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PERFORMING ARTISTS
N.W.A
N.W.A
Performer
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Vocals
Eazy-E
Eazy-E
Vocals
MC Ren
MC Ren
Vocals
Mike Sims
Mike Sims
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Eric Wright
Eric Wright
Songwriter
Lorenzo Patterson
Lorenzo Patterson
Songwriter
Dj Yella
Dj Yella
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Producer
Dj Yella
Dj Yella
Producer
Donovan Sound
Donovan Sound
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Prisoner like a hostage, yo
You should of covered your motherfuckin' head like an ostrich
Deep in the dirt 'cause you's a sucka
And your ass up high so I can kick the motherfucker
Don't try to hang, you best avoid
'Cause my foot will be so far up your ass, you'll get hemorrhoids
Before you try to fuck with Ren
I put two in your ass and you'll be shittin' a size ten
[Verse 2]
First come, first serve
Whoever's got the nerve
Step up and get what you deserve
From the word of a motherfuckin' hip hop maniac
Brainiac
So what you oughta do is step the fuck back
But how the fuck you think a rapper last
With yo' ass sayin' shit that is said in the past
Yo, be original
Your shit is sloppy
Get off the dick
You motherfuckin' carbon copy
[Verse 3]
Fallin' deep in the drums so many of styles
Is one of the reason a **** ran a hundred miles
Cheatin' and out beatin'
The crowd I kept seatin'
But weak motherfuckers bitin' off
And they kept eatin'
Styles that kept them full of bull
'Cause the vocals were local in nightclubs
And not getting paid in full
They got the nerve to cuss
Only reason **** pick up your record is 'cause they thought is was us
[Verse 4]
Yo, givin' what I gotta give
Doin' what I gotta do
You don't care for me
So who gives a fuck about you
You can't harm me
Alarm me
'Cause we're the generals in this fuckin' hip hop army
The **** with attitudes, if you didn't know
We blow, flow and getting loose slow
From the get go, yo
Titles will take it
Yo, fuck this shit
Yella, kick the break in
[Verse 5]
(It's the real thing)
(You are now)
(Real, real)
(****, ****)
[Verse 6]
You can run but you can't hide
You know I'ma find ya
'Cause a **** like Ren's only two steps behind ya
Don't look back
Because you're shaking and all scared
A **** in black can be your scariest nightmare
So sleep with the lights on
Forget that the mic's on
Don't stop on my motherfuckin' stage without Nikes on
Don't say it's psycho
And then you just might go
Mentally fucked up
When I let the right blow
[Verse 7]
All these **** with the jibber jabber
But couldn't kill a fly with a motherfuckin' sledge hammer
Gangstas in black are out there
But only because, yo, it's the shit that we wear
On my motherfuckin' dick
But I'm a love it when you drop like a motherfuckin' brick, so, yo
Step off
Go to bed
'Cause if you're mislead
You get a motherfuckin' bullet in your forehead
[Verse 8]
Black
The good
The bad
The ugly, see
A little streetwise ****
You know me
Rollin' with some real **** playing for keeps
But you motherfuckers know who run the streets
With that hardcore hip hop rap shit
Now, how much harder can another **** get?
Tryna be like us
Sound like us
Dress like us
Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
So ****, ****, ****, ****, ****, **** please
Since you're on the dick
Why don't you drop to your knees
'Cause I'm a motherfucker that's out to kill
Eazy-E
A **** that's real
[Verse 9]
Real ****
Straight off the streets of Compton
Quick to get in yo' shit without a second thought
And if yo' ass gets smoked
It's my bullet you caught
So if you're talkin' shit about the **** in black
Bow down to the Kings in Raider hats
[Verse 10]
They played out
That's what **** were chanting
One **** left
And they said we ain't happenin'
People had thought we was finished and then done with
But you think about it
Yo, we really ain't done shit
Yet, so cover your ears
And wipe your tears
And quit sniffin' all over my dick for new ideas
And when the new record comes
It'll come like a fuckin' bomb
Asking for fuckin' money
Don't buy you a fuckin' crumb
You're on the dicks of four ****, not one
And when it comes to dicks
You don't even have one
So brace yourself to make sure you don't get fucked up
'Cause if I let you slide
It's just 'cause you lucked up
Don't come in my face again
Because I'mma floor ya
And if you're a bitch
I'mma fuckin' ignore ya
Because my attitude's a little bigga
'Cause MC Ren is one of the real ****
[Verse 11]
Lost in a motherfuckin' world of madness
Sadness, but Dre is just a **** that glad there's
Sucka motherfuckers like you
Makin' whack jams
Because it only shows you how dope I am
Never try to ignore us
When I'm expressin'
Stand still like you're full of rigor mortise
'Cause I'm a real ****
But I guess you figure
You can break me
Take me
But watch me pull the trigger
Dre is just a **** with heart
A **** that's smart
A **** 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 Arnold
Yo, N.W.A.
Criticize for what we say
But I'mma do this shit anyway
'Cause I'm the motherfuckin' doctor
Never fakin'
Yo, Yella
Kick the motherfuckin' break in
[Verse 12]
(It's the real thing)
(You are now)
(Real, real)
(****, ****)
(Yeah, motherfuckers)
(The real thing)
(You are now)
(Real, real)
(****, ****)
[Verse 13]
N.W.A
Straight outta motherfuckin' Compton
Taking over shit in all the 1990's
Yo, Dr. Dre, DJ Yella, Eazy-E
And I am MC Ren, yo
N.W.A. takin' over this motherfucker y'all
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Antoine Carraby, Eric Wright, Lorenzo Patterson
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