Dr. Dre, Bushwick Bill, RBX, The Lady of Rage, Kurupt, Snoop Dogg - Stranded on Death Row lyrics

"Yes, it is I, " says me
And all who agree are more
Than three 'cause they're we, haha
Yes, yo, I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men
Who knows what evil lurks within them?
But let's take a travel down the blindside
And see what we find on this path called

Stranded on death row
So duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex
With fat tracks that fit's the gangsta type
What I recite's kinda lethal
Niggas know the flow that I kick
There's no equal i'm murderin' niggas, yo
And maybe because of the tone I kicks
When I grip the mic and kick
Shit niggas can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore and slam
'Nough respect like a sensei
Whoop ass like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim they bossin'
Why don't you bring your ass on
Over to Crenshaw and Slauson?
Take a walk through the hood where
We up to no good
Slangin' them things like a real OG should
I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so
When you're slippin', I slip the clip in
But ain't no set trippin'
'Cause it's Death Row, rollin' like the mafia
Think about whoopin' some ass
But what the fuck stoppin' ya?
Ain't nothin' but a buster
I'm stranded on death row for
Pumpin' slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you're outdone, feel the shotgun
Kurupt, inmate, cell block one

No prevention from this lynchin' of sorts
You're a victim from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light
It's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
When I kick a wicked rap
Dr dre will hit the scratch
With treachery, my literary form will blast
And totally surpass the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it many storms
When I'm vexed, I fight leg, necks, and arms
In this dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the tormentor
Deranged, like the Hillside Strangler
Emcee mangler, tough like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite
So what you wanna do?
The narrator RBX, cell block two

Rage, lyrical murderer
Stranded on death row and now I'm servin' a
Lifetime sentence, there'll be no repentance
Since it's the life that I choose to lead
I plead guilty on all counts
Let the ball bounce where it may
It's just another clip into my AK
Buck 'em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my mattress
Bed frame, there's another dead, bang
Laying lame, put to shame, who's to blame?
Me, the Lady of Rage, a woman comin'
From the D-E-A T-H and R-O W, takin' no shit
So flip and you're bound to get dropped
It's 1-8-7 on motherfuckers, don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust, there'll be no debate
It's Rage, from cell block H

Ayo, steppin' through the fog and
Creepin' through the smog
It's the number one nigga from the hood
Doggy Dogg
Making videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Bustin' raps for my snaps
Now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homie, little nigga
Warren G is my hand and
My hand's on the trigga
Shootin' at the hoes with the game that I got
Sent to death row 'cause I wanted to
Make a grip from servin' my rocks
And I'm still serving for mine
Peace to my motherfuckin' homies doing time
In the pen and the county jail
Mobbin' with your blues on, mad as hell
And you're sayin', "Fuck the police"
And all the homies on the
Streets is all about peace
And it's driving the cops crazy
But ain't nothin' but a black thing, baby
Uh, I'm not flaggin', but I'm just saggin'
I bet'cha don't wanna see the D-O double-G
And you can't see the D-R to the E
Or my motherfuckin' homie DOC
You know you can't fuck
With my motherfuckin' DJ
That's my homie and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you don't stop
Doggy Dogg break 'em down with
The motherfuckin' Dogg Pound
That's the only way we'll beat 'em, man
We gotta smoke 'em then choke
'em like the motherfuckin' Peterman
It's like three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four, peace, Doggy Dogg's done
Yo, now you know the path I'm on
You think you're strong?
See if you can travel on
'Cause only the weak will try to speak
Those who are quiet will always cause riots
There's three types of people in the world
Those who don't know what happened
Those who wonder what happened
And people like us from the
Streets that make things happen