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Right about now, nwa court is in full effect.
Judge dre presiding in the case of nwa versus the police department.
Prosecuting attourneys are mc ren, ice cube, and eazy muthafuckin e.
Order, order, order. ice cube, take the muthafuckin stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
And nothin but the truth so help your black ass?
<you're goddamn right!>
Why don't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?

Fuck tha police
Comin straight from the underground
Young nigga got it bad cuz i'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority

Fuck that shit, cuz i ain't tha one
For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell

Fuckin with me cuz i'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin my car, lookin for the product
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics

You'd rather see me in the pen
Then me and lorenzo rollin in the benzo
Beat tha police outta shape
And when i'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still can't swallow bread and water

I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down and grabbin his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin out for the white cop

Ice cube will swarm
On any muthafucka in a blue uniform
Just cuz i'm from the cpt, punk police are afraid of me
A young nigga on a warpath
And when i'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin in la
Yo dre, i got somethin to say

Fuck the police (4x)

<example of scene one:
<pull your goddamn ass over right now.>
<ah shit, what the fuck you pullin me over for?>
<cuz i feel like it. just sit your ass on the curb and shut the fuck up.>
<man, fuck this shit.>
<alright smartass, i'm takin' your black ass to jail.>
M. c. ren, will you please give your testimony to the jury about this fucked up incident.>

Fuck tha police and ren said it with authority
Because the niggaz on the street is a majority.
A gang, is with whoever i'm stepping
And the motherfuckin' weapon
Is kept in a stash box, for the so-called law
Wishin' ren was a nigga that they never saw

Lights start flashin behind me
But they're scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me
But that shit don't work, i just laugh
Because it gives em a hint not to step in my path

To the police i'm sayin fuck you punk
Readin my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pullin out a silly club, so you stand
With a fake assed badge and a gun in your hand

But take off the gun so you can see what's up
And we'll go at it punk, i'ma fuck you up

Make ya think i'm a kick your ass
But drop your gat, and ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
But i'm a smoke em now, and not next time

Smoke any muthafucka that sweats me
Or any assho that threatens me
I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin out a cop or two, they can't cope with me

The muthafuckin villian that's mad
With potential to get bad as fuck
So i'm a turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
Ya, somethin like that, but it all depends on the size of the gat

Takin out a police would make my day
But a nigga like ren don't give a fuck to say

Fuck the police (4x)

<yo, man, what you need?
Police, open now. we have a warrant for eazy-e's arrest.
Get down and put your hands up where i can see em.
Just shut the fuck up and get your muthafuckin ass on the floor.
[huh?]>

<yo eazy-e, why don't you step up to the stand
And tell the jury how you feel abou this bullshit.>

I'm tired of the muthafuckin jackin
Sweatin my gang while i'm chillin in the shackin
Shining tha light in my face, and for what
Maybe it's because i kick so much butt

I kick ass, or maybe cuz i blast
On a stupid assed nigga when i'm playin with the trigga
Of any uzi or an ak
Cuz the police always got somethin stupid to say

They put up my picture with silence
Cuz my identity by itself causes violence
The e with the criminal behavior
Yeah, i'm a gansta, but still i got flavor

Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucka in a uniform waitin to get shot,
By me, or another nigga.
And with a gat it don't matter if he's smarter or bigger
[mc ren: sidle him, kid, he's from the old school, fool]

And as you all know, e's here to rule
Whenever i'm rollin, keep lookin in the mirror
And there's no cue, yo, so i can hear a
Dumb muthafucka with a gun

And if i'm rollin off the 8, he'll be tha one
That i take out, and then get away
And while i'm drivin off laughin
This is what i'll say

Fuck the police (4x)

<the verdict.
The jury has found you guilty of bein a redneck,
Whitebread, chickenshit muthafucka.
Wait, that's a lie. that's a goddamn lie.
I want justice! i want justice!
Fuck you, you black muthafucka!>

Fuck the police (3x)

Yo, man... there's a lot of brothers out there flakin' and perpetratin
But scared to kick reality.
Man, you've been doing all this dope producing.
You had a chance to show 'em what time it is...
So, what you want me to do?
Express yourself...

I'm expressin' with my full capabilities,
And now i'm livin' in correctional facilities,
Cause some don't agree with how i do this.
I get straight, meditate like a buddhist
I'm droppin' flava, my behaviour is heriditery,
But my technique is very necessary.
Blame it on ice cube... because he says it gets funky
When you got a subject and a predacit.
Add it on a dope beat
And that'll make you think.
Some suckaz just tickle me pink
To my stomache. 'cause they don't flow like this one.
You know what? i won't hesitate to dis one
Or two before i'm through.
So don't try to sing this!
Some drop science
While i'm droppin' english.
Even if yella
Makes it a-capella
I still express, yo, i don't smoke weed or a sess.
Cause its known to give a brother brain damage.
And brain damage on the mic don't manage
Nuthin'
But makin' a sucker and you equal.
Don't be another sequel...

Express yourself...
Express yourself...
Come on and do it...

Express yourself...
Express yourself...
Come on and do it...

Now, gettin' back to the pg.
That's program, and it's easy.
Dre is back. newjacks, i mean hollow,
Expressin' ain't their subject
Because they like to follow
The words, the style, the trend,
The records i spin.
Again and again and again
Yo, you on the other end.
Whatch a brother playin' dope rhymes with no help.
There's no fessin' and guessin'
While i'm expressin myself.
It's crazy to see people be
What society wants them to be. but not me!
Ruthless...
Is the way to go
They know.
Others say rhymes that fail
To be original.
Or they kill where the hiphop starts,
Forget about the ghetto
And rap for the pop charts.
Some musicians curse at home
But scared to use profanity
When up on the microphone.
Yeah, they want reality.
But you won't hear none.
They rather exaggerate, a little fiction.
Some say no to drugs and take a stand,
But after the show they go lookin' for the dopeman.
Or they ban my group from the radio.
Hear nwa and say "hell no!".
But you know it ain't all about wealth.
As long as you make a note to...

Express yourself...
Express yourself...
Come on and do it...

Express yourself...
Express yourself...
Come on and do it...

Express yourself...
From the heart.
Cause if you wanna start to move up the chart
Then expression is a big part of it.
You ain't efficient when you flow
You ain't swift, movin' like a tortoise.
Full of rigor mortis.
There's a little bit more to show
I got rhymes in my mind, and better like an embryo.
Or a lesson - all of 'em expression
And if you start fessin' -
I got a smith and wessun
For you.
I might ignore your record
Because it has no bottom.
I get loose in the summer. when in spring and autumn
It's dre on the mic, gettin' physical.
Doin' the job
Nwa is the lynch mob!
Yes, i'm a cob?
But you know you need this.
And the knowledge is growin'
Just like a foetus, or a tumor.
But here's the rumor:
Dre is in the neighborhood
And he's up to no good.
When i start expressin' myself,
Yella, slam it!
Cause if i stay funky like this i'm doin' damage.
Or i'mma be too hyped,
And need a straight jacket.
I got knowledge and other suckaers lack it.
So, when you see dre, a dj on the mic,
Ask what it's like.
It's like we gettin' hype tonight.
Cause if i strike
It ain't for your good health.
But i won't strike if you just...

Express yourself...
Express yourself...
Come on and do it...

Express yourself...
Express yourself...
Come on and do it...

Express yourself...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...

real niggaz don't die


I'm a muthafuking nigga wit an attitude(4x)

(dr dre)

I got a case of spitting in a muthafukers face
So me and my ace we got a taste
Of a muthafukers billy club he took his gun and
Put it to my head and said nigga start running
So tell me what's the next episode
Is he crazy, does he want to chase me and waste me
I thought run nigga run but i caught myself
Because my secondary thought was death
I get hit hard real but still muthafuker said
I want another black muthafuker dead
Niggaz ain't good for shit for me
'cause this is a race fo second class
So get your ass up against the wall bitch
And then he tried
They jumped me but the punk became a victim of a
Walkby
Fuking wit dre, you can't afford to be an asshole
It's just another way to let you know
I never said, i never said, i never said a buck
Can't fuck wit me
Real muthafuking g (got that)
Straight from the streets of the cpt
Telling you why real niggaz don't die

(chorus)
I just want to celebrate (2x)

(mc ren)

Real niggaz don't die 'cause they eventually
Multiply
The niggaz i'm with, they take an eye for an eye
Because the times are so wrong, got to stay so
Strong
Niggaz got to keep going on and on
And don't let no pail face, they throw your ass in
A snail race
Have your residents occupying a jail space
That's what they want to do 'cause the system is
Fuked around
I try to let you know what the record it's
Underground
They don't give a fuk about a nigga
They would rather pull the trigger
And have you in front of a barrel smiling saying
Cheese
So nigga get smart and rebel back
I'm not wit that black just so i'm not gonna nail
That
All i see is niggaz getting harrass
We can't do nothing about it but get a foot in they
Ass
Yo, but a very nigga grabbed a nine
And started shooting muthafukers, it would put them
In line
And that's how it's suppose to be
When the pussy ass niggas try to fuk wit me
Yo because it's useless to try
To kill a nigga cause nigga a muthafuking real
Nigga don't die

Chorus

I'm a muthafuking nigga wit an attitude

(eazy-e)

Only the good die young, so they make me young and
Bad
Putting ass kickings on the niggaz that never had
So i guess that makes me tough shit
Straight up gangsta, wrong nigga to fuk wit
So how can a nigga die when he's causing the
Bloodshed
By shooting muthafukas in the head
Trying to make a nigga extinct because they fear me
But never want to hear me
So i'm a let 'em know how a nigga's living
Checking for muthafukas cause nobody ain't giving a
Damn thing
To a nigga, a real nigga
So i'm living by the muthafuking trigger
Cause a nigga ain't afraid of being locked up
I'm out of luck, so why should i give a fuk
But they still want to try
To kill a nigga like me but muthafuking real niggaz
Don't die

Chorus

[mc ren:]
Ren is the villain and you're just an hostage
So whenever i'm steppin cover your head like an ostrich
Groupies been waitin for this, suckers been hatin for this
You know why ? because so many are relatin to this
Jealous is how they feel it intentionally
But they start to love it becoz i made it eventually
Pumpin the music i keep the music like pumpin
Coz ren ain't in here for nuthin, i keep the average crowd jumpin
Yo, you know the color, the villain's in black
Always down to make noise, and attack
So you better get back unless you wanna come with it
And make your face like a target and close your eyes when i hit it
You're screamin with fear but it's with fear that you're screamin
You're wakin up in a sweat coz ren is givin bad dreams and
I'm not schemin, i'm just tellin the facts
That's how it is when n.w.a. starts to jack
So brothers that wanna scrap with me
That sweezin and sneezin will have to lap with me
Especially beggin to write some lyrics with me
I just snatch your girl to take a nap with me
Coz when it comes to ren there's no comparison
And if you try to be me, it's quite embarassin
But i understand coz you're mentally slow
Coz i can tell from the jump you're too nervous to go

If it aint' ruff it ain't me (scratch)
[tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack]
If it ain't ruff it ain't me (scratch)
Lemme bust a freestyle here [allright then]

I can tell that you're afraid to fight me
Simple because you lost the crowd and they had to invite me
Becoz you're sweat as a puddle but there's a puddle o' sweat
I'm a threath, so get a cold rag and wipe your neck
And clean the dirt off your face that calls acne
It's ridiculous thinkin that you can jack me
This is the round where the punch will go
Until ya a g-a-t that's known as a flow
I'm makin a point but it's a point that i'm makin
Like, see, i'm hatin the fakin i keep the suckers like shakin
Scared to speak with a tongue and they're chozen
The sound of my voice in their ear and they're frozen
This is a battle to the death, it's like the [?? same ol' ??]
Against a brother on a tip, with [??]
Givin a pain but it's with pain that i'm givin
But i'm comparin and tearin'em but i'm makin a livin
With the hype of a 9 volt battery
And the odds for me to conquer is averagely good
Meanin i'm a flow
I'm from the streets so, yo, i'm ready to go

If it ain't ruff it ain't me [yo ren]
[tha gangsta's black and he's about to attack]
If it ain't ruff it ain't me
[man whatcha gonna do now ?] [get funky]

The 'do not disturb' sign is in effect
While i'm thinkin of a fool to select
To give the victim the verdict so for the verdict a victim
Slammin my vocals on a dance with the rest then i kick them
Tell'em they're guilty, and beep out the bailer
And get a new track o' drums so i can play with
Percussion; pumpin it loud when i perform
Yo, you wanna play in my game, put on a uniform
It ain't a rule in the book you have to go by
Hey, coz when it comes to cheatin yo you should know i
For fear in the hearts coz it's the hearts full of fear
Coz what you hear in your ear is something funky and clear
The hump was incredible yo but ren he was super
But now i'm ruthless, a civilian and not a trooper
But a soldier with a top rankin
Givin dope material, the hell with the gankin
So play like an airplane and just jet
And keep your blood pressure low coz i'm a [??], if not
I'm afraid of the show
That you're a sucker and you're too nervous to go

If it ain't ruff it ain't me [yo ren]
[the gangsta's black and he's about to attack]
If it ain't ruff it ain't me [yo ren]
[the gangsta's black] if it ain't ... if it ain't
(scratching)

Intro:

And why do we call ourself 'niggaz 4 life'.
'cause if we die we still gon' be some dead niggas.

"you don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?"
"we haven't spotted them yet."
"but they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity."

[mc ren]
A 100 miles and runnin'.
Mc ren, i hold the gun and
You want me to kill a mutherfucker and it's done in.
Since i'm stereotyped to kill and destruct -
Is one of the main reasons i don't give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'cause i freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, i mean street-brothers.
Now wearin' my dyes, 'cause i'm not stupid, mutherfuckers.
They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past.
Point blank - they can kizz my black azz.
I didn't stutter when i said "fuck tha police".
'cause it's hard for a nigga to get peace.
Now it's broken and can't be fixed.
'cause police and little black niggers don't mix so
Now i'm creepin' through the fall.
Runnin' like a team. well, see, i might have slayed y'all.
So for now pack the gun and
Hold it in the air.
'cause mc ren has a 100 miles of runnin'...

"into this news. four fugitives are on the run."
"fbi sources tell us that the four are headed"
"100 miles to their homebase, compton."

[eazy e]
Lend me a mutherfuckin' ear.
So i can tell you why...

[dr. dre]
Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the homebase.
With a steady pace on the face that just we raced.
The road ahead goes on and on.
The shit is gettin' longer than the mutherfuckin' marathon.
Runnin' on but never runnin' out.
Stayin' wired and if i get tired, i can still try out.
Hitchhikin' if that's what it gotta do.
But nobody's pickin' up a nigga witta attitude.
Confused...
Yo, but dre's a nigga with nuthin' to lose.
One of the few who's been accused and abused
Of the crime of poisonin' young minds.
But you don't know shit til you been in my shoes.
And dre is back from the c-p-t.
Droppin' some shit that's d-o-p-e.
So fuck the p-o-l-i-c-e!
And any mutherfucker that disagrees.
Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass.
'cause i'm a nigga known for havin' a notorious past.
My mind was slick - my temper was too quick.
Now the fbi's all over my dick.

[eazy e]
Got us tick and runnin' just to find the gun that started the clock.
That's when the e jumped off the startin' block.
A 100 miles from home and ,yo, it's a long stretch.
A little sprintin' mutherfucker that they won't catch.
Yeah, back to compton again.
Yo, it's either that or the federal pen.
'cause niggas been runnin' since beginning of time.
Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my mutherfuckin' mind.
Runnin' like i just don't care.
Compton's 50 miles but , yo, i'mma get there.
Archin' my back and on a straight rough.
Just like carl lewis i'm ballin' the fuck out.
>from city to city i'm a menace as i pass by.
Rippin' up shit just so you can remember i'm
A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin'
Straight at yo ass.
A 100 miles and runnin'...

Interlude:

This one goes out to the four brothers from compton.
You're almost there, but the fbi has a little message for you:
"nowhere to run to, baby. nowhere to hide."
Good luck brothers.

[mc ren]
Runnin' like a nigga i hate to lose.
Show me on the news but i hate to be abused.
I know it was a set-up.
So now i'm gonna get up.
Even if the fbi wants me to shut up.
But i've got 10 000 niggas strong.
They got everybody singin' my "fuck tha police" song.
And while they treat my group like dirt,
Their whole fuckin' family is wearin' our t-shirts.
So i'mma run til i can't run no more.
'cause it's time for mc ren to settle the score.
I got a urge to kick down doors.
At my grave like a slave even if the ren calls.

[dr. dre]
Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'.
Dick-tricklin' at the sunny mutherfucker's are ridin'.
Started with five and, yo, one couldn't take it.
So now there's four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it.
The number's even - now i'm leavin'.
We're never gettin' took by a bitch with a weave in.
Her and the troops are right behind me.
But they're so fuckin' stupid, they'll never find me.

[eazy e]
One more mile to go through the dark streets.
Runnin' like a mutherfucker on my own two feet.
But you know i never stumble or lag last.
I'm almost home so i better haul ass.
Tearin' up everything in sight.
It's a little crazy mutherfucker dodging the searchlight.
Now that chase, the shit, is done and
Four mutherfuckers goin' crazy with
A 100 miles of runnin'!

Outro:

Stop! stop! stop! stop!
Surprise, niggas!

Ah yeah, right about now compton's in de mothafuckin' house [yeah do it do it]
Nwa's in full effect
Hey yo yella boy, kick me that funky-ass beat
Yeah, who's in de mothafuckin' house?
Compton's in the mothafuckin' house!
Yeah, compton's definetly in the house
Hey yo ren, what we're gonna do?

[mc ren]

To the people over here
To the people out there
To the people, the people, the people, people, the people, people
From everywhere watching the show
Paying top dolars because they know
When we're on the stage, we're in a mothafuckin' range
So dre, why don't you get the 12 guage [yeah]
And show 'em how eazy-duz-it
So if you punks wanna make somethin' of it
Step up, run up, get up, what's up sucker
You want some of this?
Then you're a stupid mothafucka!
Kickin' - like the kick from a kickdrum
Yella boy on the drum gettin' dumb
Programmin' - a beat that's hittin'
And if you listen then you know we're not bullshittin'
Dope - like a pound or a key
So shut de fuck up and listen to me
I make these killings
I got money to the ceiling [why's that?]
Cuz i'm a mothafuckin' ruthless villain
Mc ren - stamping any fool in my way
With some help from my homeboy dre

[dr. dre]

Now my name iz dre - de mothafuckin' doctor
Rippin' shit up [oh yeah] and here to rock ya
With some help from my homeboy e
The criminal of the ruthless posse
Fuckin' it up [word up] iz what we do
The reputation of the nwa crew
Gettin' busy because we're cold stampin'
And we're born and raised
And we're born and raised
And we're born and raised in compton

Speakin' of compton, it's makin' me sick [why?]
Everybody'z talkin' that crazy shit
Sayin' they were raised in the cpt [aha]
Just as i was, they try to be like me
Poppin' that shit, get the fuck out my face
Knowin' that they never even seen the place
Claimin' my city is my city they claim
Mothafuckaz we're about to put some salt in your game ..

Yeah i'm tired of these mothafuckerz runnin' around town, talkin' about
They're from compton and shit, tryin' to get on the bandwagon ..
Yeah dre, i know what you're sayin' man, but let's tell 'em who we're
Talkin' about ..

What do you call a crew that can rap like that ...?
Yo nwa call 'em mothafuckaz wack..
[yeah you know what time it iz, listen to why we call 'em wack]

They got a wacky wack record put o' wacky wack crews
Yo what about the lyrics?
That shit's wacky wack too
With a fucked up style and a fucked up show
Hey yo ren, what about the scratchin', is it def?
Fuck no!
The mothafuckin' record is a mothafuckin' wack
The mothafuckin' cracka jack needs to step the fuck back ...

Do you want some of this?
Hell no ..
Dre the mothafuckin' doctor
Well for the record it's ren and for the street it's villain
Dre the mothafuckin' doctor
Well for the record it's ren and for the street it's villain
Yella boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky-ass beats?
My boy .. my boy .. my boy ice cube
Yo we got my homeboy eazy e in de house
Won't you tell 'em what your name iz?

[mc ren]

Mc ren is the mothafuckin' coroner
I'm gettin' rid of mothafuckaz as if they was a foreigner
Show no crip to pretend when i'm seen
I punch you can block it but i'm a still get in
This ain't a tk yo in the first
But it's some shit from a nigga in black it's much worse
Then a beat from tyson cuz ren is not nice and
Your ass is better off just rollin' a dice and
Findin' you a number for luck
Cuz you all need it when you see i don't give a fuck
My identity, and the shit is gettin' shown
Without a video i'm still gettin' on
I'm at a show then my picture is takin'
One click of the flash and punk niggaz are breakin'
To the door, tryin' to join my fan club
Lipstickin' over one of my dubs
And it's the minimal scratch for the moment
Until i fuck up the so called opponet
That's standing in the zone of the twilight
Sayin' how in de fuck did he get mixed up in my fight
It was'nt a mistake, it was a set-up
So until i'm finished poppin' my lyrics you should shut up
And don't attempt to speak
Because it's bad enough you rollin' up shit quick
With a nigga like ren about the hit
Now lemme hear you mothafuckaz talk some more shit
I'm a bust your ass in your mouth,
Yo, unless you're sayin' "compton's in de house"

[dr. dre]

Who realy cares - about a sucker on a take off
Bust de move, we can have a shake n' bake-off
Me and you can go cuz i don't care yo
Rap fight or guerilla warfare
We can rumble, cuz when my lungs go in and out
I kick rhymes in a bundle to win about
Or scarier scaffle
I just muffle the eye position, there's no competition
Let 'em know that dre is gettin' stronger
Compton's in de house but now it's some' longer
I won't get set-up, shut up, i'm kinda fed up
You can say uncle and i still won't let up
Cuz dre is the mothafuckin' doctor
And if me and ren's on the mike it's like propaganda, no doubt
"boy you should've known by now" ..

Compton's in the house
Yeah, it's time to put compton on de map, don't ever think you can get it on
You stupid mothafuckaz!

Compton's in the house ..