Doc-tor Dre, do you remember you was broke

and the whole rap industry thought ya was a joke?

Me, D.O.C., and D.O.G., sat and made

lyrics to replenish your name like Gatorade

But you got thirsty for the money!  Punk

and disrespect the three that put ya back up on it

Always talkin bout, your word good as gold

Wash, fold, put it out to dry, cause you lie

I put that on my momma and my mate

and if I'm makin this up, let my momma head lay

So fool you know I'm comin on the rizzeal

The way you played me, you deserve a smack to Brazil

ILL, the way you played your brother Warren G

You best to check yourself, next time you talk about Ea-zy

?Stip Wometn? the new Jerry Heller

Dre's the company, so to me, he like Eazy

Snoop D-O-G, is like the old D.O.C.

Puttin all work, gettin all jerked

Does that make me Ice Cube of the place, Steady Mobbin

while Dre (Death Row) steady robbin?  Ohh

And what, fool, steady squabbin?

Dogg Pound givin doubled up on lumps

So here you feel froggy jumps when I rear back

compact glock forty glock dumps

BLAOW, how you like me now?

But it ain't Moe Dee it's me, the X

Now rated RBX, and yo

If you didn't know, escape from Death Row



[Chorus: RBX]



Remember me step in, execution

Remember me I have no remorse

Remember me I'm high, powered

Remember me I drop bombs like Hiroshima!

(RBX is A.W.O.L.) I drop bombs like Hiroshima! [x2]

[cutting and scratching of Notorious B.I.G.'s "Juicy":]

'And if ya don't know... and if ya...

And if ya don't know, now you know, nigga'



I killed him too quick to fuckin think about it

RBXtra, Xtra, read about it

Tell me what ya thought fool, huh, what?

Now I'm pissed off in all black in the cut

Fool walks by, eh-heh, BOOM!

Cops said I killed him but they can only assume

Never found no damn murder weapon, I'm steppin

X, X, the X

X-con, X-ecution, X mark the spot

Flip it around, and the mark gets shot

And I'm gon take it out with this light it's mighty

across your face, you see the red lights

Now you ain't got no face no more

Bullet, rip that body, tore, collapse

then I kick the tricky raps

X, Xtra, Xtra X-termination

Here is the presentation

Haven't you ever heard of a killer?

Killer killer illa, like Magilla Gorilla illa

then deadly medly murder with a pen

And you can't cross out a X, nigga

Got my itchy itchy finger on the trigga

BUST, bodybag, and crush

Trust, flush, down the toilet

In other words you ain't shit

You be talkin that ill, you ain't a killa for real, really doe

I know, and now I let you know (busta!)

RBX is A.W.O.L., escape from Death Row



[Chorus + 2 extra "drop bombs"]