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
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