N.W.A. - Real Niggaz Don't Die Lyrics

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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

Niggaz send them,niggaz send them, niggaz send them

Punk can't fuk 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 are wit it but taking out on I

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 cell race

Have you resident suck a pie in 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 running from barrels smiling saying geez

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 the shoes let the dry

To kill a nigga cause nigga a muthafuking real nigga don't die

 

Chorus

 

I'm a muthafuking nigga wit an attitude

 

(Eazy-E)

 

Oh let 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, bum 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

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N.W.A. - Real Niggaz Lyrics

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Ren:

Prisoner, like a hostage yo,

You should've covered your motherf**king head like an ostrich.

Deep in the dirt cause you'se a sucker,

And your ass up high so I can kick the motherf**ker.

Don't try to hang, you best avoid,

Cause my foot'll be so far up your ass you'll get hemorrhoids.

Before you try to f**k with Ren,

I'll put two in your ass, and you'll be shitting in size ten.

 

Dre:

First come, first serve,

Who else got the nerves, step up and give what you deserve.

From the word of a motherf**king hip-hop maniac,

Braniac, so what you oughta do is step the f**k back.

Now how the f**k you think a rapper lasts,

With your ass ain't shit, that is said in the past.

Yo, be original, your shit is sloppy,

Get off the dick, you motherf**king call-the-coppy.

 

Ren:

Falling deep in the drums, with many of styles,

That's one of the reasons a nigga ran a hundred miles.

Cheating and out, beating the crowd, I kept seating,

But weak motherf**kers biting off, and they kept eating.

Styles they got are full of bull, cause their vocals are local,

In nightclubs, and not getting paid in full.

They got the nerve to cuss,

Only reason niggaz picking your record is cause they thought is was us.

 

Dre:

Yo, give 'em what I gotta give, do 'em what I gotto do,

You don't care for me, so who gives a f**k about you.

You can't harm me, alarm me,

Cause we're the generals in this f**king hip-hop army.

The Niggaz With Attitudes if you didn't know,

We blow, flow, and didn't move slow from the get-go.

Yo, time for some taking,

Yo f**k this shit, Yella kick the break in.

 

(Aaaah!) It's the real thing,

You are now (real, real) niggaz! niggaz!

 

Ren:

You can run, but you can't hide, you know I'ma find ya,

Cause a nigga like Ren's only two steps behind ya.

Don't look back because you're shaking and all scared,

A nigga in black can be your scariest nightmare.

So sleep with the lights on, forget that the mic's on,

Don't step on the motherf**king stage with our nights on.

Don't see a psycho, and then you just might go,

Mentally f**ked up when I let the rifle blow.

Dre:

All these niggaz with the gibber-jabber,

But couldn't kill a fly with a motherf**king sledgehammer.

Gangsters in black are out there,

But only because, yo, it's the shit that we wear.

On my motherf**king dick,

But I'ma love it when you drop like a motherf**king brick.

So yo, step up, go to bed, cause if you're misled,

You'll get a motherf**king bullet in your forehead.

 

Eazy (Ren):

Black, the good, the bad, the ugly, see,

 

I love streetwise, nigga you know me.

Rolling with some real niggaz, playing for keeps,

But you motherf**kers know who run the streets.

With that hardcore, hip-hop, rap-shit,

(Now how much harder can another nigga get).

Trying to be like us, sound like us, drift like us,

(Ashes to ashes and dust to dust).

So nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, please,

Since you're on the dick why don't you drop to your knees.

Cause I'm a motherf**ker that's out to kill,

Eazy E, a nigga that's real.

 

Ren:

Real niggaz, straight off the streets of Compton.

Quick to getting your shit without a second thought.

And if your ass gets smoked, it's my bullet you caught.

So if you're talking shit about the niggaz in black,

Bow down to the kings, and raid a half.

They're played out, that's what niggaz were chatting,

One nigga left, and they said we ain't having it.

People thought we was finished and done with,

But if you think about it, yo, we really ain't done shit.

Catch, so cover your ears, and wipe off your tears,

And quit sniffing all over my dick for new ideas.

And when the new record comes, don't come like a f**king bum,

Asking for f**king money to buy you a f**king crumb.

You're on the dick so far, niggaz not one,

And when it comes to dicks, you don't even have one.

So braze yourself, to make sure you don't get f**ked up,

Cause if I let you slide, it's just cause you're locked up.

Don't come up my face again, because I'ma floor ya,

And if you're a bitch, I'ma f**king ignore ya.

Because my attitude's a little bigger,

Cause MC Ren is one of the real niggaz.

 

Dre:

Lost in the motherf**king world of madness, sadness,

But Dre is just a nigga that's glad it's

Sucker motherf**kers like you making whack jams,

Because it only you shows you how dope I am.

Never try to ignore us,

When I'm expressing, stand still like you're full of riggermortis.

Cause I'm a real nigga, but I guess you figure,

You could break me, take me, but watch me pull the trigger.

Dre is just a nigga with heart, a nigga that's smart,

A nigga that's paid to say what others are scared to play.

We started out with too much cargo,

So I'm glad we got rid of Benedict Arto.

Yo, N.W.A., criticized for what we say,

But I'ma do this shit anyway.

Cause I'm the motherf**king doctor, never faking,

Yo Yella, kick the motherf**king break in.

 

(Aaaah!) It's the real thing,

You are now (real, real) niggaz! niggaz!

(Aaaah!) Yeah motherf**ker, it's the real thing,

You are now (real, real) niggaz! niggaz!

 

Ren:

N.W.A., straight outta motherf**king Compton,

Taking over shit in all of the nineteen-nineties,

Yo, Dr. Dre, DJ Yella, Eazy E, and I am MC Ren, yo,

N.W.A. taking over this motherf**ker y'all...

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N.W.A. - Appetite For Destruction Lyrics

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Dr. Dre

I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood

Murder I heard her when she screamed the Drop! 'Cause the son caught the slug

Relate this to no choice

And listen to this straight up man before they ban the voice

While I ride to the rhythm of a pop

Remember the first nigga to run is the first to get shot

Whoever said that what I say is portrayed as negativity

Needs to come kick it in the city with me

And find the black and crack in fact

And take that shit back 'Cause they don't wanna fuck with that

There's too many niggaz to try to calm

If mothafuckers could get it, nobody would've fuck with it

Appetite for destruction -

For him to get a bit more shit he gotta commit -

Murder in the first degree a man slaughter

Takin' a life of his wife and young daughter

A whole city of bitches that look sucked up

And the niggaz is killing it's straight fucked up

Whoever saying what I'm saying for greed

The nine even when they're trying to feed my appetite for destruction

 

.. you guys know who I'm talking to ..

 

MC Ren

The Appetite is tremendous so I'm gonna spin this

Drop up some violence because they asked me to end this

Some trouble that I caught 'Cause I was noisy

A nigga tried to take advantage because of the kamikazi

He took took a swing from my hand thought I was faded

Start running for the door but the fucker never made it

The sound of the nine went BANG shot

And all over the wall was his mothafuckin' brain

'Cause I'm a nigga you can't sleep on

So set the alarm, 'Cause I hit like a mothafuckin' bomb

I do damage with the nine in my hand

But the average nigga that don't know me don't understand

I'm from the streets so therefore You know I don't care for

A sucker that ain't down with the real

Niggaz, the niggaz, the niggaz yo

And that's the way the shit gotta go and even so

Any time that the nine wanna leave

I got a .38 hidden up the sleeve

And it's ready to go to war 'Cause that's what it's here for

I shoot down a million niggaz and shoot one more

And that's the million and one They couldn't hang with the appetite

'Cause they wasn't rapping right

So I had to destroy whoever was standing in my presence

For fuckin' up the essence appetite for destruction

 

Cops putting hurt on your ass, man, you know, they really degrade you,

White folks don't believe that shit, don't believe in cops degrading you,

Oh come on, those beatings, those people resisting arrest!?

 

Easy E.

Check it out yo, in tha house yo

So I can show and flow and let the people know

So won't you ease on down to the yellow brick road to Compton

But first let me tell you somethin' -

I possess to 10 commandments of the Hip Hop thugster,

Known as the thief and murderer

First one I'mma die a nigga with an attitude

Gotta get respected breaking mothafuckin' necks

Second one Alwayz gotta fuck out of wedlock

I like it when the pussy goes snack, crackle and pop

Number three I'm a gangsta fanatic

I smoke any fools trying to cause some static

Number four Here's what's the score

A crazy-ass nigga, that remains hard core

Fifth one My killing's has just begun

I pull out my gun that will keep me on the run

Step six Hmmm, it's kinda tricky -

Can't forget that I'm mothafuckin' chicken shit

To the ones who tries to play the E -

By the time you get the seven you'll be 6 feet deep

Number eight Make no mistake,

Move real sneaky and you're bound to catch your prey

Ninth one I gotta be raw,

Fuck any brain once your man made law

Last but not least, I must be real -

Number ten is my appetite to k...

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N.W.A. - Express Yourself Lyrics

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Yo, man, there's a lot of brothers out there

Flakin' and perpetratin' who scared to kick reality

Yo, Dre, you been doin' all this dope producin'

You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is!

So watchu want me to do...?

 

I'm expressin' with my full capabilities

And now I'm livin' in correctional facilities

'Cause some don't agree wit how I do this

I get straight, and meditate, like a Buddhist

I'm droppin' flavour, my behavior is hereditary

But my technique is very necessary

Blame it on Ice Cube, because he said it get funky

When you got a subject and a predicate

Add it on a dope beat, and it'll make ya think

Some suckers just tickle me pink, to my stomach

'Cause they don't flow like this one

You know what, I won't hesitate to diss one or two before I'm through

So don't try to sing this

Some drop science, well I'm droppin' English

Even if Yella, makes it a cappella

I still express yo I don't smoke weed or sess

'Cause it's known to give a brother brain damage

And brain damage on the mic don't manage nuttin

But makin' a sucker and you equal

Don't be another sequel

 

Express yourself

Do it do...

Express yourself

Oh do it

 

Ice Cube, is not for the pop charts

So where should a brother like you start expressin' yourself?

My boy'll show you how! Yo Dre

Watup?

Drop English right about now

Gettin' back to the PG

That's program, and it's easy

Dre is back, New Jacks are made hollow

Expressin' niggers subject because they like to follow the words

The style, the trend, the records I spin

Again and again and again

Yo ya'll on the other end

Watch a brother bringin' dope rhymes, with no help

There's no fessin' or guessin' when I'm expressin' myself

It's crazy to see people be what society wants 'em to be,

But not me!

Ruthless, is the way togo, they know,

Others say rhymes that fail to be original,

Or they kill where the hip-hop starts,

Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts!

And those musicians, that cuss at home,

But scared to use profanity, when up on the microphone,

Yeh they want reality, but chu 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!

Oh they ban my group from the radio, 'here, NWA',

They say 'Hell no!'

But chu know it ain't all about wealth,

As long as you make a note to, express yourself!

 

Express Yourself!

Do it do...

Express Yourself!

Oh do it!

 

A lyricist, yo Dre is the name for it,

To make somethin' dope on a record that's what he came for,

Kickin' reality over stand us up,

But it's important to keep it in mind to Express Yourself!!

From the heart if you wanna start and move up the chart then

Expression is big part of it.

You ain't efficient when you flow, you ain't swift,

Movin' like a tortise, full o' rigor mortis!

There's a little bit more to show,

I got rhymes in my mind, embedded like a embryo.

A lesson, all bout expression,

And if you start fessin, i got a smith n weston for ya!

I might ignore you're record, because it has no bottom,

I get loose in the summer, winter, spring and autumn.

It's Dre on the mic gettin physical,

Doin the job, NWA is the lynch mob!

Yes i'm macabre, but chu know you need this,

And the night i just gone, just like a fetus,

Or tumor, heres the rumour, Dre's in the neighbourhood and he's up to no good!

When i start expressin myself, Yella slam me,

Cause if i stay funky like dis, I'm doin damage!

Or I'ma be too hype, and need a straightjacket,

I got knowledge, and other suckers 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!

Do it do...

Express Yourself!

Oh do it!

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N.W.A. - Gangsta Gangsta Lyrics

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Verse One: Ice Cube

 

Here's a little somethin' bout a nigga like me

Never shoulda been let out the penititary

Ice Cube would like ta say

That I'm a crazy mutha fucka from around the way

Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out

Now I'm the mutha fucka that ya read about

Takin' a life or two

That's what the hell I do, you don't like how I'm livin

Well fuck you!

This is a gang, and I'm in it

My man Dre'll fuck you up in a minute

With a right left, right left you're toothless

And then you say goddamn they ruthless!

Everwhere we go they say damn!

N W A's fuckin' up tha program

And then you realize we don't care

We don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah!

To drinkin' straight out the eight bottle

Do I look like a mutha fuckin role model?

To a kid lookin' up ta me

Life ain't nothin but bitches and money.

Cause I'm tha type o' nigga that's built ta last

If ya fuck wit me I'll put a foot in ya ass

See I don't give a fuck 'Cause I keep bailin

Yo, what the fuck are they yellin

 

Chorus:

 

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin

It's not about a salary, it's all about reality KRS One

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin

Hopin you sophisticated motherfuckers hear what I have to say

 

Verse Two: Ice Cube

 

When me and my posse stepped in the house

All the punk-ass niggaz start breakin out

Cause you know, they know whassup

So we started lookin for the bitches with the big butts

Like her, but she keep cryin

I got a boyfriend bitch stop lyin

Dumb-ass hooker ain't nuttin but a dyke

Suddenly I see, some niggaz that I don't like

Walked over to em, and said, Whassup?

The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw

Ren started stompin em, and so did E

By that time got rushed by security

Out the door, but we don't quit

Ren said, Let's start some shit!

I got a shotgun, and here's the plot

Takin niggaz out with a flurry of buckshots

Boom boom boom, yeah I was gunnin

And then you look, all you see is niggaz runnin

And fallin and yellin and pushin and screamin

And cussin, I stepped back, and I kept bustin

And then I realized it's time for me to go

So I stopped, jumped in the vehicle

It's like this, because of that who-ride

N.W.A. is wanted for a homicide

Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last

Fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass

See I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin

Yo, what the fuck are they yellin?

 

Chorus:

 

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin

It's not about a salary, it's all about reality KRS One

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin

He'll tell you exactly how he feel, and don't want a fuckin thing back

 

Verse Three: Ice Cube

 

Homies all standin around, just hangin

Some dope-dealin, some gang-bangin

We decide to roll and we deep

See a nigga on Dayton's and we creep

Real slow, and before you know

I had my shotgun pointed in the window

He got scared, and hit the gas

Right then, I knew I has to smoke his ass

He kept rollin, I jumped in the bucket

We couldn't catch him, so I said fuck it

Then we headed right back to the fort

Sweatin all the bitches in the biker shorts

We didn't get no play, from the ladies

With six niggaz in a car are you crazy?

She was scared, and it was showin

We all said fuck you bitch! and kept goin

To the hood, and we was fin to

Find somethin else to get into

Like some pussy, or in fact

A bum rush, but we call it rat pack

On a nigga for nuttin at all

Ice Cube'll go stupid when I'm full of eight ball

I might stumble, but I won't lose

Now I'm dressed in the county blues

Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last

If you fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass

I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin

Yo, what the fuck are they yellin?

 

Interlude: Ice Cube, Dr. Dre

 

Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit

(Man whatcha gonna do now?)

What we're gonna do right here is go way back

How far you goin back?

Way back

As we go a lil somethin like this Slick Rick

 

Here's a lil gangsta, short in size

A t-shirt and Levi's is his only disguise

Built like a tank yet hard to hit

Ice Cube and Eazy E cold runnin shit

 

Verse Four: Eazy E, MC Ren

 

Well I'm Eazy E the one they're talkin about

Nigga tried to roll the dice and just crapped out

Police tried to roll, so it's time to go

I creeped away real slow and jumped in the six-fo'

Wit the Diamond in the back, sun-roof top

Diggin the scene with the gangsta lean

Cause I'm the E, I don't slang or bang

I just smoke motherfuckers like it ain't no thang

And all you bitches, you know I'm talkin to you

We want to fuck you Eazy! I want to fuck you too

Cause you see, I don't really take no shit

So let me tell you motherfuckers who you're fuckin with

Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last

If you fuck wit me, I'll put my foot in your ass

I don't give a fuck, cause I keep bailin

Yo, what the fuck are they yellin?

 

Chorus:

 

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin

It's not about a salary, it's all about reality KRS One

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin

He'll fuck up you and yours, and anything that gets in his way

 

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin

It's not about a salary, it's all about reality KRS One

Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin

He'll just call you a low-life motherfucker, and talk about your

Funky ways

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