Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg - A Nigga Witta Gun lyrics

"Fuck wit Dre Day
(And Everybody's Celebratin') " plays
Yeah, nigga, what's up with all that
Motherfuckin' shit you was talkin', nigga?
(Hey, why you trippin'?)
Huh? (Hey Dre, why you trippin', why you trippin'?)
Fuck that, nigga, what's up with all
That shit you was talkin', nigga?
(I ain't say nothing, why you trippin'?)
You're a motherfuckin' liar, nigga
That was you (Nah, that wasn't me)
That was you, nigga (That wasn't me) , hey
Hey, check this out, motherfucker
What's wrong, nigga? (It wasn't)
You can't talk with a gun in your mouth?
(Nah, it wasn't me, Dre)
You can't talk with a gun in your mouth?
(It wasn't me)
Listen up, nigga, you know Lucifer? (Nah)
Well, you're about to meet him, motherfucker



Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun

Forty-four reasons come to mind
Why a motherfuckin' brother is hard to find
He been walking on the streets
And fuckin' with mine
Stupid punk can't fuck with a mastermind
See, I never take a step on a Compton block
Or LA without the AK ready to pop
'Cause them punk motherfuckers in
Black and white
Ain't the only motherfuckers I gots to fight
I think it's better to be tellin'
The facts than cuffed up
And jacked and fucked up
What you niggas looking at? You going
"Goddamn!" 'Cause it's the city
And for you to survive
A nigga gotta be a gangsta
And I'm a nigga you can't remove
Took out a lot of motherfuckers
For tryin' to prove
To they homies that they can
Hang by dealin' with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
'Cause I relax, sit back, do a job and jet
Yo, I know you understand my flow
So here we go, and Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know

Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun

D-R-E, a motherfucker who's known
For carrying gats
And kick raps that make snaps, adapts to
Any environment that I'm located at
If you see me on the solo
Move believe that I'm strapped
Four-four, tray-eight or AK-47
'Cause slowly but surely send you
On a stairway to heaven
Just put my finger on the
Trigger and pull back
And lay a punk motherfucker flat
As he wonder what popped before he got popped
I told you I was Dre and
You know it don't stop
Now I know you understand my flow
So here we go, and Death Row
Come let a motherfucker know

Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun

I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, yeah
I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, yeah

I breaks 'em off
But I ain't speaking about between the thighs
I'm talking about cocking a gauge
In between your eyes
It'll make you drop to your
Knees 'cause you realize
That a gat'll make any nigga civilized
Old buster-ass nigga talking bullshit
Don't know that I'm the wrong
Nigga to fuck with
Get lit or hit up by the doctor
A nigga that breaks 'em off properly
Real G so don't doubt it
I'm the one who's doin' it while
These other niggas talk about it
And if motherfuckers come at me wrong
I straight put my forty-four Desert
Eagle to his motherfuckin' dome
And show him why they call
Me the notorious one
The name is Dre Eastwood when
I'm packing a gun you don't believe me
Well step up and give it a try
And if you die, you's a buster
'cause real niggas don't die
But some still don't hear me, though
You're too near me not to hear me, nigga, yo
So now you know

Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun