Yo D.O.C.,what'cha blazing, j, 'cause this is a lawhouse
 experience, so you know it's gonna be some mega shit, so who is that
 (KM.G)
 KM.G will never be a trick
 Step up to the mic like a baller then I pimp this gift
 That only I possess
 I illustrated that way to get the shit off my chest
 I'm ghetto raise to amaze the crowd, it's quite simple
 Km.G has degrees from Unity of South Central
 I'm a graduate and it's all legit
 From the pimping, the ballin' and all that good shit
 I have the mega balls in which I speak in a slang
 While I'm peeking it wit the G's from the Ruthless gang
 Ain't nuttin change but the weather like I said before
 'Cause I'm living like hustlers and I'm checking galore
 Yo, I have to give it up to the D.O.C.
 A Ruthless brother who's down wit the KM.G
 So all hail to the niggas that's turning it out
 And maybe then, I'll take the gun barrel out of your mouth
 Knowledge from one generation to another, perserve
 and then transmitted, get it, done the Ruthless way,
 You know what I'm saying, so what's up Dre
 (Dr. Dre)
 Now I'm a swinger, I'm not a muthafuking singer
 But I bringa melody that always seems to ring a
 Bell as well, let's make it so you can tell
 Yo, it's coming from Compton where the ballers dwell
 'Cause I'm Dre, the muthafuking doctor causing propaganda
 When I'm on the mic, I demand a
 Little bit of time to express myself
 From ?(cedian)? wax, kicking the facts and it's like that
 A nigga wit a muthafuking attitude
 You know the deal, kicking some real shit
 And if a sucker ever thinks he can get some
 Yo, step off, I'm kicking lyrics for the deaf and the dumb
 But any occasion, getting the bitches wit the mega persuasion
 Then my dick starts top make an invasion
 But, yo, I can't go on
 Because this is the end of my part on the last song
 Real G from the streets, villianous when he speaks
 For all you busters who can't deal, give it up for real
 (MC Ren)
 Now when you see me, you're ducking and slipping, yo, then you fell
 down
 You fucked up and finally figured who was the cell down
 Pulling the pulls, crotching the bull
 The weak muthafuker was smelling like shit so I guess that they're
 full
 Of it, and I love it when I dress like a crook
 Wit a "I don't give a fuck" look
 The villian was something nuff like a hero
 Jacking all the niggas wit beef, off of relief, I mean the zeros
 The rest of the 100 was sent to do what I say
 NWA and ATL and we don't play
 The DOC is doing it, oh, so correctly
 See, I broke it down for the ones who try to check me
 But I can't be check 'cause I'm the checker
 When you see a nigga wreck believe that I'm the wrecker
 The right and for the fight and the left will attend
 We're doing wrong, MC Ren is on the last song
 From a genius to temporary insanity, the ganster's dream
 The bitches fanasty, Ruthless, so now we've come to the payoff
 (Eazy-E)
 One muthafuking two muthafuking three
 It's the hip-hop thugster Eazy-E
 So I grab the mic and then I clear my throat
 First nigga kicking lyrics in a straightcoat
 It's Eazy for me to come off like this
 So you can kiss my ass where the sun rays miss
 Or just give me the pussy and I'll be straight
 And if you don't, fuck it, I'll masterbate
 (We wanta fuck you Eazy) yea, you bitches scream
 Now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding
 I got skill to deal and run game on bitches
 You can tell that I'm sick by the triple sixes
 I hear voices in my head for what reason
 But when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season
 So back the fuck off and give me respect
 Now they're shipping me off 'cause Eazy played wit a half deck
 Criminal in his thoughts, murderous in his lyrics
 The notorious Cold
 (Cold 187um)
 187um, you know I gotta have it
 Now being above the law is an everyday habit
 If you think I drop some pimp shit, I ain't
 Perhaps I'll say a couple rhymes to make the bitches faint
 Now everybody wants to chill, ill
 And bill, now what the fuck is the deal
 You need a nigga like me to get the shit going
 187um has got the ultimate flowing
 Now it's time for me to go off like a maniac
 Run up for cover 'cause I'm on the ?(adidnac)?
 An untouchable player rolled up into one mind
 87 reasons why fools staying in line
 'Cause I ain't the average nigga behind the trigger
 I lay and spray anything in my way
 'Cause I'm a balls player for the streets of South Central
 Beleive what you want but soon you'll eventually see
 That ATL is straight to mega
 Don't be surprise 'cause we played ya like Sega
 And these bodies keep dropping, you see me keep moving on
 Peace, I'm outta here 'cause this is the last song
 Shout outs