my nine when suckers start to flexin'
'cause if you run up and try to play mine,
I rather have a ak than a fucking k9.
'cause if you shot your gun and my dog tries to fetch ya,
Me and the dog's going out on a stretcher.
And i ain't with that, so i gotta get that
Big black gat, aim and i hit that.
Forget about a dog fool, he'll shit in the pool,
Nowadays, a gat is man's best friend.

Man's best friend

Verse two:
Here is the reason why ice cube's packed,
Just in case the little punks try to jack.
I can't put a motherfucking pitbull under a coat,
And a small on my back.
So i gotta take my beret off, and i betcha
It'll probably work a 100 percent better.
'cause it'll keep me out of danger,
With sixteen in the clip and one in the chamber.
So this goes to all y'all intruders,
Beware of the owner, 'cause the owner is a shooter.
I don't just wanna give your ass rabies,
I rather have your ass pushing up daisies.
And i can't do that with benji,
Rin tin tin, or spuds mckenzie
Forget about a dog fool, he'll shit in the pool,
Nowadays, a gat is man's best friend.

"just don't let me see you shoot no dogs"
"hey, i got shots fired here, send me another unit"
"the profile of a typical american gun owner is this:
Over thirty, white, male, middle class" --> peter jennings
"take that motherfuckers"

(c'mon g)
[jd] police, eat a dick straight up
Look here you little god damn nigger, your not gafflin nobody
You fuckin understand me
(kick his ass)
That's right, get down on the god damn ground now
Fuckin move now
(let me take a shot at him)
We're gonna do you like king
[jd] what god damn king
Rodney king, martin luther king
And all the other god damn king's from africa
[jd] look out motherfucker
*gun shots*

[ice cube]
God damn, the bigger the cap the bigger the peelin
And when dealin with the lench mob you gots to know
Steady mobbin is not just the name of this jam, but a way of life
Bound together by motherfuckers that's known
To break em off somethin, give it to me

Four or five niggaz in a mothership
Better known as a goose and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin to get our hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin up the rollers
Comin up short of the green guys
And i might start slangin bean pies
Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month
With "u can't touch this" on the front
I'm bout to get rich
Cause life ain't nuttin but money and fuck a bitch
They drop like dominoes
And if you didn't know, ice cube got drama hoes
So after the screwin
I bust a nut and get up and put on my white ewings
I'm out the do'
All you might get is a rubber on the floor
Cause i'm ready to hit the road like mario andretti
Bitch, cause i'm steady mobbin

Bustin caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
Cause i'm gettin major
Fuck pac tel, move to sky pager
Told all my friends
Don't drink 8 ball, cause st. ide's is givin ends
Fools get drunk and wanna compete
Slapboxin in the street
Niggaz get mad, tempers are flarin
Cause they got a few bitches starin
Just for the nappy heads
But scandalous bitches, make for happy feds
I'm making my duty to cuss em
Out, cause i just don't trust em
And if you tell on me i'm bombin on betty
Bitch shoulda known i was steady mobbin

Since one-time so hot
Got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the glock
And i'm rollin on rims
Eating soul food, and neckbones from m&m's
Grumblin like a motherfucker
Greasy-ass lips, now i gots to take a shit
Saw sir jinx bailin'
When i hit a lefton ruth ellon, 'whattup loc?'
Don't you know that niggaz get smoked
That take they life for a joke, get in nigga
I take you to the pad zoom
Went to mom's house and dropped a load in the bathroom
Jumped back in my low rider
Comin out feelin about ten pounds lighter
Went to bone's house so i can get the gat
Looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at
Lench mob ain't nuttin but tramps
But hoes lickin us like stamps
One fool brought the music for the yams
But ice cube had more amps, get in bitch
Cause i had the jam on
And i don't want to hear shit about a tampon
Give me the nappy and make me happy
The hoe said 'pappy could you slap me
On the ass hard and fast
And could please try not to leave a gash?'
I said yeah, but i don't play sex
When i'm putting on the latex
Slipped on the condom
Fucked around and dropped the bomb son
And it came out sort of like confetti
In for the night, no longer steady mobbin

Your daughter was a nice girl, now she's a slut.
A queen treatin' niggas just like king tut.
Gobbin' up nuts, sorta like a hummingbird,
Suckin' up the lench mob crew, and i'm comin' third.
Used to get straight-as, now she's just skippin' class.
Oh my, do i love to grip the hips and ass.
Only 17, with a lot of practice on black boys' jimmys and white boy's cactus.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, but i gotta be brief:
A lotta niggas like bustin' nuts in her teeth.
Drink it up, drink it up, even though she's catholic,
That don't mean shit, cuz she's givin' up the ass quick.
Quicker than you can say "candy", the bitch is on my snicker...and oh man she
Can take on three men built like he-men;
Her little-bitty twat got gallons of semen.
Fourteen niggas in line ready to bang your
Pride-and-joy, i mean daddy's little angel.
Tell the bitch to get her ass out the house,
Cuz your daughter's known for givin' up the nappy dugout.

Chorus, 2x: i got a big old ding-a-ling, and if that bitch remains,
I'm gonna do my thing, with your dauuuughter!

Mister, mister, before you make me go,
I'm here to let you know your little girl is a hoe.
Nympho, nympho, boy is she bad; get her all alone and out come the kneepads.
I know she's a minor and it is illegal,
But the bitch is worse than vanessa del rio.
And if you decide to call rape, we got the little hooker on tape, now:
Tell the fuckin' slut to please hurry up,
And wear that dress that's tight on her butt,
So i can finger-fuck on the way to the bed,
Been in so many rooms, she got a dot on her forehead.
Face turnin' red from grabbin' them ankles.
Fuck and get up is how i do them stank-hoes.
You should hear how she sounds with a cock in her,
Boots get knocked from here to czechoslovakia.
Two on top, one on the bottom;
First nigga got the boots, man, you shoulda shot 'im.
Cuz after i got 'em it was over. now niggas get lucky like a four-leaf clover.
On daddy's little girl.
She keeps nuts in her mouth like the bitch was a squirrel.
So tell sheryl to bring her ass home,
Cuz the line at my house is gettin' loooooooong, and....

Chorus
("givin' up the nappy, givin' up the nappy....")