Текст (слова) песни: RBX - A.W.O.L. (Escape From Death Row)

 
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! [2X] 
*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"
 

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