A N***a Witta Gun

Who's the man with the master plan?

A **** 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 L.A. without the AK ready to pop

'Cause them punk motherfuckers in black and white

Ain't the only motherfuckers I got to fight

I think it's better to be tellin' the facts than cuffed up

And jacked and fucked up

What you **** looking at? You going

"Goddamn!" 'Cause it's the city

And for you to survive, a **** gotta be a gangsta

And I'm a **** 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 **** with a motherfuckin' gun

Who's the man with the master plan?

A **** 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 **** with a motherfuckin' gun

Who's the man with the master plan?

A **** with a motherfuckin' gun

Who's the man with the master plan?

A **** with a motherfuckin' gun

Who's the man with the master plan?

A **** 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 **** civilized

Old buster-ass **** talking bullshit

Don't know that I'm the wrong **** to fuck with

Get lit or hit up by the doctor

A **** that breaks 'em off properly

Real G so don't doubt it

I'm the one who's doin' it while these other **** 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 **** don't die

But some still don't hear me, though

You're too near me not to hear me, ****, yo

So now you know

Who's the man with the master plan?

A **** with a motherfuckin' gun

Who's the man with the master plan?

A **** with a motherfuckin' gun

Who's the man with the master plan?

A **** with a motherfuckin' gun

Who's the man with the master plan?

A **** with a motherfuckin' gun