(feat. Lil C Style, Swoop G, Twist)



[Skit/Intro]

(Fake Dr. Dre)

Hey what's up man?

(Aspiring rapper)

Ay yo Dre, I got some heat for you man. 

I want you to check out this tape dogg.

Ya know what I'm sayin? 

I wanna be put on Aftermath, how can I be down man?

(Fake Dr. Dre)

Well you know how we get down over here

(Aspiring rapper)

Nah man, how y'all get down?

(Fake Dr. Dre)

Well, you know, you gotta un-ass some of that shoot

(Aspiring rapper)

What?

(Fake Dr. Dre)

Well, if you wanna fuck with Aftermath

(Aspiring rapper)

Ay man what the fuck you doing? [belt]

(Fake Dr. Dre)

Yo Mel Man, go get me the K-Y dogg

(Aspiring rapper)

Yeah man, but, that's how all y'all get down over there man? 

[dropping pants]

(Fake Dr. Dre)

Yeah man go get the extasy pills man, 

this one gonna be a wild one tonight

I wanna take this niggaz manhood and his music

(Fake Dr. Dre & Aspiring rapper)

Ugh, yeah, Ugh, yeah, Mel Man this shit good, 

ohh, oh, you gettin some or what?



[Verse 1: Tha Realest]

I give a fuck about this nigga named Alize

Leave the bitch ass dead in the alleyway, forever today

I'm lettin him know, these Death Row niggaz ain't gonna never play

Can you believe this nigga 

screamin that he got that shit we call the chronic?

If he smoke the shit, he'll probably vomit

This bitch ain't never had bionic

Mother fucker who you taught to smoke in trees

Nigga bow down on your fuckin knees

In this life I lead

We kill for greed

Understand we ride for currency

I have to kill bitches like Eminem

Leave him dead just like the rest of them, still testin them

At the Source Awards, his bodyguards wasn't protectin him

Now you actin like and a nigga you and Snoop are tight

You wasn't there when he was fightin for his life

That shit ain't right

It was me, best believe

When I see your ass I'm takin flight

Now a nigga turned back to the old you

That bitch from the World Class Wreckin Cru

With your lipstick on and a dick in your ass (haha!)

Ha, Ha, yeah nigga you remember you (woooh!)



[Chorus x2: Twist]

So what do you say to somebody you hate?

Leave your body full of holes, left in chalk and tape

Mother fuck Snoop and N.W.A.

Death Row could give a fuck about Dre



[Verse 2: Swoop G]

If you bitch niggaz fuck with us

We got my niggaz in the cut

Ready to fuck you up

I got a pretty bad bitch that'll set you up

Take you to a penthouse and let you fuck

Then cut your nuts

Dr. Dre been soft from the very start

Like when Eazy fucked his ass, he ain't had no heart

He and Pac came out and he pulled apart

Had everybody knewin that your ass was marked

Fuck Nate Dogg, Eminem, and Snoop

And all them bitch motherfuckers that ride with you

I know they sided with you, they gonna hide with you

Yeah, nigga, motherfuckers gonna die with you

Be prepared to shoot

Let the guns bust nigga at Tha Realest and Swoop

Key to rockin Lil Style in tha Lexus Coupe

Everything you write, nigga, is bullet-proof

You know how Death Row do



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 3: Lil C Style]

Y'all know you're just some mark ass

Hooked down, bitch ass niggaz who ain't gonna blast

When I see y'all niggaz aloud

Can't none of y'all niggaz move my ass

I'm Lil C Style in the Lexus Coupe

High off weed and lots of loot

Ain't no tellin what I'm gonna do

When I catch that scary ass nigga Snoop

Might blast you, harass your boo

Cause a nigga gettin way more cash than you

Throwin up 1-9 while I'm passin you

Got all these mother fuckers askin you

Why Swoop and Lil Style keep smashin you?

Got all these new niggaz dissin you

Cause you a bitch-ass, punk-ass

Scary ass nigga who ain't gonna blast

I just might roll up and puff your ass

Then smoke weed with your cousin Daz

Tell him my nigga just blast your ass

Young Swoop ain't gotta hit a nigga with no glass

Cause keenin' rock puttin niggaz on they ass

And Death Row niggaz will always mash

Clock the cash, glock the mask

And if you run up, I'll sock your ass



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 4: Twist]

I'll always be Twist

Alivay my guess

At dispense

So blood I split

Like wrists and so slick

It's Twist, 2, GDS

Sick attributes

And attitudes like I have to shoot

With the heat that Slim Shady

Had him fuckin his kid's baby

And mouth full of M-80's

Bring him through the last circle

Leave his ass hurtin

And his cap lurkin

Man, I can work you

Stay away from the name rest, Eminem

Cause I'm aimin for the embelin

And I could give a fuck about Dre and Snoop

Only mad cause the game was rapin you

Doin 4 minus too much

Get your groove crushed

It's true lust

That could make a prostitute blush

Fuck what you heard like a dick in your ear

Nigga beggin to disappear move Swoop from the rear

I'm mack cappin that world class cat

Until you drop dead

And Dre stay gay cause 'Pac said

And this Twist from Chaps and The Last Circle

If you wanna know who said it motherfucker...



[Chorus x2]



[The Realest]



[Death Row nigga

Death Row nigga

Death Row in this mother fucker

Come on [x3: in background]



[talking over]

I'm poppin shit

Double R tops dropped

And the glocks cock

Bullet-Proof vests never get put to rest

Know what I mean?

For my nigga Makaveli we still ridin up in this motherfucker

Death Row Westside nigga

Can you niggaz see me?

The Realest aka Tenkamenin and Vigilante

The world don't understand me

The re-birth of a pitiful-ass young motherfucker

Eat a dick all day

Eat a dick all day on westside